Neverending Rap Battle

Think you got the skills? You better open ya eyes
i'll split ya head wider than the space between ya lines
so many chase raps yet the cats still around
i aint a vet but in one verse i'll put this dog down
im a straight bitch killa if you weak i'll show it
you the typa dude that spit a beat after askin to slow it
claimin its old school but you jus aint slick like butter
ya verses so far apart looks like ya keyboard packs a stutter
you take this serious this is me clownin around
jus another example of the dollar bein weaker than the pound
you can reply to this with the rhymes you pre-planned
but after change ya name to Pan cause ya punches neverland
(how played?)

lol fuckit im too busy laughin at the fact i used a neverland line...
Haha that'll do

The devils poisoned the good, little boys in the hood
he gave of choices i could, but the voices said i should
enticed me with vice, fulfill my duty on the streets
and in the process, embraced all the beauty of the beast
who taught me talk is cheap, meanin graffiti is a whore
i had my back against it, never read the writings on the wall
cant go back against it, all the evil it wreaks
cause i got tongue tied, givin my freedom of speech
i miss the knowledge of the street, all the theories in chalk
on the sidewalks i walked, with the cleanest of thoughts
but now sleepin on floors, within four metre walls
i carve regret with my nails, in the coffin i sought
i got one foot in the grave, until my six feet underground
as i stand behind these bars, rhymin bars with no sound
if i was free, i'd slice limbs just to sell 'em on the streets
the beast is in my belly, **** the belly of the beast

<5 mins
peace yow!

lets think about the beginning, when are tempers wasnt brimming and killing are heart matter, but the lights kept on dimming and tears starting to gather to form a river not worth swimming, im thinking, can it ever be the same again,
no shame in explaining where we been from 5pm to ten,
no excuses for accusing you of sleeping with other men
no more losing are relashionship because of rumours from other friends
**** all them
they aint had what we had, there life time can even cover all the time we spent
when we befriended eachother we depended on one another, like a another brother sent from above'a
its such a shame its over now, it came to such a bitter end
but theres no reason to pretend it work much better now
all these weathered clouds, hovering above are wetter melons
i think ive learnt my lesson, so take your hands of my sweater now
im better now....

yo we can make a rap together just let me finish the beat up first ok guys ????

Owp! SssssSsssh playa, what the **** was that!?
Ya heard right nigga bitches, the Queen is back.
I make it rain everyday, ya niggas bouce checks,
I'ma pocadotted rainbow, ya niggas... just specks.
I play harder than the hardest, spit venom like a snake,
Every verse starts ya burial, C-ya at the wake!!!!
It aint hard bein' hot when ya niggas luke warm,
You jus pussy bumble bees, Queen Bee got the swarm.
I been gone a long time but I'm back on the grind,
Gotta bag full rhymes, and beats on the mind.
I dare u ma fuckas to step up to the plate,
I'll bust ya base balls on the first fuckin date.
I only try once cuz it flows in two's,
Oh yea, @ professor....I missed you boo!!!

