Neverending Rap Battle

**** it im back cant stand not posting and reading these wack lyrics...SHOUT OUT TO THE LEGENDS ILLUSTRAIGHT AND PROFF


Marching in heat, armed with a SCAR and a vest
Hearts on the edge
Enemys are target and they after are flesh
Every yard that you step is like your dancing with death
Afganistan roullete, pick a card from the deck
Get a blast through your head or a shard of glass in the chest
Or get asked.."what price did you pay" "an arm and a leg"
Karma's is dressed as children starving for bread
So when we laughing at them, we find our sargent is dead


wow i think that is the illest **** i have wrote since i can remember, id love u guys to rate it so please do...thanks

Are you fuckin kiddin?
Damn you must be
That **** sounds a little rusty
Whats been going Charlie?
That scar of yours is from the man that date raped your ass
Litterally
What the **** is an Afghanistan Roullete?
Man sounds like something off of rhymezone I used to use when I used to wet
Myself
But your lyrics you write are bad for your health
But Im gonna leave this **** alone
I start out on stage with tons of cologne
When I leave the stage Im in the zone I can bet
Make you go back to the bathroom after the battle to wipe of the sweat
Cause your face is full of spit, its wet
Its mine
Now go home study my lyrics and wepp

lol you cant be serious you = wackest MC on this site. but nice try...i only asked for a quick rating of my verse then i would feel happy to battle you. but im just going to quote one of your lyrics and thats why i will not battle you...

"What the **** is an Afghanistan Roullete?
Man sounds like something off of rhymezone I used to use when I used to wet
Myself"

lool wtf it makes no sense bro

I hate how people like him say hes a good mc
Really hes good at getting hiv
This kid will try to out wit me
ill just throw him in a pit
have him listen to my hits
they are the greatest youll ever hear
it will take you a year
just to think of one word to possaley to beat
(spiting really fast)
now ima bash on u
give u a gash or two
u ******* prick cant stand me dude
im the best here i call u all out
give me a shout
i bet i can beat u all in just 10 lines
i kill u all when i have the mic
if u beat me ill leave u now
never come back to this site

Okay BRO, you obviously used rhymezone because your a little 6 year old kid on here and you still piss your pants, in other words, yeah I used to use rhymezone you figure out rhymes that was when I used to piss my self. You obviously still piss yourself though.

No one is gonna rate your rap, you just started beef little faggot

"Charlie"

This is song is dedicated to charlie
He has the force, I have the bite, sorry
Little bitch thinkin he can get fans
Your **** is weak
Im white and your dumbass is dark meat
************ think he can rap
The **** you say is wack, kind of **** that will make me attack
Lets here you lay down a verse
**** that you'll just make it worse
I throw a frisbee in the blizard?
Catch it with my teeth
What is he? Hes a wizard
But you better count your blessins Charlie
Shove you head in a blender, swirl you around til you die
Again Im sorry
But I got so many people that have my back
The 16 bars you wright are slow and wack
Bettter go back
To the lab, with your ego and a lunch sack
Rewrite rhymes but you couldnt even lay a track
Just fall the **** back with your lunch and blow your brains in the chair
What you complaing about?
Your not the one cleaning out the bloodstains in your hair
Quit bitchin about **** cuz I swear
One little peep outta mouth
You better prepare to die
Cuz I provide just enough spark to wear and tear
After Im done with you I'll be so up I'll be stuck in mid air
Menace and Bambino what a disfuncional pair

(to let you know charlie, Menace is my alter ego)
Now put the **** up or shut the **** up!

Read your lyrics and “wepp”? That **** is upsetting
More depressing than a chick crying over her lipstick and dresses
You’re a bit thick and it’s evident
Sick with indigestion
The intestines are giving in to the inflicting from this legend
Watch me stick him with weapons that tear slits through his flesh
Liquidate his inner skin and extinguish his cells
If my writtens don’t kill him, then watch my spitting suppress him
He’s covered with saliva, and it stinks to the heavens
With those eight bars alone, your career is over at best
The only time you’re “in the zone” is when Sonic jumps over your head
I’m “Restless” like my man Xzibit
My disorder is acathisic
My rap career has a systematic business
I achieve perfect results as far as maths statistics
I was praised by teachers as academically gifted
You’re spastically twisted, manically shifted
I defeated newslimshadey, now you’re the next fag on the hitlist
Proved yourself to be the top man on the shitlist
How can I amicably spit this
But still manage to maintain my status as an incredibly sick kid?
I’m impeccably wicked
Alright, you know what? I’m just being too cynical with it
So I’m just gonna mellow down and stick to my fixtures
Cocaine and weed is a mortiferous mixture
I’m high like Malaysia’s Millennium building
Hyperactive like a playground full of secondary children
You got the front to play with the legendary veterans
Charliesforce, professor and Tic Tac Nic are my best friends
So thanks for giving me the leverage, simpleton
Hip-hop is my Heaven, so rot in Hell where the Devil is

