Neverending Rap Battle

I'm sicker than your ass,
I'll make beats go like a bass, kill you like that guy killed jay z called, nas,
Yeah fool, you're not Eminem or a rich emcee,
but a fake ass wannabe, tryna' act all cool and ****, but awfully,
Yeah man, your rap lyrics are poo poo ****,
Don't waste that on a booo booo spit,
Cus i just have the whole crowed going boo on you,
No, just shut up and don't argue, hold on, i think this rap is going all snafu,
Nah, but it's alright we understand you're infected with the gay flu,
You ain't all that good and you don't live in a hood,
It's not my fault you didn't have a good childhood,
it's alright, it wasn't like you could,
but damn dude, who would?
and, so yeep...
I don't like making long raps,
I think it's a waste of time and it's whack,
I rather sit back, relax, and play some blackjack.

Ahem ... look, Mac, I think you’ve gone too hard on the Butters
So did Mr. Hat, Mr. Garrison’s puppet lover
What makes you think I’m copyin’ someone like Usher?
But yet “Here I Stand” makin’ fun of you, ************
The only clutter I make is when I make your dumb, tiny head swoon
My **** gets you messed up like an untidy bedroom
You wanna rap on me? First you better come and find me, baboon
I make your fuckin’ skull crack to my fuckin’ hypey rap tune
And this ain’t a rap tune, this is an acapella
I got a helluva groove which I just snatched from Stella
You’re sick, alright - but I think you’ll find my raps are better
I got the kind of rap guaranteed to snap your head off
Don’t get this rapper ticked off, I’ll have you tapped like flip-flops
Have you lookin’ at me like, “Damn, this bastard’s pissed off!”
I’ll have your sassy bitch stalked, knock her back like Kriss Kross
Make her fuckin’ “Jump” ‘til her classy Skechers slip off
I don’t need your mom’s iPod – please, I got my own
Besides, she probably has Justin Bieber in her songs
Don’t dick theprofessor – leave the guy alone
You wanna play blackjack? Give me the cards – I’ll deal them like a pro!
I’m a fuckin’ Ace, and my partner is a Jack
You’re just a Joker dealt at the bottom of the pack
I’m hittin’ you with two’s, I put you in your place
You made a major slip-up, that’s a two for your mistake
You make too many hits without checkin’ your cards
BUST! You just got ripped by a fraud!

whats this **** i hear
when did this nigga apear
saying **** about crppeing like your ninja
your below this level at eny marshal art
now im gunna act like your teacher now the class to start
lesson one how to even spit like you can pack a punch
your dad is soo fat he hole cows for lunch
talk about grass when yo can take a hoe o bed
i bet you some white ass pice of **** and the avtar guy looks like hes cumed on you head,
how you ment to win when you got no backing you
and who to say you can act gangster on here with out someone smacking you
no i hant got eny green to make your moma smile
but i got her ass on speed dial

RE: Clary
You aint never had sh*t
so quite tryin to stip,
i dont need ot worry bout committin a crime when i rhyme cause i just take my time
you think ya so fine, beakin socks
you should start fixin those clocks cause your too late,
i usin you as bait, now its time for me to choose yo' fate.
P.S. ~ Written bye a 13 year old kid.... hope ya liked it

Yo SamerC
You the type of bitch that gets stick
Wood rock what ever ya wanna call it bitch
And i'm the type of negro to make ya bow down
I don't care black, white or browm
So don't bull cuz ya choose noones fate
And ya the one with the brocken clock that i ate
I made sure time be frozen for all
I'm still moving but yal down to fall

ayo all of you are actin tough, but what you gonna do?
yall are stupid fuckers, you got no IQ
yeah maybe i wont get a record deal
but ill just go 50 cent baby, rob and steal