Keep going like a hurricane, destruction in my path,
Blowin houses down and aimin fo ya **** shack.
Im like a knight for the angels, u burn underground,
I unsheath my fuckin sword and strike thine down.
I aint playin around, I'll come through ya whole town,
U better have that lambs blood,
Or I'ma spill yours on the ground.
It ain't fiction its a fact,
Its heavy Impact,
Comin across ya skull with my 9, pop pop n CLICK CLACK.
You niggaz yeast infections, I'm fuckin cardiac arrest,
I'm spittin like eminem, and you? Will Smith "wild west"
I'm on a journey thru the jungle, only monkeys I see,
Ima AIDS ridden pussy, only fools **** wit me.
If you think you can flow, then I'm fuckin mother goose,
Only nursery rhymes here, or fairy tales, you choose.
Professor was lyin when he said yall weak,
What he really meant ta say was yall like bitches in heat.
Bleedin from ya fuzzy pussy and lickin ya meat,
I'll blast em in the face Professor...haha my treat.
I been at it for a minute, you niggaz take five!?
You starin at the watch while ya write out ya rhymes!?
No wonder ya **** sucks, you aint payin attention!
I aint tryin ta hurt ya feelins,
its my ma fuckin mission!
If u fools rush in, then Ima rush the **** out,
Packin heat inna parkin lot to shove up in ya mouth.
Jesters n jokers, you just a bunch of fuckin fools,
I roll wit hammers n heaters, yall....power tools.....
Wiggers n wannabe's spittin like dyslexics,
Tryna **** wit da witchy bitch, I throw out hexes...
Flyin on my broom givin out apples n razor blades,
You homo niggaz doggy paddle in pools filled wit aids.
Haha I aint even tryin dude, it just flow like that,
Yall make ya rhymes puke, ya spit...just spat,
Right in ya fuckin face and called you a disgrace,
While I dome ya fuckin ass with my fuckin word mace.
I'm sittin on my thrown, Queen of the damned,
Queen of the ho's and queen of this land!
I'll strike down my opponents, like nigga "CHECKMATE"
Just call me rufenol, cuz yall gettin date raped..
Nigga I can't stop! But all I see is red!
Carved out ya fuckin hearts and left you for dead.
Skitzo in the house, yea theres nine of me
We all banged ya fuckin skull....haha lobotomy.
I'ma keep goin cuz this **** is too fuckin easy,
I'll go on for hours cuz you niggaz won't please me.
This whole threads like a fuckin gay feelin's, word orgy,
Yall like a bunch a squealin' pigs, Can I call thee Porky???
Cuz ba dee ba dee ba dee is all I'm hearin'....
Ba dee ba dee ba dee,,,YOU NIGGAZ STILL SQUEALIN!!??
I could keep on for days, I'd keep on for years..
I'ma jag runnin on saddness, fuelin ya tears.
I'ma metaphorical nazi, gassin' tool bags,
The Hannibal Lector of rhymes, wearin' flesh doo rags.
Ain't no other girl spit like me, ask Nikki Minaj,
I did her and her mama..haha!!! MINAJ-e-trois!
I creep up in ya nitemares, Freddy Kruger ya ****,
FLYIN like an eagle!!! Bird **** on ya spit.
You waitin on ya death bed, tick tock tick tock,,,
While I'm standin overhead pistol whippin the clock.
Breathe in Breathe out, take ya last breath,
It aint **** ya tastin fool, nigga that's death...
I'ma word slingin gunner, gunnin for ya mind,
Like a sniper on the hill poppin caps from behind.
Try an out-do me, I'll still-out-do-you,
Yall like worthless fuckin pricks clogged wit.... doo doo.
I'm just steady flowin like blood down the drains,
I got love in my heart, but hate in my veins...
Yall a bunch of homos chuggin diaharea n dick goo,
While I'm creepin on ya mama's, oh,,I fucked ya chicks too...
Yea, I'ma faggot bitch, I **** girls all the time,
I'ma slut too, hahaha, I got girls waitin in line!!!
Nasty as hell kid! but I don't give a ****!
I'm throwin it all out there, you can throw it up ya butts!!
Metaphors and Punchlines flyin out like whoa,
I'ma buddin pot plant, you a chia pet that wont grow.
Gettin hotter and hotter, squalled ya like boilin' water..
You a mongoloid child, ya sister is ya mother,
.............yea, she fucked ya father.

You stepped up to the mic and when u spit you choked,
But the grim reaper is right here fully loaded and cloaked,
I heimliched ya stupid ass just to spit in ya ****,
Instead of a fuckin grave you gets a bottomless pit...
The Queen hath spoken!! And dubbed thee...... "le douche bags"
I wasted "5" minutes!!?!?...ahh ****, no more time for "you fags"...



IM BACCCCKKKKKKK (kiss*) hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

open it up open it up??? whats this kid thinkin.
thats what ya mum said last night, but that thing was really stinkin.
didnt wanna touch that thing with a 10 foot pole,
and even then it was like what the **** she had an extra hole.
i pledge my leigence to australia, im a true aussie rhymer,
ill make your raps stink more than a prostitutes vagina.
people will agree my rhymes and rippin this poser up,
when im done this guy wont have no bladder, hell have to PISS IN A CUP!
my skills, enough to make you internals explode
and even if you rap in french i bet you i can decode!!
so your creepin in my nightmares? bet thats a piece of cake,
its just me and my mates rockin beats and breaks!!