I thought we settled the score
But I guess you kept coming back like a whore
Dont make drag your dumbass back to Asia across the floor
Yea I went there
Little chink, you battle me
I'll have you seeing a shrink
You'll never get over the loss
Just think of it, you losing to white rapper
Cuz I'll eat the candy and the w(r)apper
Wack **** like yours
Get that fiixed along with your genital sores
I'll have your crying through your eyes, ears and pores
You shoula never came back
Im glad you did though so I can eat you up like a snack
Little pack rat, eating **** off the side of the road the Charlie
And I know you aint as smart as me so go smoke another tree
I'd like to see your asia ass beat me and D'9
We're the canines, your the felines
We'll eat you up for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Dont say **** about the devil cuz Im the sinner
But there's nobody who is finner
Im the winner, Xzibit is the ballsack
Im the nuts, little faggot
Slim Shady is where its at
Charlieforce, proffesor and Illustraight
MArshall will roast little faggots like that
Yeah Im talkin but you and your BFF's
Give me your number and adress
Your the one complaing over lipstick and your fuckin pink dress

I wear a pink dress and lipstick to get you confused
‘Cause you’re nothing but a homo, sexually fused
You have your wires crossed like crossdressers would do
Nobody personifies a faggot better than you
You call me a “chink”, after I told you I was South Asian
Hmmmm .... methinks you’re a million miles away, son
I thought I made THAT clear – how much attention are you paying, hon?
Bless your poor little brain; guess you can afford to pay none!
How are you going to make me cry through my ear?
Stick a drawing pin inside it until the cartilage sears?
**** up the eardrum and cause an auditory tear?
Puncture the membranes and leave the cochlea smeared?
Yeah, I got genital sores and they burn when I urinate
Allow me to purify you; being pissed on is your only grace
I’m a little darn rat, all my bitches blast gats
Get half of your crew palm-smacked, and half your critters laughed at
Ha ha, hysterical laugh! Look at Bambino!
Named yourself after a cat, bony like a sphynx, yo!
‘Cause you’re nothing but a pussy
So here, kitty kitty – does the brother want a cookie?
Does Bambino want to spin a yarn ball?
(Bambino: Let me stroke your hair!) Get off my frickin’ balls, whore!
You’re the biggest joke I ever beat
So excuse me while I go and “smoke another tree”!

Didn't you hear the mixmaster was dead,
They just took the face and plastered it to my head.
i'm still the master, i've just been knighted.
And when it comes to sex, I 9 to 5 it.
If you start to call me shady,
I will get a little crazy.
and you know i hit my lady,
When she says I'm ready baby.
That's my cue so I hop in the sheets.
and when it comes to this, nobody can beat.
This white boy right here, i'm the winner.
I went to Las Vegas and got 95 dinners.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner.
Winner winner winner winner
Charlie sheen winner
I don't pop pills, well maybe da X,
Cuz i like black girls and i'm addicted to sex.
Nigga to backfield, i cause dem grief.
Pussy lickaz, dick suckaz on they knees.
I'm pro at sex, i learned by myself.
And when i'm done, I put dem panties on the shelf.
And she gets my name right in her tramp stamp
Right abover her ass an i hit that.
Ever since i was born, i've always won.
So give up now, this **** is done.
You're never gonna win man, why do you try?
You remind me of a woman, listen to you cry.
I'm the greatest on earth man, why you wasting my time.
you may as well turn around and listen to my chime.

You may have noticed i've been refering to myself as Sirshake and not laying battle verses. That's cuz D9 is my battle name, and I've been posting my real music. Head to Youtube and look up Sirshake911. Thanks to all who do it, and give me feedback on here and there if you like it.

I could start off with a fag joke but I'll do that later 
cuz right now imma cut u up like a cheese grater 
cuz I'm a word slayer u just a hater 
thinking the white boy can't rap 
this ain't even my best **** dawg this is freestyle crap 
always thinkin ahead in my mind settin the next trap 
So when u rhyme I'm ready to attack 
Now back to that fag joke u take it in the back 
Cuz nobody would dare to look at ur front 
We all puke at the sight of ur dick/**** 
U a 50 year old virgin with disappearing hair 
Stolen verses and bitches that ain't even there
U a Christian bitch sitting at home reciting a prayer
Like a wedding cake son I'm on the top layer
Right next to the bride and groom 
That makes me the best man Aka best rapper it's time to meet ur doom 
U and ur wannabe rapper boyfriend should go get a room
How do u come up with these great verses it's like a gift from the church!! 
Just kidding the only person rappin on ur profile is google search
Hate me if u will man I only speak the truth
But be warned I got more connections than a phone booth
In other words I got a my crew all ready they on speed dial
The most badass thing u ever done is skip a speeding ticket trial
My rhymes may not be the best but at least they ain't stolen 
Like a bee sting ur reputaitions been swollen 
My presence helps rap like fiber helps a Colen
If u want to beat me u better pay me so pay up! 
Cuz I'm shootin 3 pointers while you can't even layup
Just stay up till the end of the night 
Cuz I'll rhyme anytime with or without light    

 
 
   
  

Have ya lost ya damn mind? Pickin' on an up and comin' star?
Sittin' back happy and fat, who the **** you think you are?
The art is bout the lyrical disputes
that this hot kracka distributes.
Contribute to the rhyme form,
you rhyme like a new born.
Like a half assed unicorn
Got no point, but half a horn.
but its gon' be okay baby.
One day smugla will have a girlfriend to be his old lady.
And maybe, he can quit his job at Old Navy.
You think you so good, go ahead be a teacher, enlighten me
And most likely, he won't have the heat to be comin and fighten me.
Intimidating, nah but your wackness is scary, that can frighten me
I'ma hang this beef up on my back now I dare you to be comin' and biten me.

