Neverending Rap Battle

Phew, I am worn out
Ay ya Imma take a break for at least a day
That last rap took me FOREVER to write. And it is long cause I was talking
to 3 people
But ya reply back to me and Ill holla at ya later

I have to say, it was pretty good :}
Don't stress, more meteors are headin' your way.

REALE , its not any competition thats why im pissed cause ur so ******* weak .... I might aswell call out ills an charlie my boys just for any semblance of competition , as full of myself as that sounds its TRUE !!!

i could wipe my ass an come up with better ****
clever scripts , to me ur like... whatever bitch
u dont wanna start it , r u retarded i'll never quit

a response for the pawns from the fonz EH
what the **** you gone say? everything u heard on the latest kanye
drop pussy like gin , bombay
PEARL HARBOR
ya pearly whites , ya'll so dumb , wonder were i get my flow from ?
my scrotom!
pegan sacrafice your afterlife I got no reason to goat um
you got no reason to golem , but u think ur precious
mf who use ink the freshest , noone cares who u think the best is
think im nsync with the ink n rhyme the deafest
a microphone an a stage , thats where life an death is
cypher breath is not gonna waste another verse on 2nd rate emcee's
u take pennies
n don't have the common sense to make any .....dollars ......
here take my emptys an go buy a new collar
Dogg , u aint nuttin but a bitch ,
with a butter face an you tuck ya dick ,
wannabe acting thug n **** , get smack in the mug n clipped ,
smoke crack n buggin bitch
don't know whats mo painful, listening to u be so anal
or the fact that ur fuckin **** !!!!!




PEACE YO ANYONE WANNA RATE THE BATTLE BETWEEN Me AN Reale ?

Prof!

u have good punchlines battle me ?

You wanna flap your fingers,
You're more like a chicken, flappin' wingers,
You wanna rap, think you're makin' a battle,
You're just suckin' your thumb and shakin' your rattle.
Don't talk bull about me being a retard,
You're just a softie wannabe, you wanna be hard,
You're like a bull, I shake rags and say 'Let's play.'
And you run after me like it's Marathon Day.
It seems like you're starvin' fun,
You jack'd my lines like Steve Harvey stole his son.
Yo prof! you're the best *cough* *cough*,
You're like a broken blinkin' light, you go off, off.
I think you lost your head, you're talkin' bout pearl harbour,
Go check, I still think they got spare heads in the back of the barbers.

I'll rate.

Iight iight iight
Me truly
I haved to get it to Prof
First of all : he got more punchlines in, when Reale, your just like, all over the place you feel me?
Second of all : Prof ended it like he wants some more. Reale, you ended it like some dumb **** like this is the end, its done, no more raps, you feel me

So my vote goes to Prof this round

BUT KEEP THEM COMIN' BRUH BRUH!!

Anyone else wanna battle?

Fuckit y'all the reason what ya breathing corrupted
You believe in being heathen ,woman beating an cheating
Sleeping on the mic , then start creeping N if u ain't got the heartbeatin in ya chest , then it'll be reaping ur breath, see alot of young emcees believein thur best , envy eyed an still have to hold there hands high before leaving ur desks ,put loop holes from my boots blow ya soul through the fold in ya chest ,smash u computer emcee's with ya keyboards no way you going to esc, give me a microphone I'll ignite the zone write a flow fighter soul as fast as life can go a cyph an mic behold a real rapper,ignite insight rerolled the Devine scroll rolled it up in the mindsfold , y'all wanna follow The man in the blindfold , ima let my shineglow , y'all zombies be mindful
I'm toten
rhyme dope n
sorta swords crack ya mind open



Peace prof

i'm right here. lets do it!!!!

Hahaa, anyway it's kl, im signin off for a bit...

You wanna rap and diss my origins,
Think you got birds? You **** pigeons.