I conversate to all MC's with my double jointed tongue
Slapping, **** ya wack rapping
Taking-a-bite-out-of-ya-mix and best mic just happening
You're lacking in personality
While I throw lyric bombardments to your crew in every corner
I discharge a mad flow that'll stop dogs from barking
Snap your leg bones so you can use disabled parking
Give you unimaginable meanings to the word *******
Your raps mean nothing, I get your grandma to cook me muffins
Move in so I can hide eggs in the neighbour's ceiling
In plastic bags next to the cocaine and Bruce Lee key rings
You MC's are still teething, intriguing
Before the battle pleading, after that your heads are bleeding
Miraculous flows with raggedy clothes, my trademark
Overweight but I'll still move fast, on any beat that's hard
You claiming to be battle MC's with tight flows and integrity?
Blow me, you mother fuckers are far from scary
Pressure MC, get with me, from Adelaide to Sydney
This be dedicated to MC's that struck out but still yelling 'hit me! '
With their gimmicks and imagery, this isn't ability
They barely stand on their own two, I got infinite stability
The difference admittedly is minimally in your favour
The thinnest paper, while I got the flavour to stimulate ya
Censors and integrate the presence in every sentence
So I harness life essence and kept my blessings as lessons
My tolerance overloads, MC's are over-exposed
Can't get over themselves like females can't get over clothes
Hip-hop is overdosed like here we over rose this distortion now
Every arsehole got an opinion - but it's mainly **** talking
I break new ground while many fall short of the high land, they tir-an
Missed the point like saying 'it's that way' to a blind man
Fucked if I'm a by-stand while my cultures choking fast
My tolerance is wearing thin, man they treading on broken glass
Weather the storm but you can't stand the rain boy
Gets played like a game boy
I'll make you furry furry like my name boy
Hey boy, what you got there? Is that a microphone?
Well two's company so why not leave me and the mic alone?
Fighting clones, **** they lack, I'm walking on their grave when
Alone on this mic so no one else is on my wavelength
Gave strength to the weak, gave breath to the breathless
You can take it to the street but it's like playing in asbestos
Test us, like you holier than thou, lose control of ya bounce
Pack up your suitcase and fold up your blouse
We all in the house, like home-arrest, I'm known to stress
So show your best flow and let's see my next rhyme blow your chest
Open like a surgeons scalpel, I'll leave you hurt and doubtful
Of your words cause this is murder in a mouthful
Suffa bring disaster from within, hear the laughter from my kin
I'll leave you with the Hoods logo plastered, crafted in your skin
Step and bust, but realise there's no stopping us
So watch your whole crew get fucked, like my dick was filled with Phosphorus
I've been busting raps since the days of fat laces
There's a lot of new rappers, but they're not Fatfaces
They're disgraces, they could never be compared to me
(Like are they really that bad?) Well I'm prepared to see
I'll be at their stage show, waiting in the front row
And if they try and diss I'm gonna stop their flow
Like cholesterol in the arteries and **** in the S bend
I'll rattle their whole crew and scull back the west end
I'm destined to be known, for ripping the microphone
Try and bite like a clone, that'll never be condoned
I've shown some restraint, but now I've reached the edge
Of my tolerance level, so it's you I'm gonna sledge
I pledge allegiance to Australia, I'm a true aussie rhymer
Mate your raps stink more, than a prostitute's vagina
I find your accents laughable to say the least
You're far from honour with a life betting on junior treats fool
Tell me why
I'm sick of misfits, I'm sick of twits
I'm sick of internet gits that choke a microphone, miss
From gargling piss, of their message board buddies
They should be writing real raps, instead of uni studies
I'm throwing stubbies, in the general direction
They can only battle us, when they pass our introspection
Neglection, is the sole reason for this fake fate
When the quality of life depends on board rate
And E-mates, who's reality revolves around
Incoming attachments and mp3 sounds
They think they're bound, for infinite glory
But have got a multiple choice, perspective on this story

