Neverending Rap Battle

He called you out!!!
take him!

I am havin' quite a bit of fun actually
Shout out to the guy... who thinks I'm trippin' haha

Well your swinging the uzi around
Shooting at no one, an isolated room
I come in and sweep you like a broom
Leave a bomb on yer chest, just wait for the boom
BOOM! Heartless now, a hallow ass chest
I just killed your soulless heart, call me cardiac arrest
Re-re stands for retard you ******* retard
Now let my flow run over you like cars on the boulevard
Those last rhymes, please don't disregard
I'm a rap you up with multi-syllables, call me leotard
My flow is like a river, I call it a current
It's gana bomb you like the army, flow like a turret
Your gana need medical help, say its emergent
Its like my verses owe you money like Bill Gates reimbursement
You spat a loogi on my Tampa Bay
So I sting you with my flow, Tampa Bay sting ray
Like irony to my name I'ma claw you like a puma
Let me give you one last bomb, the one comin' out my lyrical bazooka!

BOOM......

How would you know im emotional, you can only tell someones emotion thoroughly by their physical appearance, and how about you rhyme for once, make use of your time on here. Please your a fool, you have proved nothing neither converted me to listen to your teachings, and no i will not watch that video. how about you go watch some rap videos? infact tell me why the **** your on this site, are you such a loser you go on rap forums talking nonsense, tell me why you are here..something of any importance. and we will have a vote if we want you here.

Btw i have watched the first 10 seconds of that video and i feel your insulting my intelligence insisting i watch a video of a women trying to rap, she has not one multi. please if you want to try insult me then do it like a man and we can arrange to resolve our issue face to face.

Are you having fun? Quit be cocky, smart ass.

I can guarentee I have every rapper on this forum on my side
You can't rap, Im sorry, please don't cry
Multi-syllables? Your rhyming the most predictable ****
Now newbie, let me make this clear
Im gonna eat you up like a chicken buiscut
I'll put this bullet directly in your chest, electrodeposit
I spit with intesity
This is the third time I've killed you
You'd swear there's some kind of duplicity
Cause I make a hot day cold
Then leave you out to dry and mold
You have a problem my friend
Thinkin you can just come here and talk smack
Hope you packed a snack pack cause I pack a punch
I drive the ship bitch, Cap'n Crunch
Don't **** with the man
I hope Robin brought Batman
Cause you ain't beatin me by yourself
You damn right bitch you are trippin
Trippin over your broom
Im drivin down your boulevard, zoom-zoom
You feelin me yet bitch?
I ain't playin anymore
You're about as cheap as General Dollar
Cut that
You're about as intimidating as a milk mustache on a little toddler

ill admit that was good like a rap battle should
but look in up dope rapper in the dictionary
and there you will see a picture of me
dont bring eminem into this
thats like a throw punch miss
and that fat dike i banged was your mom
she was ganged by me and my crew so **** your mom your
face is pile of **** poo
and 100 dollas i hav 50 cents for the bitches you had
and to tell you the truth there crippled as face was kinda sad
and wheres your girl? oh yeah in MY bed
my dick is bigger than yours at least thats what she said
fo shizzle? thats the 80 s this is the 2011 bitch
so you better fix that big ass rap glitch
i asked my girl what you guys did this morning
she said watched you get screwed in the ass by a lady man
was it a big mexican? i bet he was tan
so when you get some good lyrics punk
hit me up ill be in the gym makin ah slam dunk

Someone isn't that welcoming
Thinkin' I'm new yet I'm gana show em how its done
Big words ain't everything, callin' me a smart ass...
Phhfff... Here we go,

You think I'm new, but your old news
You rappin' like a baby, what are you Blues Clues?
Big words ain't **** there just for show
I'm cold, I'll change your weather to snow
Now here's an old line you won't forget
Don't bring a knife to a gun fight or I'll pass you like Bret
Its like I'm droppin' sledge hammers on a pest
Get out my line of fire with your weak ass vest
I'll lay you out like birds with eggs to a nest
Drop each one on the concrete like I splattered your brains
My flow is like my jump shot, "I make it rain"
My verses rap you up in solid metal chains
Your gettin' on my dick, your like my boxers from Hanes
My flow was on the boulevard, it made you switch lanes
Then ran you over with my verses, like bullet train
I'm unstoppable, you think "I" can be beat?
I'll change some weathers on yer ass, flurries, fire, hail, and sleet
I'ma finish you like a video game, don't need cheat sheets
It's time for me to slice your **** up, Assassins Creed

So you thought she was trying to be a rapper? I thought that she was being artistic!