Biggie once said, mo money mo problems
but i got mo gold than these industry goblins
and i aint afraid in this game to bust back
i got the spittin skills that every single one of you lack

tmac obviously knows how to count
But I'd like to know who let this fag out the house
I'm a rapper with violent clout
I'll pound you down so hard that you'll be down and out with a bathroom towel wrapped around your snout
Peep what this rap's about, it's about me letting my anger out
Against anybody who decides to prance about
And got so much bullshit that they feel like snappin' out
I'm battlin' rappers with the massive mouth
And this t-mac's a clown, so it's up to me to pat him down
Reach down his throat and pull the skeleton right out his mouth
I know you don't like my response, but don't fuckin' be mad at me
I'm just tryin' to help you get in touch with reality
But it's such a big tragedy, it's just so fuckin' sad to see
How so many slutty rapper teens can talk so much of blasphemy
You speak so much garbage, it's senseless
You should take up a job as Rick Ross' apprentice
You won't even go far with this ****
Go stick a dick in your Mum's appendix
And see whether it spits cum in all directions
All angles, positions, and the largest section
or the bottom of her clitoris
At least she'll have somethin' she can fiddle with
The way a fuckin' octopus would fiddle it
At least that will encourage all her fetishes
in one go, now that's another hobby she's developin'
And as for you, you can quit the nonsense, I ain't diggin' it
I've got your cards marked, and every one of them's a variant

Is There No One In The Whole Place That Can Hold~Pace
With The Master Horrible Hate, Dude Im So~Great
I Loose Weight, My Money Goes On~Marajuana
Mind Confused Due To An Unusual Dancin~Banana
Whats That Suppose To Represent As An Icon
You? a Fruit Gettin Buggered With The Light~On
Which Reminds Me, I Gotta Find A Site To Wank
Its Past Midnight, My Minds Gone Blank

Im Back!!!

You Wanna Step Up And Go Toe To Toe, When I Spit?
Know That Im Sick, My Blows Crushin Boulders And bricks
Dope As I Get, My Flows Like The Oceans I Bet
And Deeper All Up In This ****, Then When Im Pokin Ya Bitch
Focused And Fit, Totally Quick, Devoted To Rip
On Anyone Who Steps...Give Up, Your Choke And Jus Quit
Cause You Still Aint Really Ready For A Rapper As Ill
Rhymin Circles All Around You, Its Like, Half Of My Skills
When I Rhyme Tight, All You People Listen
And Now The time's Right, On The Streets With Mission
Hittin Beats With Precision...Cause Im The Sickest With Flows
Rippin You Foes, Now You Left With Holes, Stitchin Ya Clothes
Listen You Know, Im Bringin Heat, Who You Down With Next?
Springin Back From With Dome, Like Suspension Around My Neck
I Take Emcees By The Head And Twist Em Off, Im Set
I'll Leave Em Fellas Lead, Cause They As Soft As It gets
I Spun Their Head Around Now You Lost On The Set
You Go A Cardiack Arrest, When Mic-Holder Is On The Set

Blam! Its Good To Be Back

lights flashing , got my nikes on, think of dashing , think the passion,
of my fights gone , nah, just gotta put my light on ,
"woo woo" pull over ! license and registration please
here's my license i was just going to get my hair cut
any way you could tear up
that ticket right there ? ****
i was honestly getting it insured an registered tommorrow
ya ya sure sure see the thing is sir we have rules to follow
listen officer im not in the business of bullshit
i just finished a full shift
an i not in this to pull , lift , or tug ya arm
or leg
im not carrying any drugs or arms
or mag's
"well i can't let you just leave ya car here ! i have to tow it "
oh **** ! listen i'll go get , it right now , i don't need any mo debt
"nope! " sweat dripping down
im starting to feel regret in my heart n feel like flippin now
tripping now
listen officer im a stand up guy i can't take this sitting down !
something in the head telling you u aint quitting now
as your name an license get written now
the full effect of whats happening is hittin now
without gettin down on ya knees !
ready to beg an please !
"after hearing may i see ur license an registration please "
u ask ok tell u wut i'll go right now heres my keys
"i can loose my job for this "
i understand an i won't try to under hand
just not made of a hundred grand just going to be one dead man
if i can't get to work an the debt sweats my shirt
im saving up for school , i work legit
just to get an hourly double digit
an the trouble with it, is i wont be able to get it ,
if my wheels get embedded in the impound an even deeper hole im in now
got my hair between my knuckles im holding now
lunch im holding down
"ok I won't tow it , u have an hour don't blow it "
Oh **** , its gonna take at least an hour n a half hit the road bricks
diggin the wallet for some gold bricks
all i have some old sticks a gum an a phone call home ask to borrow a loan
get paid tommorow pay you back soon as were home
scrape knuckle an bone
just to escape , now i have to sell my cd's an mix tapes
take on a 2nd job an sow supermans ripped cape
clawing towards destiny, get cut off an flip fate
the middle
mix tape
the riddle
escape
the scribble
and just make
a little
sense to profit some dollars
i sense some prophets some scholars
but when it doesnt make cents you drop it an make dollars

