Neverending Rap Battle

yep your white as a swan
too bad you cant write a song
its not that you cant rhyme it more like your as worth than a dime
what was that ?
you still think you can rap ?
OK i was gonna go easy
but your still think you as great as jeezy so here we go you ready for this show ?
cause you go home only to get domed
im waiting their yeah im not gonna play fair im gonna use biological warfare
im gonna get in your small ass head
tie you to a bed make sleep with a body
with a girl named Robby
oh yeah your so fucked
you suck
and now your zombie
eating dead body's is your hobby you sick ****
your outta luck im gonna blow your head off
them im gonna go and drink some Smirnoff

All I see is a false prophet who's about to go poaching (hence the clothes he's wearing).

And logic DOESN'T suck, you just never took the time to understand how it keeps things moving. Furthermore, if there WAS to be a logical collapse like those Greek mathematicians supposedly deduced, then hell, we'd probably blame it on YOU. What DOES piss us off is someone preaching all kinds of BS on a completely different thread! Yes, I said "BS" - as in "BULLSHIT"! Just like reasoning logic's "reasoning logic" is BULLSHIT! Get some rhymes and get with the times!

Whew. With that being said ......

[Intro]
I feel tempted to write another rap sheet
But THIS time it’s all about the slang that we use in Britain
So to all the locals and the foreigners
Take notes and pay attention
Listen

[Verse 1]
If you’re a big girl’s blouse, that defines you as a wimp
And if you’ve got a big monkey, you’ve got five hundred quid
If you’ve got a few quid, you have pounds to spend
If you’re out to get pissed, you’re goin’ out for a drink
A tart is a lady who is scantily dressed
And if she’s a piece of skirt, then you fancy her to death
If somebody’s your mate, then he’s your friend
If you live in a street neighbourhood, then you live in the ends
If you’re nippin’ somewhere, you’re goin’ out for a few minutes
To confirm a statement, you use the word ‘innit’
If you’re goin’ clubbin’, that means you’re goin’ to a rave
And if you’ve gone barmy, that means you’re insane
If you’ve got yourself a bird, that means you’ve got a girlfriend
She’d be havin’ affairs if she was out with the milkman
This slang is used daily from time after time
I’m only explainin’ it rhyme after rhyme
This is slang culture

[Hook]
Slang culture, this is slang culture
Spoken everywhere, this is slang culture
Check it
Slang culture, this is slang culture
Another language in your ear, this is slang culture
[x2]

[Verse 2]
If you’re goin’ for an Indian, then you’re goin’ for a curry
If you’re rushed off your feet, that means you’re in a hurry
If you’re in need of a brew, that means you want a cup of tea
And if you’re havin’ a butcher’s, then you’re havin’ a look-see
A top-up is another drink of beer
If you’re all ears, that means you’re listenin’ clear
But gossip is the last thing you wanna hear
The old bat’s your Gran, your old man’s your Dad
But Big L already mentioned that – my bad!
If you’re gettin’ stuff down you, then you’re consumin’ somethin’
If you’re havin’ a tiff, you’re startin’ a fight for nothin’
If you don’t Adam and Eve it, you don’t believe it
If someone’s homosexual, then that man’s a beaver leaver
If you’re a bloke, then you’re a man or a guy
And I don’t need to define the term for bastard, alright?
Look, this slang is used daily from time after time
I’m only explainin’ it rhyme after rhyme
This is slang culture

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
If someone’s in the nick or banged up, they’re in prison
If somethin’’s small or insignificant, then it’s piddlin’
If you’re sniffin’ a bit of Charlie, then you’re on coke
If you chase the dragon, then you take heroin and inhale the smoke
If someone’s in sportswear and bling, then they’re a chavvy
If someone’s impudent, then you can call them a chekky chappy
And some of us know “Cheers!” means “Thank you!”
No way am I givin’ this up – not on your Nellie, dude!
If someone’s interested in food, they’re a foodie
Del Boy’s already explained the meaning of “cushty”
“Plonker” means an idiot, and “poncey” means snobby
If you meet a cop, you can call them a rozzer or a Bobby
If someone’s chattin’ ****, that means they’re talkin’ rubbish
If a lady’s a lesbian, then she’s a rug-muncher
This slang is used daily from time after time
I’m only explainin’ it rhyme after rhyme
This is slang culture

[Hook]

[Outro]
Peace to Big L, rest in peace

Props !! I was Waiting for the british version !!

