Neverending Rap Battle

Enough of your nursery rhymes
Lemme burst a verse of mine
Sever your nerves and spine
When these wicked words combine
This prick never learnt to rhyme

Shady your just an Ass-So ill call you Minaj
School you with barz,
Even though you rapping like your Fourty or past
Your a Dick like Chris Brown
Because you Thought you was Hard
I told you straight up ima kill you
Never Caught you off Guard
Step in this yard and your get Mauled by this Darg

Stop Gass(lying) talking like your Adolf Hitler
Im a Rap Adult Killer so ill Cap you Like im Jack the Ripper
Your in A Sticky Situation like your Wrapped in Stickers
Cant call you Maccy Miller Coz those aint Nikeys They crappy Fila
You Fat Wigger
Send you to Africa with no Dinner
And You Wont Come Back Thinner
Ima Track Killer
So im sure You feel your Back Shiver

**** IT THATS ENOUGH TO BEAT YOU AGAIN!

I apologise for stating you "stealing", my bad I shouldnt have said that.
But you keep tellin again and again that this your first take and you wanted Proff to rate your take (the 24th Feb)...then you say you battled Proff more than anyone in this sit...WHAT THE **** IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ?

Hhahahahaha !! Frankly speakin, this **** was NOTHIN compared to the **** you spew earlier. This one was whack...
**** THIS...YOU DIDNT TRY HARD ON THIS ONE...AYO..HERE GOES.

YO BITCH, QUIT WITH THE FABLES/
I’LL MINDFUCK YA MIND UNSTABLE/
DESTROY YA BROKE ASS LABEL/
PISS ON YA TURNTABLES AND TURN YA STUDIO INTO A RUBBLE/
WAKEY WHINY BABY, GET OUT YA CRADLE/
WANNA MESS, BUCKLE UP QUICK/
SPITTIN **** AT BREAKNECK SPEED/
CUT THROAT STYLE FOR YOU GET KNOCKED OFF TO 8 MILE/
GET HIT/ END UP IN THE BOOTH SUCKIN YA OWN DICK/
I THOUGHT THIS **** OVER QUICKER THAN IT BEGAN/
THAN YA SHOWED YA ASS UP ‘FORE YOU HID IT AND RAN/
NOW YOU SHOWIN UP AGAIN/
BUT NOW CHARLIE- FORCE FEED YOU THE PAIN/
OOZING LYRICS SICKER THAN ‘PROFANE’/
I’M SERIOUS BITCH, QUIT ACTIN LIKE I’M PLAYIN/
NOW ITS ACID THAT I’M LAYIN/
BURNIN YA FACE TO A MASK STRAPPED ON LIKE KANE/
I’M SHADY AND YA LIL FAGGOT WAYNE/
FEEL THE DOSE OF MY FORCE CHARLIE WHEN YA SPINE’LL GET SPRAINED/
ANGER LEAKIN OUTTA MY VEINS/
GRABBIN YA REINS AND CONTROLLIN YOU/
I’MA SLICE AND DICE YOU TO CUBES, ‘FORE THAT I’MA ENTICE YOU/
15 AND HAVEN’T GROWN PUBES, YOU COMIN TO BATTLE ? WRONG SCHOOL/
FOOL, STICKIN YA NECK UP THINKIN YOU SOUNDIN COOL/
YO MAMMA DIDN’T TEACH YOU/ FUCKIN LEECH YOU/
SHOULD GET OVER SUCKIN MY BLOOD/
I’MA BULLET MY WORDS THROUGH HOLES IN YA GUT/
SENDIN YOU PACKIN TO YA HUT, THEN BLOW THAT **** OUT/
REAL LIFE SCENE/ ADVISORY, VIOLENCE AND MEAN, NO “CUT”/
AIN’T A PORNO FLICK, SO BITCH KEEP YA HOLE SHUT/
I’M LIKE A NAIL IN YA FINGER/
RAP WINGER/ UNLEASH AN ARSENAL IN YA ASS ‘FORE YOU CAN CLICK YA TRIGGER/
NIGGA, GET BACK TO PRE SCHOOL, GHETTOS AREN’T FOR JIGGAS/
I’LL BE THE ONE WHO’LL BEND YOU/
THROW YA INTO THE FURNACE TO MEND YOU/
REFINE **** 7 TIME LIKE SILVER/
BUT YA JUST RHYME DIRT/ SO I’LL PISS ON YOU ‘FORE I END YOU/…

Ok thanks for the apology, i will continue the battle tomoro but for today i just need to try and come up with some verses for tracks and collabs ive got coming

Let me kill em' the riddim with the syllables "Stryfe"(name of artist im collab)
They say they been killing but its a fictional life
They spitting all lies
In the vision of are eyes
Fictional criminals hypnotizing are minds
These guys are disguised
They hyping bout knives and 4-5's they ignite when its night
Really they've had abit of a lie to us right
They frithened to fight

