Neverending Rap Battle

5 Star Freestyle

I'm like a old lady screamin' out the words "I'm Slim Shady"!
Pissin' everyone off to get a reaction, it's my fashion of rap
Don't like it? Get the **** off my back
I'm like a Brave sittin' still at night, fightin' a little mexican to get my deprive
High five the senator, **** on the mayor, blow up the senate house and piss on it later
I'm crazy as hell, born in hell, satans child sizzlin' from the coals
Burnin' homes, steppin' on your toes, bitin' both of your ear lobes
I'm like a maggot bein' borned you've been warned
I'm sick enough to stick a dead baby in a socket full of beans and rotten corn
Makes no sence but guess what I fuckin' know
So go, get up, make a free lunch, sandwhich with some chips, can't pass that up
Put your dead body peices in the back of this truck
Drive away to the promise land, went too fast, hit a fork in the road and got stuck
We were out there for no more than 3 minutes decided to **** till my dick turned midget
Put the condom around my head and strangled a pussy
Beat him to the core so far down he was strugglin' to get of me
Bought me, a sharp knifed blade stabbed him in the head till the body got aged
I got aids from the pussy, my dick fell off and became a female
Transvestite part male, head so much freckles I could read brail
But **** this rhymin' schemes I'm done with the jokes
Crash my Huffy bike in the middle of the night and rip off the spokes
Shove it done your throat till you croak, soaked in blood, a rope around your head
Now your dead, forgive my sensless words, I know they hurt
But I'm back to the rap game, fuckin' it so hard till the bitch squirts!

The Warm up Freestyle

A smack, hack, and shank, call me Rachident Clank
Always 1st ranked, not a single E on my tank
U niggas jumpy, like u on dat crack or da guy from crank
If u niggas curious I'ma kill ya'll cats
Collectin' my rep like cheese to rats, ol' grammy to them nics and nacs
Stomp ya niggas down like a party on my doormat
Now I got da bat, u hear the crack
U sweatin' in yer hat like major leagues in there baseball caps
This is only a warm up, but I'm still a cold rapper
Ain't a happy camper when I wear yer ass down like clothes in da hamper
Crisp clean fist to the lip of yer clit
Subliminally a shower of skeet from both our heads to our feet
Didn't know u pussy niggas like to get beat
Got the illest flow, the realist blow, and I'm cuttin' niggas up like the grass I mow
U niggas high as the moon like u smokin' to much kush
Can't find ya flow no more like a needle in a bush
I'ma flex on these niggas, u can call me bamboo
Stand on u hoes like them islands, so I call ya Cancun
Couple of Benz, couple Ferrari's
Pull up in my swagg, flow fast as Bugatti's
U niggas little kids, u still call it the potty
When I was 6 year old, I was shootin' a shotty
My flow so hot like a fryin' pan
Flow gone steamin', straight up give ya a tan
Its only a warm up... I might of overran

Punch bitches in the face, isn't that the best thought?
then smash a desk on your head and call you a desktop.

I will leave you winded in a range rover breezy,
your like an egg, because your over easy.

bitches think they high, well i shot then they down.
they couldn't blow me away if i left my cock in your mouth.

Mmmmm... yeh... mount up, boys, uh-huh.
Saddle me up them ponies, g, them doggies.
Things are about to get a little Old School right here,
Yeh, Old WEST School, right.... Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeeeeeee-haaaaaaaa!

Cleetus, don't let 'em bolt
and pass me my colt
We be the cowboys in our leather fringed breeches
But we not riding horses nigger we riding bitches,
Gotta whip 'em and break 'em
Till there's no mistakin'
They can't be fakin', yeh you own that ****
And then we'll clean up and mosey down
Ho-sey down town with our ponies down
to Miss Taloolah's and smoke opiates!

You ever sin
With an injin?
I need me more
of them hot squaws.

