Neverending Rap Battle

where did u write that line i never stole anything?

After I wrote that rap on the page before this one
You came back with the sweater rhyme, no big deal
Didnt mean to be so harsh on the last one, just rapping!
Beef ends now, good rhymes!

i know nice job to u too sorry bout the writers block thing didnt see it u know what they say though great minds think alike

this kid,this kid thinks he can rap but he cant make that mouth flap when it comes down to life oh **** he dont even hava wife,when he looks down he comes up witha frown,looks in tha mirra that makks everything cleeara,he has no life trynna find these raps ona site,he cant get em off his mind what am i thinkin hes the stupidest u can find so cmon bust out yuur rhyme ill still beat yo ass anytime **** **** that that gooes out to all ya cause believe me yall are on the collar

this kid,this kid thinks he can rap but he cant make that mouth flap when it comes down to life oh **** he dont even hava wife,when he looks down he comes up witha frown,looks in tha mirra that makks everything cleeara,he has no life trynna find these raps ona site,he cant get em off his mind what am i thinkin hes the stupidest u can find so cmon bust out yuur rhyme ill still beat yo ass anytime **** **** that that gooes out to all ya cause believe me yall are on the collar

My line vs. qwertyuioplkjhgfdsaz, thebest69 & Collective Mind



Your line vs. thebest69



I hope for your sake that is not a subliminal shot; bad enough you took one of my lines already.

its alright taking someones line
but whole verse nigga thats not fine
too bad your glock aint **** for my m-16
when im shootin at u its gonna be something u havent seen
these niggas be saying spit yo lick
i tell them to go suck a dick
yo nigga u think ur so badass
maybe u should take a rap class
ur rap is ****
i think ur little bitch ass shuld get hit
u talk all the crap
i thought i wuld be using crap to describe ur rap
i just woke up so my rap aint good
even though i grew up in the hood
well peace out i gotta go to the corner
to protect the U.S. honor

i dont need a rap class man im already the teacher
kids listen to me more than a christian listens to a bible preacher
my rhymes will eat cha and easily defeat cha
me and bambino called it a draw
how long before you relize this is the last straw
one more rap u cross the line
soon ur head will be mine best69
**** im just about outta time
but theres one more thing i wanna say before i go
i gotta make this right before the hatred grows
i wasnt stealing lines that was a shout out to illustraight
i dont care what u say cuz haters gonna hate
so write me back quick or ur gonna be late
for ur faggot ass eharmony date

it wasnt a sublimminal shot its a shout out now give me what u got
ill go first since later i gotta put thebest69 in my hertz
now illustraight tell me if this hurts
how does it feel to get beat by a cracker bitch
who according to the rest of you should go die in a ditch
but even with all these hits i still walk without a hitch
im on that white boy ballin status
ill be a legend like greg matux
they found osama but they wont find me
illustraight u just a redneck from tennesse
who dont know what it feel like to touch a double d
my raps work miricales they cure cancer
if rap was a test id have every answer
now why am i rap battleing a ballay dancer
u still believe in santa rudolph and prancer
so ill see u soon under the christmas tree
cuz christmas eve ur mom will get a visit from big daddy qwerty

nigga ur still stealing lines nigga
one more time i'll pull the trigga
telling illustrate that hes gonna end up in a ditch
nigga thats mine so dont be a bitch
ur not a teacher
let alone a preacher
ur just a little white boy trying to fin in
i'll throw ur ass in the recylcling bin
now imma copy ur one good line
idc if u think its fine
but now because this gets outta hand
not getting ur little raps from a band

You’re waiting for Christmas Eve to pay my mother a visit
In the meantime, I bought yours a cock for a present
If you ever WERE to try and beat me - well, that’d be a start
But I’d slowly pull you apart like the “cracker” you are
As far as professionalism goes, you’ll NEVER reach Greg Maddux’s status
‘Cause Maddux was a “Mad Dog”, you’re just short like a dachschund
You couldn’t Dodge my fire, even though you tried to be Brave
But my Cubs will tear away parts of your face
“big daddy qwerty”, once put in his place
Will be singin’ Christmas carols with the Padres at the gates
Me and thebest69 will blast missiles like Voltron
Qwerty will end up in Alaska or in the North Pole
‘Cause Qwerty has a major bipolar disorder
Struck an iceberg and made a giant hole in the water
So now he’s sinkin’ deep and goin’ to sleep with the sharks
I’ll still be in Tennessee and goin’ to sleep with his broad
You call me a redneck, I got my shotgun cocked
Ready to open fire on this Zombie wop
I AM flexible just like ballet, which is true
Plus I can probably flex nine times better than you
It took me 5 minutes to write this in a verse
I know my punchlines make you cry piss and it hurts
A fast typist I am, I use the keyboard for my writtens
But I use Backspace to Delete qwerty from existence