They never heard a man with learning problems, rap a storm and burn like rockets
Rippin’ the whole stage apart, it’s up to me to play the part
Like a pantomine theatre play all while the bass and snare is played
Tryin’ to make a breakaway, ‘cause I can break it any way
In any shape and any day, in any size and any form
In any time with plenty charm minus the drama, pain and harm
The cards is on the table, so just deal with them or face the fall
You get dealt at the bottom of the deck with every ace a card
Or card an ace, whatever, man, I walk away with cheddar
I drop bombs and H’s everywhere, you run and skate for shelter
Whatever the weather, whether the weather, whether you like or not
On the microphone, I light the spot the same way that I light a fart
And it goes boom! Shake the room like Will and DJ Jazzy Jeff
I’ll keep rhymin’ ‘til I have no breath or I pass away and collapse to death
The rappin’ vet who has no friends manages to make history
So blissfully; when I climb that mountain, then you’ll see a big emcee
Like Biggie or Tupac Shakur, Big L, Big Pun or Slim Shady
I carry inspiration from the latter ‘cause the kid’s crazy
The way he spits, the way he raps his similes so brilliantly
I guess I’ll have to take a leaf from his book
Who can get with me?

Are rappers afraid of the truth? Are they in denial, lost hope or is it that most of them could care less?

I do have to admit that it does require a little thinking to understand what is being said!
http://www.youtube.com/user/thejuicemedia#p/u/80/P81i4E8RnBA

Let me kill em' on the riddim with the syllables "Stryfe"
They say they been killing but its a fictional life
They spitting all lies
In the vision of are eyes
Pityful criminals hypnotizing are minds
These guys are disguised
They hyping bout knives and 4-5's they say they igniting at night
But really they've had abit of a lie to us right
They frightened to fight so they hype on the mic
Im verbally murdering vermin who lerking the earth
And disturbing the surface with words with no purpose
My urge was to burst on a verse and confer that the burdon
For certain aint permanent
Im never gonna be rapper faking my issues
Ill climb out of the screen on this wastes like ring 2
These snakes say their alive coz they stick youts
Wow Tell me how pingu survived in a iglu?
hahaha

She watch my wrist, I ain't cuttin' time
She dress my horse, I ain't no equine
She preserve my food, Salt, Jolie fine
I eat pussy but the cat's got my behind
Nurse, I got a boo-boo, I need a Band-Aid
Searching for diseases, she's on a pant raid
She need the money, those loans need to get paid
That MD got me sick like MJ
Flyin' like an M2, drivin' in my V8
Cruisin' on the freeway, faster than a speed date
I miss red lights, I miss court dates
I'm a naughty bitch, better spank me
Me and her riding fast, Wild West
Haters get at me with guns, I got a vest
I am Emmanuelle Goldstein, causing unrest
D-Wade at the point, LBJ do the rest
Miami calls, but NY niggas call collect
Hit the Garden with Amar'e, playoffs comin' next
I'm going mad already, I ain't even mad
I ship the Tournament, and boat a bitch's ass
College flow, booze is old news, hot as Vancouver
I am the next Shaun White, look how I manuever
She wearing skimpy-ass jeans, I see right through her
She three Z's, there's no delay before I start to do her
I'm always doing me, I don't need to be flashy
al-Mansur, I prefer things round, not like your pederasty
I'm sorry, that was sassy, unnecessarily nasty
I'm gettin' spazzy, call Drizzy, Smoove, and Lil' Jazzy

IF PROFESSOR OR TIC TAC NIC ARE READIN THIS :

CHARLIESFORCE BEAT ME IN HIS FIRST ONE.
BUT IAM PRETTY SURE I WHIPPED HIS ASS IN THE SECOND ONE.
NOW AM WAITING FOR HIS REPLY IN THE THIRD ONE...

PLEASE RATE THE ''SECOND'' BATTLE BETWEEN ME AND HIM.

LET THE PEOPLE DECIDE...

ive put the whole key words in the Punchlines in Caps so its clearer for people to understand when reading!!!!!!!!!!!

Its because of you im Going Mad
My Lungs are crying stop SMOKING
But im HOMOPHOBIC so i need to SMOKE this FAG
Haha
And now im really getting Soo Mad
Ill Smack you up with my Bo Staff
FAGGIT , how you gonna ride your horse with a BROKEBACK?

