Neverending Rap Battle

Straight up dog. That wasn't even good enough to the point that I want to respond

you try to call your self a rapper
ha, watch me tear it up like a tractor
so what if i'm white and i have a good family
all that means is i know enough grammar to say **** thee
I'm on my way to the top of this forum
you can't even stop me
fly like a bird, sting like a bee
you ain't go nothing on me
what do you do know? I'll give you a hint
follow your your dignity that just went

put up or shut up !!!! battle me !

Hell, no
I don't JUST call myself a rapper
I call myself "a whippersnapper who will crack this dickhead Hamilton to smithereens"
I don't care if you're a mathematician
But I deduce that this genius on drugs is gonna get an ass kickin'
From here to 8 Mile that's in Michigan
And I'm past American
"**** thee"? Methinks thou art an evil monster
Like Macbeth when he be slashed with the dagger he sees before him
See, you're just a dumb guy
About to get beat by this one line
Plus you used "your" twice; what, you mean there's more than one "my"?

push this ************ he'lll drown
ur dicks up, mine's pointed down
fuckin faggot, know one feels you
until your brains spew,
out your head
brains laying down on your bed
i aint black but more words kill
vicadins swarming your head, take a pill
but i got the mass appeal
dont **** around with me
ill battle your ass and fracture your knee
looks like your other side's showing, femenim
little bitch get off my rag
the only eminem you can compare to is the ones in the bag

Tribute to Em songs

I feel like a 97 bonnie and clyde
Running away from something just to hide
I know I got the 5 star generals behind
Its Amityville, I know right?
I’m a criminal
I got this world on my pedestal
I’m hellbound, lost but never found
Won but never crowned
And I just don’t give a ****
I’m a kill you, along with your luck
I’m not afraid and its never enough
I’m on my own, off the wall
I’m a public enemy, along with Paul
Ken Kaniff seeks my way
And I still don’t give a ****
Suck my dick superman, tryn’ taking my ball
But it was the kiss, that seeked it all
So just lose it and turn me loose
But I’m done with this crap but I still got **** on you
Tragic ending but ended it up underground
Now we don’t give a ****
And you’re the only sittin duck
Chuck-chuck-a-luck
Oops that’s a chicken
My fault, my darling, that’s my ballz
And you’ll never get em, haha

**** You All I See That Your All A Bunch Of Low Life Loosers Now, I Don't See Any One Here With A Collage Degree Bitch, Look At me. Im The King of The Mother ******* Crowd you can't mess with me, cause I fucked your mom in bed last night so don't give a **** that you suck pussy from a guy. now listen here, i suggest you go to hell and **** with your wife. here.

Oh dear ......
SOMEONE needs to work on his lines a bit more
Plus your rhyming’s a bit sore
And by “sore”, I mean REALLY bad
But hey, two can play that game .... like checkers, man
A rapper with Tourette’s Syndrome
Take your pills – and get the doctor to call a cab to get you home
‘Cause friend, you’re not wanted
Your life support, the vet has discharged it
You spew so much ****, it’s like someone fed you cathartics
Or worse yet, some narcotics
You’re a drug addict on crack
A bum faggot on smack, a dumb maggot on hash
You try to rap, desperate to hack it so bad
Your hair begins to stand on end, like it just saw a Hallowe’en mask
I try to rap, and I do it two times better
Let’s go to the judges, and let THEM decide whose rhyme’s better

You white or black? Just out of curiousity

Battlin me again, I think you’re delirious
You suck so bad, I can’t even take you serious

You rap worse than Miley Cyrus.
Now you’re gonna lose to a kid that’s Irish.
We’re the whitest country the world’s ever had
Losin to one of us, that’s just sad.

You only talk **** when you’re safe at your computer.
I think now it’s time for T-dogg to get neutered

I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.
You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.

White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.
And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.

I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.

Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.
I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.

You like to act like you're 50 Cent
But in the gym locker room you're always pitchin tents.

You say I’m gay, but I want you to pause it.
I’m still waitin on you to come out of the closet.

Losin to Reed, then me, and now me again.
You getting your *** kicked is becoming a trend.

I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don’t stop now, you’re gonna be in tears.

I beat you again, but I don’t think you learned,
When you **** with me, then you’re gonna get burned

packing the crates /smacking the fakes /
went from slum back packing the 8ths/
too laughing when ppl call asking for a half n ,
ya'll ain't got balls an lack passion
neanderthals , still liven in the past n liven in the hour glass asking for cash,
sandman in the dessert
how is a man measured?
how clever ?
how big ?
how long ?
he gone through these endeavours ?
i stay true in this , spewin this , primordial , placenta, nicknames adventure
who got the sicker spray? ricochet, the click click bang , the dick clit bang
who u think ur ******* wit mang , spit thangs scientists analyse
realize , it can get um higher than this an the sky's
real guy, freal Im trying this an defy's
all possible limitations , they put on ur model
drinking sinking ur ships in the bottle
live by a motto
you can die by tommorow
you can die by ya sorrows
i can resurrect the next frankenstein , to smoke an trip tonight
clip through cyphs, crypto nights , vampire damn liars , sip yo life