This bitch raps like Lil Kim's cousin
She wants it BIG like Biggie - she wants a clit-fuckin'
You probably wear satin leather strings
If you're a Queen - what the **** happened to your King?
So you think I'm a disgrace?
Your family must all be prostitutes in your case!
This bitch is desperate - I think she wants a dick
Shove a gerbil up her ass - see, she's lovin' it
I'll shove it up more - see how much it kicks
She's cummin' rivers, makin' sloppy drips as she's fuckin' it
A sick dog comin' with an ill flow
That's not a sword ..... that's a dildo
You're loaded with sex toys and large strap-ons
Why don't you go and broadcast a porn ad on the TV?
And make men play with their baby wee-wee
While you're makin' pee-pee all over a lady's green tee
Or her lingerie or her Hello Kitty flip-flops
Penetrate her good until her clit's sore
Shoot golfballs with your pussy like you're Happy Gilmore
Dirty ass, filthy, Nicki Minaj stink whore
Scream on top of your lungs, hit a fuckin' high top
You got hammers? Open a D.I.Y. shop
2003 was in the past - bitch, this is now
Get on the floor and eat this big chicken chow
So you're a bitch and a lezzy, wow!
I bet you probably **** all your big sisters, ow!
This is real talk - nope, I'm not fakin' it
Like the end of the world thing, we were warned that you'd turn this place to ****
But I'm here to stop that from happenin'
So we'll have 2,000 more years to become rappers
You get dumped more times than a trash-can
I just owned you like a ho - so take it like a man!

Worst....spit....ever. NEXT

You want last in this battle, your rhymes are not pervasive
neither persuasive, couldn't sway Judas if you were Satan
for you im prayin "God please help his MENTAL RETARDATION"
why am i battlin a patient of Lobotomy operations
i operate and let the bars bang ya head leavin splits like circumcision
watch blood vessels ooze and leave ya bitch ass with annurism
and eventually there's death after all the torturin
then you're lyrically murdered, God forgive me for this Mortal sin
im battlin leavin ya punchlines emasculent
and jus to add insult, i've sickened them with pathogens
and the outcome is simple......So
i aint hearin none of ya rhymes, you're a victim of strep throat
nigger quit talkin dirty and keep it sanitary
cause you makin me itch, with your 3rd grade vocabulary
so now i see that you a fake, You're BUSTED
so i'm through with this rapper, another case for Manhattan court judges

Diss nigga prolly a 12 year old nerdy as ma fucka. Prolly never even seen a girl as hot as me. Haha he to busy smacki.his dick on his pillow pretendin its pam anderson. Im at work right now ya lil bitch ass ma fucka. Ill get atchu when im off work. Look at my profile n touch ya self in da mean time haha. Bitch.

illustraight merked u , you gotta pre skool rhyme structure , u aint nothin against the kings of this site!!!

I just looked at your profile - it's kinda alright
You talk black, but I had no idea you were WHITE!!!!!
Avril Lavigne with a tongue-ring
That's the best Lil Kim-mockin' photograph I've ever seen

You think that was the worst spit? Yeah – like, dream on!
Whoever thought that I’d go up against a bleach blonde?
I never thought a teen would spit as pathetic as you
Bitch, even the Pink Ranger looks more better than you
If Christina Aguilera saw this, she'd probably laugh
And shove a "Genie in a Bottle" up in your ass
Britney Spears would stab you in the eye until you're blind
And she doesn't need to hit you one more time
You disgrace every blonde girl out there
Lookin' like a fake Meg Ryan with foul hair
You'd probably get Amy Winehouse scared
And make Paris vomit diamonds from her mouth - BLEEERR!!!!

just remember i like all of you '

but this is a battle rap site !

ya'll at first try to diss me to get ya rep up/ n ya get f'd up/
u hear what im saying ? am I deff ? wut ?/quit blowing ya chests up/
ur skeletal structure can't hold ya vest up/
I digest emcees like you! throwing ya chests up/ who's flowing the best stuff/
i'll put you in the ocean wit cement shoes i meant too so u can rest up/
an develop a flow / i see ya demons of ur past saying get the hell up n go/
by now you should fuckin know , ya'll stuck in slow motion
r u the best hmm? ******* No , ya'll stuck head to toe in the ocean
you aint got that ******* flow/ got girls chuckin clothes sucking toes/
aint ducking bros or ******* foes/ they wanna fist up knuck um both/
**** um clothes / i'll spit the truth in my birthday suit/
speak from ya grit teeth/ u need to inject ya ass with steroids ya shits weak/
its like im clonein chicken heads split beaks/have u smelt ur breath it wreaks/
have'nt brushed that **** in six weeks/
i leave ya'll shocked like a dog that talks ' mouth open like :O it speaks/
im all about open mics spit speech/ throwin dope in mic's six hits each/
now that i got ya'll at my level ya'll devils can get cast out/
there's a mic battle im first in but last out/
fast mouth aka machine gun tounge /
ya'll wanna rock you get smashmouth'd
ya'll like the fabric of space n time
you seam undone/
with the havoc of the human race
n mankind ,
i spit with the magic of looking doom in the face ,
booming the bass
till the devil shows up it's about damn time
im dropping scripts more then mercanaries drop clips
it's an apocalypse i got the key to ya minds so ya better lock lips
im done wit the monotony of rhyme u want beef i'll feed u ox dick
so contagious i leave ya'll block sick, an sell u the anti-vemon cause i talk sick
sorry im not king **** of terd island i don't talk ****
i bring it word wyling i talk scripts
write with my optics , can't you read my body language get off prof's dick!!!