Englishmen its one against the Rest Mate
YANKS fight in GROUPS
Thats why theres US In U-S-A!
You best wait
You are my apprentice, so bow to your sensei


**** it i cant be bothered with anymore lol

im done with your lame rhymes, im on my main grind
even if you had a watch, you couldnt see its my time
bitch, i shine, bout as bright as the sun
bruise yo knee? nigga, you ever been shot by a gun?
nah, that answer right there is retoricle
nigga, i got guns, what the **** is a sword gone do?
bullets poppin, steady coking, lettin shots off
i am not one to try, bitch, im not soft
but aye, my gun 6 foot sumthin
itll hallow your ass out, like a halloween pumpkin
and yeah your right, you verses garbage
you gonna feel every word, like im piercing cartlage.

you wanna drop bombs? ****, im all for it
i spit so hard, you rap nigga will forfit
im a animal, a beast contained
every word i spit ill, it needs to be restrained
yeah, im undefeated, and i wouldnt deny unbeatable
i like fast food, and you other rappers eatable
or edible, nevermind the grammer
the other hard headed nigga, got nailed with the hammer
yeah, im disrespectful, ill slap a nigga in the mouth
ill shoot first, ask questions later, it aint much to talk about
im the shooting type
shoot, mash, and fight
get high, and shine, then walk past the light
**** wallkin in it, im a boss lutinient
i got this nigga shook, he know to stay inside his limits
before his ass get served, like in a game of tennis

you garbage son

@flyboy1,
I'm garbage? ****, YOUR the garbage in my trash
I'll throw literature circles around you so fast you can call me Flash
And by the way flypussy, you said THROW a bullet, not SHOOT bullet
You may need to read your fuckin' raps before you come down to me homeboy
I'll keep on playin' with your ass until you break like you a Incredible's toy
I'll knock your ass so back with a finger bash, make you crash
Until your stutterin' and mumblin' for help, callin' me garbage, YOUR THE WHOLE TRASH
And one more thing, somethin' for you to think about in your next reply
'Cause when I write back to that one you're gonna pass by and die
I'm just takin' it easy on you, you see?
'Cause I'm for my next battle Round Two with Prashant Shady the 2, hopefully it will be P.Shady 3
Your homeboys look at me as a rolemodel 'cause my flow too tight
****, I'll **** your girl and you'll be sittin' and watchin' if the Price is Right
Questions are complicated but the answers are sometimes simple
I'll take that lil' bullet you "threw" at me, put it in my glock, then shoot you in the temple
Imma nag you til you give up the right hand and put up the white Flag
Then imma bust a rhymes all the way to her house so she can wash me with a rag

Hahahaha

now ur just being arrogant we are here to rap !

if we wanna know more we will go look 4 it , who do u think u are pushin ur opinions on ppl an not even rapping???

ur an idiot - seek 1st to understand then be understood !

JACKASS

u keep posting bullshit on the site ima talk to the moderators about having u removed !!!!

this is a rap battle forum !! get the picture???

im a mad riddle rapper
you a sad little actor
i married the game. you
just a fag little bachelor

im the ridicule blaster
you miserable bastard
you attack my style, and
i beliitle your stature

caus,
im the empirical master
a lyrical crafter
creating visible laughter
when i spit a full back ya,

To say that you’re undefeated takes a lot of balls
In fact, you’d be a liar to say you ain’t lost at all
You’re an overzealous man in the worst way
That’s like shakin’ hands on a first date with a tranny on your birthday
Or a gay man in your work day
You claim to be “unbeatable”
It’s either because no other emcee has beaten you
Or doesn’t have the patience or energy to beat at you!
My bars are gettin’ him demolished in seconds thin
If we played blow for blow, my arms would have deaded him
My swords have severed him like a scar on his blemished skin
I’m pourin’ cement on him, so now I got the hardest of evidence
This is why they call him an idiot
And they’re callin’ me intelligent
Stop your bellowin’, before I get mad and squash your skeleton
After I’m done with this “boss lieutenant”
All the archaeology technicians will mistake him for Tyrannosaurus specimen
We’re playin’ a game of tennis, which is a great event at that
But you always hit the ball at the net, your same tricks are wack
The game requires stamina in the brain, which you lack
So therefore, I win - game, set and match!

YO PROFF RATE ALL 3 ROUNDS OF MINE AND SHADYS BATTLEWHEN U GET THE SPARE TIME PEACE!

Ok I get your point I suck as a rapper! I have no Punchlines, flow, multi- syllables, metaphor and I am always of topic in your opinion, I also have have spelling mistakes as bad as you.

You are the professor and I am the student very new to rap so I was hoping that you may forgive me for only being exposed to rap for a couple of weeks, I am sure that I will get better in time!

It does appear that I may have hurt your feelings and like I said before that is not my intent as I am not your enemy. I have many subjects of study going on at the same time and I am also taking your course in rap battle.

Ps. You do know that the moderators have given everyone the power to get rid of anyone's post that they do not want to see don't you?

If any one is interested in how your brain works study neurophilosophy and neuroscience.
Professor this may hurt your feelings even more so if you are religious please beware

A speech in layman's terms from a neuroscientist named Sam Harris


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3YOIImOoYM

k now All i have to say is simply ur full of yourself !