Bleeding sacrifice, for the verbally defenseless in the game.
Might've forgotten why you're in this but you will remember my name.
She didn't need a savior, but I saved her all the same.
Sit ya sorry ass down or I'll kick ya back from where you came.
Heated up, this man's words got me sizzlin' under this flame.
Step up to the D Man to get beat down and verbally maimed.

I smack a nigga so fast,
He'll do a revolution and think he from da past
Outlast these niggaz, Coz I'm a survivor emcee
Work hard at dis past time, Till my fingaz start to freeze
Take a rest, And come back when I'm better at ease
And make these rappers clown mascots, For Mickey Deez
I've got my battle engine turned on, With my brain of keys
Where's da orthodontist, Coz dis nigga's lost his teeth
My punchline caused your jaw, To be parallel to bumpy streets
And if you stubborn, And really chooz not to retreat
You gotta understand, someone's gotta Rest In Peace!
I've got my spade, And you're already lookin' kinda deceased,
You bring da new meanin' to underground, YOU BEAST!
Your face, Is da typical african picture overseas
I haven't started mockin' you, So DAWG rest in your crease
Don't step up to me, Coz i'll illuminate you including your funky fleas!

I'm gonna be posting alot, i'm on a good system at the moment.


Other rappers tend to sing too slow worded,
but my words be flipped, turned, and introverted.
Turnin' people to sinners like they've been converted.
Spittin' blasphemy as random chants get blurted.
See, these lyrics writ in pen tend to be influential.
This flow I got will pour out on you torrential.
I'm not a fool. I act cool, so hence you'll,
run and buy my CD, 'cause it's essential.
I flip the script. You get ripped, and you run in circles.
Talkin' **** to other rappers is why people merc fools.
I'm just a rhymer, new-timer, but I tend to work tools,
like you. Go back to school, or we gon' duel.
Battle rap. You're jaws flap, but all you spit is crap.
So, take a nap, cut the crap, or we gon' scrap.
I'll grab a strap, start to clap, leave yo' brains in yo' lap.
I'm just a man with a plan to spread across the lands.
Run while you can. Understand, that I am not yo' fan.
You suffer from confusion, dissillusion, from a brain contusion.
Pardon my intrusion on inclusion of your thought delusion.
I'm your execution. The best solution, to get my retribution.
Complete absolution, restitution from this prosecution.
And it's absurd how things get blurred after they're uttered,
but I'm undeterred, never slurred, and will be heard word for word.
This lyric speed you can't exceed. So, you might as well concede.
I'm a rare breed, indeed, and I'm here to succeed.
If you proceed, you're guaranteed to get smoked like rolled weed.
I'll have the need to feed 'til you'll have to recede.
My thought process plays like chess while yours is a mess.
I guess I'm not here to impress, but I'm here to address,
your lack of progress in success so you have to suprress
your stress and distress on these thoughts I express.
Now, I'm gon' close this up, but I'll say one more thing.
If you can't rap, then don't rap. If you can't sing, then don't sing.

http://able2know.org/topic/173320-1 Check out dis topic holmies. It's another rap battle forum.

bro why dont you shut the **** up about i use rhymezone ive been on this forum for years and im a ******* talented rapper i dont need to use rhymezone, im 16 years old and im ******* better than you hahaha , me illustraight and proff have been here longger than you faggot and we are the best on this site by a mile. you guys are still learning the trade i respect that but this a a friendly forum for people to learn and help eachother so dont ever ******* disrespect me like that again you ******* bitch...about i use rhymezone, get the **** out of here. i rap every day so its natural to rhyme for me.I ******* hope you apoligize to regain the friendly atmosphere so we can move on otherwise ill refuse to battle you until you can respect my skill ive taught myself. jesus

**** it ima batttle you and rip you to pieces and like we used to do it, we will get a rating from judges on this site.

i may aswell let you ******* know the last guy who attempted to battle me and get personal on here has not returned since after i wiped the floor with him and illustraight, mic holder, proff and others all rated out battle. dont run before you can walk ************ i respect your learning but you should respect yhe fact ive taught myself so much in only 3 years, im ******* 16. but fine u wanna battle heere we go...

Prick ......
"I throw a frisbee in the blizard?
Catch it with my teeth
What is he? Hes a wizard"
"what a disfuncional pair"

and stop biting Eminem you fag i know every eminem song and i know you stole these from him, now that is worse than rhymezone you ******* idiot lol