peace Prof

lights flashing , got my nikes on, think of dashing , think the passion,
of my fights gone , nah, just gotta put my light on ,
"woo woo" pull over ! license and registration please
here's my license i was just going to get my hair cut
any way you could tear up
that ticket right there ? ****
i was honestly getting it insured an registered tommorrow
ya ya sure sure see the thing is sir we have rules to follow
listen officer im not in the business of bullshit
i just finished a full shift
an i not in this to pull , lift , or tug ya arm
or leg
im not carrying any drugs or arms
or mag's
"well i can't let you just leave ya car here ! i have to tow it "
oh **** ! listen i'll go get , it right now , i don't need any mo debt
"nope! " sweat dripping down
im starting to feel regret in my heart n feel like flippin now
tripping now
listen officer im a stand up guy i can't take this sitting down !
something in the head telling you u aint quitting now
as your name an license get written down
the full effect of whats happening is hittin now
without gettin down on ya knees !
ready to beg an pleed !
"after hearing may i see ur license an registration please "
u ask ok tell u wut i'll go right now heres my keys
"i can loose my job for this "
i understand an i won't try to under hand
just not made of a hundred grand just going to be one dead man
if i can't get to work an the debt sweats my shirt
im saving up for school , i work legit
just to get an hourly double digit
an the trouble with it, is i wont be able to get it ,
if my wheels get embedded in the impound an even deeper hole im in now
got my hair between my knuckles im holding now
lunch im holding down
"ok I won't tow it , u have an hour don't blow it "
Oh **** , its gonna take at least an hour n a half hit the road bricks
diggin the wallet for some gold bricks
all i have some old sticks a gum an a phone call home ask to borrow a loan
get paid tommorow pay you back soon as were home
scrape knuckle an bone
just to escape , now i have to sell my cd's an mix tapes
take on a 2nd job an sow supermans ripped cape
clawing towards destiny, get cut off an flip fate
the middle
mix tape
the riddle
escape
the scribble
and just make
a little
sense to profit some dollars
i sense some prophets some scholars
but when it doesnt make cents you drop it an make dollars


I had to edit some lines there ya go

I See The "Haves" Versus The "Have-Nots"
The Buyin' And Sellin' Of Crack Rock- We All Have Glocks
Tryin' To Win A Piece Of The Jackpot And Keep A Phat Knot
For The Love Of Money We Let The Gat Pop
I See Depression, And Hard Life Lessons
Stressin', Cause We Takin' For Granted Life Blessin's
Show Up To Church With The Same Ole' Confessions
Expression Oppression Through Agression Since Adolescence
I See The Police Waitin' For Me
In The Penatentury Tryin' To Hold Me
On Lock In A Cell With No Key, Lonely With No Peace
Sadly That's Where Too Many My People Gon'Be
I See The Black Community Lackin' Unity
And The Youth Foolishly Try To Be Like And Me
Cause They Think It's Cool To Be Runnin' The Streets
If We Don't Change Quickly Then We Really Will Be Hopeless In The City

A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
Someone should've told you not to **** wid me!
You think you can rhyme, man? Yo' flo was amateur!
Imma nerd! I can smoke you with an iambic pentameter!
Mess wid me, homeboy? Don't wanna risk it!
I'll burn you like Mrs. Friedman's god-awful brisket!
so Fall back, big boy, cuz ya steppin' to the best!
one step further ill summon kanye west
if you didn't know ispeak Klingon, too!
So kiss my vanilla gunta and also hoch you!
Yo flo is faded and dated deflated and constipated!
If I had to rate it: Hate It! Translated: You ate it!
Hey, cheese ball, you've been grated, chewed up, swallowed, and defacated!
Ha, to restate it: on tv this finger'll be pixilated!