so how was that eharmony date u get any action
cuz i know when u see guys its an insant attraction
its obvious ur slacking off cuz of ur male distraction
ur rhymes are even full they equal a fraction ill cause a nuclear reaction
that will **** u up more than japan
u bout as original as a 4 door sedan
im more of a threat to u than america is to iran
the war has began im not talking bout america we already got osama
i run the rap world like barrack obama whos givin it to ya momma
spit rhymes in ya face like the saliva of a llama
u wanna start an argument like this is facebook drama
i stop u in the middle of a sentance make u pause like a comma
u can tell im a master at this rap **** nobody questions it
like alighter keep the flame lit
cuz i spit fire on the mic son call me a dragon
u act badass but ur lyrics are saggin
u got gay ass rhymes but u still be braggin
u can put me down for the count like ya draculas homie
u talk alot of **** but its obvious u dont know me
if u think ur so great then why dont u show me

u got me there nigga lol nice rappin lol but this is my first time rappin just off the top off my head lol im only 14 anyways haha

haha 14 here too good job for a first timer keep it up

making money everyday
******* bitches my way
you nothing to a big shot
im only happy when the bitch is screaming stop

thanks bro i appreciate it

Keep act'n like you rep da boogy down bronx...
I come frome the land of the honky tonk...
So if ya cant walk dat walk dont talk dat talk...
Keep talk'n dat **** and ill split ya dome...
Smake ya ass up and send ya home...
Ya come ta battle me ya better where ya vest...
Cause ya cant free style wit a slug in ya chest...
Dats what'll happn' if i give it my best...
I flow like a convoy, dis mic is my toy
Scream it out loud and proud bad ass white boy...
yall scared ta see me on da mic cause i might say
somthing ya might not like, like i'm da great white...
Yo, if hind site's 20/20 you should have ya eyes riped out
and glued to ya ass...
So you can look back in da past & see how bad
i just spanked dat ass...
I ain't try'n to win dis battle i'm all ready da best...
So i'ma give you da mike and let you finish da rest...

It's time for me to get into this shieett LMAOOOOO!!!!

Tic Tac Nic, swallowed by bricks
Hit you in the face make you bleed real quick
Haha, you smell like musted ass
You a little pound thats no where near to my mass
Nick is too fast, break your leg again when you wearin that cast
Yeah, call me Mr.I Love To Pounce
Cause I pound on your bitch til she nothin but an ounce
All these tornado's comin'
Blast of wind to yo girl and you know she cummin'
Bitch, get off my turf
You steppin in my ocean when you know you cant surf
Wit yo weak self, stealin Illu's words
My lyrics gonna produce wings on you, so fly wit the birds
Yeah, representin' AB4L
Always Bro's for(4) Life, even handicaps could tell
Step down so hard, make you go to hell
Make ya Satan's bitch, do whatever he wants when he rings that bell
Look, you got into a fight with the pitbull
You just a lil meat that I can eat, you so pityfull
I'm green as a leaf, sharp as a talon
I'm a gallon filled wit water, I'm smarter than this barter
You a farter thats why you stink, we should call you Vince Carter
I'm taller you and you smaller then me
So get off my d1ck wit yo dirty white T


AB4L NIGGAAAAAAA!!!!

To some, my lyrics they cannot digest,
and they get pissed, so I have to lay them to rest.
I guess I'm just blessed, but others get obssessed,
so, they go on a quest to end my lyrical zest.
My patience they test, so then I have to suggest.
When you mess with the best, you die like the rest.
My cranium spits out these thoughts sporatic.
They come to my mind like they're on automatic.
One look at your lyrics can show your thoughts are static.
Take a look at mine, and you'll think it's systematic.
My mental tenacity
is filled to capacity.
I have a certain mendacity
to speak with opacity.
It'll have you guessin'
what I'm professin'
through my poetical lesson.
As it continues progressin',
you'll deepen into recession.
I'm the illest rapper that will you'll ever meet.
If you try to compete, you might as well admit defeat.
I shall hasten your demise. I'm destruction in diguise.
Your restless, empty cries fill the vastly empty skies.
So, to you I must advise another way you should devise
To arise your enterprise, cause to me you've given rise.
My rhymes will come at you like a verbal tantrum.
It's where I come from. It's my fuckin' anthem.
I spit **** serious. I bet you're deliriously furious.
I'm just curious, you seem spuriously mysterious.
See, I'm a renegade, and I'm here on a crusade,
to rid the earth of you. So, here. Hold this grenade.
Now, watch your future fade, as shrapnel now gets sprayed.
Lay your corpse to rest, cause you just got played.

ab4l stands for a bitch for life
better get this emo ****** a knife
why u wanna give me wings im already fly
grab a gun make a mother ****** die
u wanna win i dont think so but u can try
cuz i spit dopes rhymes
more than one come out at one time
like a lady havein twins
when it comes to battleing i only got wins
i dont have any losses reppin like gang bosses
i go on bigger drug spees than charlie sheen
plain old strait up rappin machine
rhymeing like a pro at the young age of fourteen
you nasty like gonnorea discharge... green
your name is a game for kids of age 3 and plus
you cant even dream of keepin up with the rest of us