To Kill A Mockingbird Freestyle

To kill a mockingbird,
Erase these idiotic slurs
‘Cause this mockery of hip-hop is on the verge of becoming little more than blurs
And it’s getting on my nerves
What is the most cheapest song I’ve heard?
“Whip My Hair” sung by a seven-year-old kindergarten girl
Models giving it Gaga twirls
Until their kneecaps dismantle and their little arses hurt
These artists are mockingbirds in a more true sense of the word
Once the bass starts, something dismal occurs
Breakdancers shaking their dinky arms at birds
More insanely than Eminem spits the harshest words
“Tonight’s Gonna Be A Good Night” .... until they all disperse
Like dissatisfied customers at a restaurant in Johannesburg
So kill all these mockingbirds, kill off all these jerks
Hit them all with words
Flip them with a script which you’ve just written
For God’s sake, when will they all learn?
Sentence them all, condemn them, let them all burn!

Basketball, Swagg, and Life

People can't compare with what I do
My life is like a glue bottle always stickin' to rules
My swagg, never got's to do with the jewels
It be pumpin' your ego, never turnin' you down
Basketball, where I wear the crown
I'm the king of this ****, look how cocky I am now
My life is like a splendid vacation
Nobody puttin' me down, never needin' invitations
I do whatever I want, and for that
I got to pay the price with mistakes that make
I gota clean up, like leaves that be needin' a rake
For gods sake, how much effort should it take
To make one boy happy, and make his family clapping
I'll tell you what, the only reason I'm rapping
Is cause the time is flying by, nothin' really catches my eyes
My swagg, its like the key to the game
Intimidation, for people tryin' to call you a name
I would merk there cocky ass back to the streets
Blood marks comin' from there tooth to the cheek
Now if its the J's that you seek, I got nothin' that reek's
Just hit my home boy's or down the street to Melek's
Basketball, its my only way out of this place
If you tell me your better then your such a disgrace
Come on boys, come and say it to my grill
My hesitations will freeze you, got you standin' still
Pop the shot right in yer eye
Water splashin' out, from the net to the sky
So "fly guy", still thinkin' your better then "I"
**** the out my face dawg, I didn't even try

what's the difference? say, are you gonna rap, or what?

Show me how its done? hahahahahahahahha.
That was funny, I literally laughed

My "weak ass vest" will block anything
Bullets, knives, sledge hammers
You and your ego can block nothing
Matter of fact I'm cutting into your ego right now
Im slicing through thick matter, this is gonna sting
Go ahead little baby wine
I'll shove my fist through your chest, I'll grab your spine
I givin you a sign, leave
And I know you can be beat
You know why?
Im the hunter you're the puma
I'll just take my gun blow your brains out, just to hear you cry
Little bitch, you think Im kiddin?
What am I tellin jokes, stickin my tongue out at you
Am I here to please you? Get outta here
Cause the only joke that this rap is dealing with is you
You and only you, get it? Nah don't think you will
This rap will make your rap career roll downhill
I got the "Purple Pills" the "Bagpipes from Baghdad"
I got the mass appeal, the **** that'll make your head spin
This **** is the exorcism affect, demons, evil spirits, its a ghost town
This is the affect that makes you head spin around
**** your rhymes they dont mean ****
They could never compare to the **** I write down
If I'm Blues Clues, you're "Steve" that's right you're gay
This forum, my laws and man... you better obey!

Just out of intrigue, are you a boy or a girl?

Boy, I don't really see how that matters though o.o

Yeah bro, you are tellin' a lot of jokes
You makin' me laugh to.

Your weak ass vest couldn't block my punch
I'ma eat you up like the last thing I packed for lunch
Your a little snack kid, I'll munch and crunch you
I'ma tell you why you can't block my ****, weak ass ****
Bullets, there my flow, they will leave holes in yer career
Hit you right in the head when your rappin' on the steerin' wheel
You skid across the street, you girl, you yelled out a squeal
Take a bullet to the head or to your pussy? Deal or No Deal?
My verses are like daggers stabbin' around the arteries
A slow and painful death, your vision is fainting, its going starry
Slice at yer thin ass vest, then yer head
Look its a fountain of blood spewin' out of yer neck
Shot through and sliced up past yer vest, *check*, *check*
Now I take the hammer slam you down like a sumo
Then slam you off the earth, your ass frozen up in Pluto
Then play your **** like its whack a mole
I stop and send prickled poles with steel tip points down each hole
Last hole and its about to turn into a bloody mess
Its like Hancock too that train makin' it more of a wreck
Shot your ass down, stabbed the **** out of you, and slammed your ass out
*Check* *Check* *Check*

Okay first of all don't disrespect Illustraight.
Second of all, am I making you laugh TOO?