Ebonics one of my fav songs homie

(You don't know if I have one of not so that was ****..)

Ha so what is I was gay, you stupid homophobe, when your the one being done by your dads anal probe.
For now you're like Kim Jung Il, you're more fucked up than an orange peel, your lyrics are older than the dude who invented the wheel.

When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery
My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery
But break out like father running form responsibility
Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility
I balance humility, with brutal instinct
I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync
And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car
I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars
My breyon talk pick thick
So don't ever talk ****
I’m colder than a Dairy Queen Blizzard,
This is Lord of the Rings, you’re the hobbit, I’m the wizard.

Little bitch you think I play games, well I'm gonna burn you with my flames, by now ****** you should of learnt, you mess with me your gonna get burnt.

dude your raps are all jig jag just like your name it's just so insane i might lose my brain wash you down the drain thrown you in front of a train bitch it's time for you to feel some fuckin pain

WHOOOO! I feel you Money Man, but make your raps longer!!! and put them in rap format like Illustraight be doin. It makes us read it easier.

Now I don't know if all boy scouts are gays
But they could probably "tie the knot" in like fifty different ways...
I got a safe full o' cherries, cause I pop it and lock it,
A girl's like a fridge, once a week you should stock it,
And girl, if your into a rimmin it's only safe if your swimming,
And girl don't sit on the couch cause I treat my objects like women.
I spit fire like I just blew a demon
My shits so hot I leave your toilet bowl steamin
I'm gonna tarot like the cards of the gypsies
You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses.
If your pants are loose, I'll re-pleat ya.
You're a first time veagan and it's nice to meat ya
I'm bo yo
I'm the greatest rappa eva
And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not
Think your better your not
Don't need a sweater I'm hot
I'm a real G shawty that can really find your g spot
What the hell's a g spot?
Go to a
Vagina orchard, count 1, 2, 3
Spin that plant around you got a third whirled **** tree
That's right, consider yourself warned
I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn
Your playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it ma'am?
Your pushin em together like a titty Venn Diagram
Look at that crack excuse me can I buy a gram?
Right below your diaphram, ass looks like your hidin ham
First base, were making out
Second base, I'm getting faked out.
Third base, I'm getting take out
And I'd try to take it home if I knew I'd take it out
But I just don't know I said I just don't care I said
My flos so cold I need a tampon from a polar bear
And you can spell and smell my stink
B.O. lingers and it makes you think
Cause I'm bo yo
And I'm the greatest rappa eva
And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not
Think your better your not
Don't need a sweater I'm hot
You got two eyes, only got one shot. yeahh.
Yo,
Cause girls are like donuts when I be bustin bo nuts,
I can make em cream-filled or give them a layer of glaze
I'm like doug's friend Skeeter whenever I meet her.
Casue I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise.
YO, My girl is epyletic cause she's the one I'm jerkin with
Common you asian child labor show me what your workin with


OOO large machinery

Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects
I'm talking bout religious sex like a morman sex that says you cant have sex with memebers of different sex but you cant have sex with members of the same sex
so if the sex cant be different the sex cant be same the only sex left is some left hand shame
And girl I left you cause u left the game and if that don't feel right then u Can write my name

Cause I'm bo yo
I'm the greatest rappa eva
And I'll weather your weather whether you think your better or not
Think your better your not
Don't need a sweater I'm hot
And if I can't think of another rhyme then I ought,
To think of one.

Yeah write this down man.
Yo, yo

Look pass the skin and look to the lyrics
I run miracle circles around you like spherical lyrics
This isn't about ironic pigment
If you're imagining this then I'm a chronic figment.
Yeah.

Feel it ready.

Man, my junks so long that it hangs and swings, so at the nude baech people Think I'm lookin for lost rings
Play the skin flute Your big boy sings and if you want to take it all wear African neck rings.