Yo

Clarifyin Everythin They Know Imma G
So You Battle Me And Nigger You'll Be Deceased
I Take Your Brain Out And Eat It Like Pizza
I Scrap Your Skin Out And Eat You Alive Like Im A Human Eater
Im Westernizin My Flow And To Activate The Shot
That Will Bust Ya Head Open When I Unload The Glock
I Show No Mercy To You Rappin Crap
Cause In 5mins You'll Be History And That Be That
Jus Immatuer Kid Tryina Get Himself Killed
I Squeeze Your Eyes Out Swallow It Like A Pill
I Throw You In The Dungeon Cause You Got No Skill
Your Flow So Fake Cause None Of It Is Real
Take Your Best Shot While My Eyes Is Closed
Im Gettin You Shut Down Citag I Act Like Im Overdosed
You So Aged But A Sick Head Nager
Next Time I See You, You Will Be A Dead Player
So Recognize Me Im Comin With The Heat
To Burn You Up And Take Your Ashes And Throw It In The Wackers Street
Cause This So Called DBS Call Himself An Mc
Don't Let Me You Sayin That Or You End Up In A Pit Of 6 Feet

<3

Why can’t I freestyle?
Sure, I can run three miles
To get a beef joint that costs only three pounds from the meat house
But I can’t mentally kick it, I am mentally gifted
People say that I’m sick, weird and mentally twisted
I got talent – hey, God said He would give it
That’s the reason that I’m standin’ here, deliverin’ sick spits
Like a crescent moon, I’m flexible with it
Outsprintin’ you senseless
I’m racin’ on the track, runnin’ ahead of you idiots
Eyes set on the finish
Which is in the far horizon, it’s set a big distance
My sneakers have worn off, my T-shirt has torn off
The trousers are makin’ holes in the pleats like a sawed-off
And I’m breathless, yet my mind is restless
My mouth is yappin’ off, I need to tell it to mind its manners
And I’m out of my mind with this **** now
It’s drivin’ this kid down
God only knows where the **** my mind is with this style

Why can’t I freestyle?
****, I can’t spit a rap freestyle
I can’t call it – I don’t even have speed dial
The whole world is mad at me, wow!
**** it; their whole anger has angered me now!
I might write some angry raps to snap back at them with
I’m madder than a beggar smokin’ crack in a stick
Or smokin’ dope in a bong
And this is the dopest song I ever wrote all along
So when I flip the switch, they know that it’s on
The current’s gettin’ higher with this flow that I’m on
This “Sideshow” that I’m on has got me goin’ like “Bob”
Laughin’ and cryin’ out manically, I’ve compiled a big masterpiece
That has got you lookin’ deeper like microscopic anatomies
If I told you I was God, that’d be a pious analogy
But you hate me anyway, how much more biased do you have to be?
Why are you still mad at me?
Help me try to understand it, please
I’m goin’ crazy, I’m gonna need some wires attached to me

Why can’t I freestyle?
I can write rhymes or pre-rehearse ‘em
But once I spit ‘em out, I can’t take ‘em back again
No reimbursement!
My poor mouth is worn out and my cheeks are hurtin’
Eyelids shakin’ like castanets, and my knees are jerkin’
I’m gettin’ plaque in my gums and my teeth’s got dirt in
Plus the inside-out pain that’s attackin’ me’s disturbin’
This pressure inside my head has got me exerted
Pushin’ to a higher ground – a completely overt kid
The walls are closin’ in on me like an Egyptian trap
I’m a psycho - anyone who kills me, I kill ‘em back (Take that!)
How ill is that? Tell me - is you feelin’ that?
Word up, homeboy; yeah, cool! I feel you, Jack
I keep walkin’ with my head up and a rigid back
With my knees and my large legs still intact
Freestylin’ is difficult – it takes some skill to rap
But I’d rather stick to writin’ - doodle, scrabble, scribble that

yo mic holder u need to quit being fake an acting like a gangsta when ur not an when u'v never been to jail it's "not what rappers do " it's what people who can't be themselves do ! They act like something there not !