Man I dont think ever seen so many people rhyme delirous with serious
Matter of fact all these rappers sound the same, its kinda mysterious
But I gotta the **** that can wipe out all this wimpiness
Its called flow, all you fags know you spit slow
So quit going you know Im tighter
So grab the lighter
Put em in the air, show these amateurs whats on fire
Like Michaels hair
You got it all wrong man your the one whos safe behind the key board
How bout you get off your ass and into the studio and record
Because homie you got it backwards
Your dippin your soup in side your crackers
Thinkin your good your just braggers
So this is a love song for all these mystical rappers
Keep it original, I smooth **** over
Your just tap dancers on hot tar
You put the bumps in the road and i drove over them in my car

No, I'm brown; South Asian from my parents' side.

I’m not delirious – you’re just seeing hallucinations
I come in your flashbacks and leave your pupils achin’

If I rap worse than Miley Cyrus, that may be true
But I’d say Miley Cyrus is less crazed than you

So you’re Irish? No wonder you talk drunk
You even take down the stool that you fell off from

So America IS predominantly THE whitest country
In your case, the population consists of dykes and honkeys

I AM safe at my computer, so it’s only right I talk ****
So ill that I cause your computer so many virus problems
That you seek advice from Norton!

And who’s “T-dogg” anyhow?
I’m surprised “T-dogg” didn’t tame YOU first before he let you out

This IS the same rhyme I’ve seen posted for MONTHS
Now it’s gettin’ WAY beyond a joke, huh, son?

Maybe I should just get angry now and let him have it
He wouldn’t know a “clue” if he watched Inspector Gadget

I DID have a fever, way back in the winter time
The reason I have beaver teeth is ‘cause I left scabs on your chicken’s thighs

You can go on forever with your rhymes, and BORE me to death
But my punchlines will leave you sorely depressed
Like a Chief Mourner at best who lays the coffin to rest

How can you ruin a reputation behind your computer desk?
Too many 9 to 5 shifts explain the sweat through your vest

You can wish I was dead - but believe me, I do too
I’d RATHER die than descend to the level you stoop to

I don’t act like 50 Cent
I LISTEN to him; a significant DIFFERENCE
And as far as pitchin’ tents go, you pitched your open tent in the winter
And froze to death in a blizzard

I’m sure EVERYONE here believes you’re gay
I’d like to lock you in the closet and throw the key away!

How can I lose to you twice when we’ve never even battled?
I’ll whip you with a “Reed” and completely scab your ankles

People like you are stupid all of the time
You’re all washed-up like a Hollywood guy

I have learned from the best
But so far, you’re the worst of them I’ve heard of yet
I let my marijuana stub burn the hurr (hair) off your chest

Nice, you got some good lyrics dude.

You motherfucking bitch! You stole my ****! http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090316172014AA54RCp No one be taking this cock sucker seriously! ************ you is wack!!!

Yep, he stole your "****", all right, D9-Tap. They say there's no honour amongst thieves. LOL

Southern style and I'm comin in so wild...
Gettin so much money my stacks just form a pile.
Yea bitch, i'm right here, Come back in a while.
Hey little faggot, tell me what'cha fave style?
I brot dat beat back, so lets just wait a minute.
I hustle evry day, don't think I eva finish.
I rule da game bitches,
so i gotta make decisions
Would i ratha make a livin,
or keep ballin wiff dese naked women?
I said dat I'm hust-alin
Can't bitches see i always win?
I win and make my papa thick,
when on diz stage I spit.
First time on dat beat, and yea i killed it.
It's sirshake and I can neva be defeated,
Cuz evry day I win, and evry day you beat it.
I'm going in ch
I always win ch.
Sirshake baby, I'm back again, haha.
old beef, new flow.
Ksly qwerty here we go.
I beat this gamr up like joe francis did ni-cole
I been winning since the beginning this rap game
Gettin tall stacks, tight stacks, and loose change.
So what you talking bout,
we can let it bounce.
Selling by da gram, i'm sellin by da ounce.
I'm a true winna, always.
Evry way, even in school hallways.
I'm a big boss.
Winning is my only law.
I hit the streets, money is my only goal
I be doing my thing until the end.
Sirshake baby, and i always win.

This is 8 mile your papa doc
Sit your ass down and get ready to get lyrical fucked
This is my potium, this is my world
Im the neuro sergreon
These are strong words so I dont encourage em
Im the kinda person that'll get
Katie Couric to cursin
So set back wishin you had the same intensity I have
But this game is my nipple, let me suck
So get off my dick, and ****
Yourself
Im the W in white
The G in GOAT
Cause Im the greatest of all time
And your just miles and miles behind
But these are my words, this is where the rap ends
Better go get your girlfriend and her gay friends and make ammends

D9 shutup I find ur **** all over the web how do I know that's even yours