Oh,
Come on
Haters call me gay, but that aint hatin
Cuase I'm not homophobic, my morals are straight and
If I'm in the closet then you are blow me
Takin the b-a-t out of basement, homey
Yeah.

Yo, cause I'm bo yo
I'm the greatest rappa eva
And I'll weather your weather whether you think I'm clever or not
Think your better your not
Don't need a sweater I'm hot
I'm a real g that can really find your g spot.
Yeah, yeah, yo, yooo.
I'm a real g homey that can really find your g spot.

I'm what you call a savant, because I write photographically
The way that I lay my sentences down, I'm puttin' my foes in casualty
So don't get mad at me about the way that I unfold this masterpiece
My vocals are heat, quick to hang you like ornaments on the mantelpiece
The rhymes I pick are swell, and my lines are hot as peppered pizzas
My style is unique and sicker than a child with sickle-cell anaemia
Hepatitis, meningitis, polio, bites and fevers
When I light the heater, suckers shrink to the same size as Bieber
I'm like a beaver, the way I viciously bite into this beat
Armed with eagle-eyes and feet and sharp incisors in the teeth
These suckers are biters, but they try and deny it willingly
Full of deception and deceit, their lies are killin' me
The next thing they will do is try and bite my recipe
But my secret is off-limits to anybody who steps in my territory
They're half-steppin', so they need a crutch to support them
When the .22 scorch them
They're gonna wish their mothers had some sort of abortion
I'm goin' off the boundary derailed like a bullet train
Slidin' off the track down the mountain, now it's full of flames

..... That's just one freestyle verse. There's more to come yet.

*Claps*

*bows down graciously*

Dude it's Jigajig not Jigajag, your raps are giving my laptop lag. Your raps are messier than slag, now stand back while I pick up the mag. The way I see it, we got the kit, to make it legit, stuck up in this rit, just give me abit . Pain HA I fuckin know it to well, seeing as I spend my time mostly in hell, being screwed over in this worlf, being twirled and twirled around don't know whats up and whats down. I'm feeling sick of this ****, don't know what to do starting to lose the plot, losing all clue.

i don't care bitch go **** a can of beer
i'll call you what i want cause bitch im
at the top by the way im an undercover cop

Im at the top of the line all the whoes are mine
cause it's my time to shine while i drunk from whine
ill do my best not to get in a crime ill blast you all with slime
cause motha fuckas it my time

Just stop, your not at the top ha your no where near, so better just stay clear other wise your gonna fall, or slam into a brick wall. Yo Money man where do you get the cash from, is it from being a whore, passing out on the floor, when you wake up is your ass abit sore? Learn how to spell it's WINE not whine your an Abomination your lyrics are a crime, so it's to late for you the police are knocking on your door, so you can be sure you are not going to win this war.

dude stop with the joke go sniif some coke
but don't choke on ya momma titties we all
know you still get bress feedings it's time for
you to get a fuckin beating

(My mums in the hospitable ****..)

FOR THE LAST TIME JIG! HE DOESNT MEAN IT PERSONALLY. ITS A DAMN RAP BATTLE!

ya think yu'r the baddest rapper here
now watch this and be feared
your rhymes are crap, you cant even keep a beat,





c-unit is in the house so take a seat.





I float like gravity





never had a cavity





got more rhymes than the winans got family





no need ot go on big brother to gain some sort of fame,





no shame in my game cos ill always be the same.





your time is up, my time is now





respect the master get down and bow.





writing rhymes is all that i do,





if u feel me then im writing for u.





peas, broccoli and beans,





its wat makes u strong, so eat ur greens.





its wat ur mama always said,





so liten gud and hard and u will be in gud stead





the rims on my navigator





ride the kerb like a street skater.





im white W-H-I-T-E,





im the guy than even at midnight u can see





never grew up in a hardass hood,





not saying that every rapper has to, or should.





so next time u sit down a try to write,





think of me, c-unit the white

I take a beat and loop it,
I take a beat and choop it,
Choop it? What does that mean?
I don’t know but I got fat jeans on,
And I already said that,
I don’t know where my head’s at,