Peace boys.

never asked 4 it but now i need your help guys
insult him in some raps
cause he's dawm crap

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btw i am eliot on fb huh

theres a boy that i know who thinks
hes tough thinks hes buff motha fucka
likes to talk some stuff he thinks im
scared but i'm not ill stand up when i
want which is when im done with it all
that bitch will fall then all i gotta do is
make a call then he's dead and i can
finally go to bed and forget it all

I drizzle the shizzle and it fizzles on my nizzles,
Word up you motherfuckers get your guns and cars!
And we be livin on our riches all ill-gotten by our bitches;
Get busy motherfuckers and remove their bras!
In all the cities we be pretty sitting round and sucking titties,
Use my jimmy so much it be giving me a nasty limp.
I got a 32 gig iPod, get my drift? They call me tripod
Cos I got a third leg, yeh and I'm well-hung pimp.
I'm a masogenist and rude but a rapper must be crude;
I'm antisocial and I am a walking stereotype.
This rap could still get seemier but I got sickle cell anemia
I like rice and peas and chicken if you believe the hype.

Your line vs. Tic Tac Nic


Against mine vs. flyboy 1


Bite me again ...... and you'll pay.

I wonna battle someone

Yeah I know I'm white I can't change that
still every night I'm making your bitch wet
I'm raping the mic,you say you wanna fight
after you lose don't dare to dissrespect white!
and if you want ..come to me and skip for-play
I'ma be glad to hear what you gonna say
You are guilty for your tragedy
Nigga doncha dare to blame on me
Still didn't learn the important lesson
Don't make me reach for that weapon
I aint plannin' to change my direction
You pussy, never got in my fuckin section
This is not old school this is freestyle
I'm so strong, sendin' emenem back to 8 mile
oh what i'm sorry i hurt your feelings?
say that to your mum I won't stop killin'!
so better leave tha mic you and your fools
Game is over you bitcher LOSE!

Haaaaaaaaaaaaa, he played yo ****. You better beat his ass.

And beat his ass, I shall.

Mary had a little lamb
whose fleece was white as snow
So I raped it, yeh I am
As dark as any nigger I know;
Held a gun to that mother ******* sheep's face, dawg,
Its bleatin didn't bother me I still wrapped it up, all hog tied,
Opened wide its fluffy little bumhole, G,
And I fucked it so the mother ******* farmer could see.
I'm a bad mofo, I don't just rape hos,
Graduated, was sated by that so long ago.
Now I'm doing time for ******* things in nursery rhymes
I raped Humpty so bad when he walks it shows
Forever, never say I'm weak you fool
But ******* bitches, dawg, well that's just too old school.
I don't say it to impress but this is just progress
And me I like to mess up little Bo-Peep's dress.
I spooged all over it, moved on to Miss Muffet
And spunked all day in her curds and whey.
That bitch was guzzlin on my man-batter
While I fucked up the Mad-Hatter,
Stuck my jimmy in Alice till she passed straight out.
Man it was good, despite all the blood
And I filmed the Cheshire Cat rape her tiny mout'.
I'm darker than you all but, hell, you make the call.

Reale ...... you bit me
Isn't that a bit shifty? I'm about to sweep you off your feet swiftly
Quicker than a Swiffer sweeper pickin' dirt off the floor
3-bar'd your ass, but I'm about to hurt you some more
Hope you've got your seat-belt strapped tight, I'm about to cart you through this
And I reckon I've got 11 more bars to do it
Reale, you're FAKE - that couldn't be a more sick punchline
I'll expose you like a news report that's done live
outside a courtroom, on the porch full of journalists
And tell you off before we all find out whose turn it is
to have their talent stripped, stolen or disregarded
I don't want anyone else to feel broken or disheartened
by what I'm about to say to this piece of ****
who thought it was okay to steal a piece of my wit
just to diss a competitor, a rhyme aggressor
If I was a mobster, I'd shoot you with my beretta
When it comes to this rap ****, I'm five times better
I can beat your ass with nine lines a letter
or a part of a rhyme I can build to make it twice as effective
You said one of my rhymes, I don't know why you ever said it
Maybe it was an accident, maybe it was to get respect
I don't know WHAT goes in inside that head
That sleazy, puny little wittle head of yours
Rip you apart like a set of drawers
You should've KNOWN better than to bite someone that's already used a line about vomit and sick, it's revoltin'
Oops .... I said it was gonna be just 11 rhyme bars
Now it's 11 by 2, that's 11 lines more
If you can count - but I don't give a crap
Mathematically or linguistically, I just whipped your ass
It's badminton, and I just won game, set and match for real
This whole verse is one, big slap to Reale! *slap*

And you can consider that a warning.