I can tell you rushed that last rap
Seriously bro, what the **** was that?
And you can keep rappin about killin me and ****
You think I care man
You're like a kid rollin on the ground havin a fit
Come on man, give up, forfeight, chicken ****
Know one will ever give you credit
I mean seriously man, you wouldn't even score non profit
Yeah you shot me down, you think Im dead, Im not
I keep comin back
Either **** or get off the pot
The bloody mess is your period drippin
Man are you sure you're a guy
I mean seriously your fuckin nippin
You keep givin me a play by play on how you're gonna kill me
My **** though its hot, please turn on the AC
I sting rappers cause Im the killer bee
I'll battle you here, a corridor, or an alley
Wouldn't matter where I'll kill you anyway
I'll stab you with my Emsee banshee
I kill these Emsee's everyday, my way
The best way I know how, duke
Go back and **** up the guy who writes songs for you
Because I know you don't write you're own
So right now, leave me alone
I'll leave now while I can and leave your head blown!

Wowowowowoooooooo
How in the hell did I disrespect him?
And who the **** are you to tell me not to do something
Matter of fact, who the **** are you sayin' "I rushed"
If I rush, it's because I ain't got time for your pussy ****.

Why would I forfeit if I'm beatin' your ass
Straight slammed you into the table glass
What is this about some chicken' ****?
Are you scarred little pussy, did I hurt you a bit?
Why do I need credit if I'm rapping against you?
Your **** ain't flexible, no where near bamboo
The bloody mess was your rhymes that where killed
I ran holes up in your ****, I screwed em' down, drilled
I put your flow on a furnace, no they weren't grilled
They got fried up and ate, I think they where ****-filled
Now look here little girl, the time here is tickin'
Lets see how long it takes you to make a sandwich in my kitchen
Bro, how many jokes are you pitchin'?
I evaporate your rhymes, now there drinks I be sippin'
You think I disrespected him? Yo, you must be trippin'
Telling me what to do? Now you've gone to far
Time to play a little harder, bought to pluck you like guitars
Who's writing songs for me? I'm killin' you off the dome
I'll keep spinning you around like my 24' chromes
Now look you can't beat the god MC, me
I make your rap game timber like a sawed down tree
Leave you alone? Do you need privacy to cry?
Cause after this rap, I'll leave your head sliced, call me a samurai!

You keep saying you're beating me? Get the **** out. Im not even gonna use my punclines on you. You need to earn respect and you just rhyme single syllable **** like:
ass, glass
****, bit
killed, drilled, grilled, filled
You get my point. At times its good to rhyme like that but after a while its so fuckin predictable! Do you listen to rap? Have you ever been to a rap battle? They don't rhyme every single line. Eminem for example rhymes single syllable words about 3 or 4 times through a 5 minute song because he has seen rappers rhyme every line and they aren't good rappers. Just sayin' I ain't even gonna bother with you for the fact that every line is predictable. But I will smother your ass in a little while and that'll be the NAIL IN YOUR COFFIN, bitch!

EMINEM FOR THE WIN!!!!!

rap, that, ****, fit, ****...again, not, pot, me, AC, bee, alley....etc. You shouldn't be the one talking. You rarley use pun's and you use curse words to make your rhymes sound hard. Askin' me if "I" ever been to a rap battle???? I should have asked you the first time you typed something on this forum, and trust me your not going to beat me. In my opinion, yes I'm winning. I'm not gana say by how much, but I am bustin' yer ass so shut the **** up, quit complaining, and keep rapping bitch. Jay-Z < Eminem btw

Like I said before and that previous comment EVERY once in a while its good. My brother is a Rap Battle Host and I have been to a rap battle. And I will keep rapping and its gonna final out to a whole song and you can reply all you want. But the thing is faggot I've been on this forum before you and you aren't even close to touching me. My fuckin brother is Sonny Bamboo bitch, you ever heard of him? Look him up on Google on Twitter on Facebook, look him up.