the one thing you have in common is ya put my name in ya verses
to add fame to ya verses
add flame to ya churches
ya'll buyin into a false prophet its vein ,
you ain't gotta enough change to purchase
u wanna know why i don't battle you ? to prof its inhumaine! societies
where you bitches an pussies sit quietly !
sitting there praying ur sayin to urself i hope someone's buying me !!


yo peace im outie good to see you back chickster these guys haven't had much experience battling a girl good exercise for um an you'll have fun too !

whoa! lol, yea you can tell they new but its cool. they alright. I was just playin around haha, you know how i do lol, get em pissed off and the real battle begins. its amazin to me. kids wit talent. maybe we will have a new age rap game. Good job guys. i can't battle tonight lol, gotta work in the AM. lol, and ps...britney aint got **** on ya girl! bahhhhhhhhhhhhhh lol

yo mic holder have you actually bin to jail???

Nope, why G?

Yo check

Well ever since i can remember i done aimed at popped collars
aimed at popped collars, aimed at popped collars
ever since i can remember i've been smashin these hoes,
and ima crush they life in my hand x2

yo wher im from popped collars get popped like pepsi
brain spewed out the back like a jet-ski
messy, leave ya heart and ya head leaked
popped collars too common with fed leaks
quick fists smash a bitch like Jet-Li
they heavy, my chev on the block revvin'
steady headin to the corner, too common
not worried bout bullets, now gotta worry bout bombings
planes crashin from these terrorist plottins
our own gettin shot in, while snitches over here coppin
so i'll jus stick to rhymin, and by my words you lift up
but i'll turn crazy too i i see that collar flipped up

well ever since i can remember i done aimed at popped collars
aimed at popped collars, aimed at popped collars
over since i can remember i've bed smashin these hoes,
and ima crush they life in my hand x2

jus happened to end up havin a hook

peace i'm out

Aight Bitch
Battlin me , I think you’re delirious
You suck so bad, I can’t even take you serious
You rap worse than Mel gibson
nuff said ,drop dead,shits done
see ,cause rab ,see its in my blood
theres a reason they call be a-rab son
We’re the Driest country the world’s ever had
Losin to one of us, that’s just sad.
You only talk **** when you’re safe at your computer.
I think now it’s time for mic-holder to get neutered
I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.
You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.
White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.
And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.
I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.
Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.
I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.
You like to act like you're 50 Cent
But in the gym locker room you're always pitchin tents.
You say I’m gay, but I want you to pause it.
I’m still waitin on you to come out of the closet.
Losin to my mom, then me, and now me again.
You getting your ass kicked is becoming a trend.
Dont even try to defened,your right are meant to ride wind
Your mom and dad shouldnt have fucked
Half a duck ,Half a beaver half hey
You even make justin bieber look gay
cause it my fate to ask you how you embrace such a face
A waste ,your nothing but a waste of space
a disgrace to the human race
at this rate , you'll never mate
i might as well use a mace and send you to hells gate
where your father will be waiting to rape
the living daylight out of you,
scared you wont even put up a fight
did i mention yesterday i slept with you mom she
was wearing one hell of a thong ,while your father was to busy smoking bong
I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don’t stop now, you’re gonna be in tears.
I beat you again, but I don’t think you learned,
When you **** with me, then you’re gonna get burned
years from now ,dying in your disgrace,remember the name
DBS,
Lyrically Skeeted on your face..