Said as a friend take it or leave it !

livin with coffin nails driven into the woodwork
put a hand in the puppet thinking it should work
is this how ya hood works ?
got the chemical compostion of ya blood murked
smug smirk bloodpumping making this a smug shirt
the dope inside the placebo this how drugs work
put hope in the minds of the people who put love first
get um as high as they can get ! can't get above first
dracula in the gene pool
a blood thirst
spill ya gray matter as ya dreams pool
cryogenic flow seems cool
ice cold philosphy
faith gnosticly
open the pearly gates smile you have a boss to feed
believe what you believe
fill the belly of the beast
psyonic waves on ya thoughts he feasts
zombie bitches getting brains from deceased
its the drugs in ya community how ya slums policed
some fo peace
some fo a piece wolfman the moon turns to a crack bowl an they feast
as there souls released
so you say you have a soul in the lab of alchemy turning that led to gold
so defeats the purpose
moleman no longer labrats the creatures surface
the mind of a rap battler its a beat ya verses
got the hunger inside can u defeat ya urges
selling ya souls with false statements
does that product come with a receipt of purchase
look at you power hungry false prophets feed ya churches
ya dads back an ya moms feet that hurts is
the ones slaving so u don't have to eat the dirt is
why you maggots always trying to worm your way outta situations
when i use to sit in the basement
writing scripts of the ancients
spit in the devils face n
test the alchemical equations
atamantium metal mason
erasing ya memories of sorrow
so u can see a better tommorow
prof got the dope inside the placebo
put hope in the eyes of the people
hopefully that pill was'nt to much to swallow

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3Yw9jSKzgk



Lmfao!!!!!!!!!
haha this one goes out to the cunts on youtube....
(look at this lame ****...and on top of everything, they aint even spitting, they readin **** straight of the monitor...wooooow, and then proceed to tell me...YOU GOT MERKKED...its "murked" by the way you stupid baby ass bitches.)

(click the link to watch the murking of the queen lmfao,,,<<<loving the one that was tryin to be all hard and then lost her fuckin place on the computer,,,bahahahaha, ****...)


only brain these bitches have, they get on the street,
cuz they dumbass ho's mouth washin wit niggas skeet...
you try and step to the queen and she gonna slice ya kneck n ****
rip out ya fuckin sternum and beat ya ass to death with it.
Wearin ya fuckin shades to hide ya eyes from us,
So we don't see ya readin, pretendin to spit cuz ya fake as ****.
you think you "merkked" me, ma fucka you trippin...
Get back to turnin' tricks, blow jobs n dick slippin...
These bitches so hard they threaten to call the cops!!!
I'LL ANAL RAPE YA ASS WITH YOUR RAINBOW FLIP FLOPS!!!!!!
Fuckin POSERS..actin like you belong here..,
Get back to singin Katy Perry with ya friends,,my dear..
Tell ya stupid stutterin ass friend to eat a fuckin gun,
This bitch can't even fake spit, she can't read, she too dumb....
New user?? wtf!? have you seen my fuckin thread!?
I trash bitches like you while I'm asleep in my bed!
You don't spit ma fucka you take dumps on this site,
How can you murk me, when you too busy takin "BITES"

BTW, you know,,,your flow is ill. so jealous. and thats hard for me to admit lmfao.

I Know That You Wanna Hit The Street With A Chrome
My Team In The Zone, You Should Jus Leave It At Home
My Streets Are Patroled By Beaks, Desert Eagles And Crows
The Reach On The Scope, You Should Jus Leave It Alone
The Beam On Ya Dome, You Know That It's Easy To Go
To Be Each Be His Own, Till The Eagle Scream And Explode
Im Eager To Go, Lemme Know A Reason To Blow
I'll Lip On It Bro, Believe That We Eat Beef Like A Pro
Im Beatin Your Dome Till The White Meat In It Show
Reach For Your Chrome, Be On A White Tee By The Morn
Likely That Wrong, Gotcha Guy Singin' That Song
Im Pleadin With Holmes, Please Till The Demon Arose
Then I Creep In Your Home Deep With The C To The 4
And Leave 'Em A Note, Seeing As His Team Is A Joke
Im Cleanin The Scope, Eager For Your People To Show
Squeezin Your Throat And No, I Won't Release Till You Croak


Thanks For Your Advise Proff, But Mic-Holder Ain't Like Someone You Know,...
I Ain't A Quitter