Get yo' dosey-doe on, Cleetus, get movin' pardner
Get yo' hodown on, Cleetus, get yo' ho down harder
I got a sweet young mustang or an appaloosa
You get to choose her
But we gotta git before they close.
So git up, Cleetus, git up outta your cell and don't you make me git the hose.

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Verse 1 (Bambino)
Come on crack some coke to the cold curse verse of the sauciest man
I got a choked Chicken Little in the back of my van starrin' Zach Braff
With a vicadin in his hand, a canibalistic man stands five feet ten head to head
Eatin' fingers and toes before he lays in bed, like a clip from Motel Hell
A mind sorted out in a can, a Dead Man lookin' for help
A rapid firin' beast, realeased outta' his caged, to realease his rage, on a looseleaf blue lined page
Thinkin' I'm fake? Thinkin' I ain't? Thinkin' you're a fan?
I'm thinkin' about slittin' you're throat with the pen in my hand
An 18 wheeler with your body parts on every tire, I'm on fire, I got the lighter
You got the fluid my man? Just take a look at the **** that's been hit with the wick and burry it in the sand

Verse 2 (Whitmofosmugla)
I spit fire people call my saliva lighter fluid
And the mics a torch the flames leave other writers wounded
Leave them feelin stupid for trying to start **** with the master
A little diss turns into a disaster
I flirt with certain death
That's why my girl has serpent breath
I'm never leavein the curtain met it's match
I stash seven severed heads in seven feather beds
As I choke out seven more with my lepord bedspread
Now seven shepards are dead but i don't give a ****
I slash Asian heads open and call it a bannana split
Listen as the cannibal spits to the sound of bones snappin
As I start rappin to the sound of crowds clappin
I spit faster than cars from fast and furious
Nitrous oxide when i breath leaves scientists curious
I make crowds go wow call me David copperfield
I only stash benjamins so idk how copper feels


We just threw somethin' together

bin running for days , looking over the shoulder , its getting closer , I can feel it , trouble in the double helix , its breath on the neck , cant escape his shadow, running the human race , looking doom in the face booming the bass, can’t escape so he battles with his soul , slow as what they sold him takes over , the globe , an corporate take over’s , run rampant , medical facility’s, shut down, what the **** now , who got the bucks now ,
headin up town , from the underground , travellin the sewers , through gavils n manure , society of sobriety gone ,everyone get high in the streets , whole world be dry in a week ,
what happened I cant remember
what happened that September
why cant I remember ?
why cant I surrender
…..
What happened >?



homocide resides on the mind of a killer, living life's a lie , when u wanna die, n commit genocide, still the thoughts of the hourglass , smashed , picking up the jagged pieces , covered in maggots n leaches to cut your ass , don't care if im seen , put my seamon on the crime scene, screaming cum find me!!!

happy birthday ill's mine was on the 12th best wishes homie ....

Where've you been?

Known as Troy, But yall can call me Techneek,
And aint no drop dead niggas frontin on me
I want these faggots to know Troy wadn't meek.
So all you faggots that searching for beef,
Drop by my hood, I got what ya seek.
And i flow to the beat,
Cuz my flow cant be beat.
So all you dead beats, wanting trouble.
Drop by my place, I got what ya need
Tech'll bust ya up, like a water leak.
Got ya spittin blood, an swallow teeth.
And that be why faggots aint fuckin with me.

Hell yea, fastest white rapper ever been born,
Other faggot crackaz like leaves in a wind storm.
And I rip ****, that aint ever been torn.
And other bitches cheap, like fuckin home porn.

can any of you guys guess who I am? I used to be on here with another name.
HINT: Got out of rehab just a little bit back.

Tic Tac Nic

Nah it's D9 remember he said he got out of rehab?

Oh yeah

Tic tac nic is polished wherever he is

yo im back
had a releapse, but its okay
smokin weed everyday
you guys dont know **** about rap
prof down to witmofo, bambino if that
start **** with me, start **** with a beast
sandlot, hercules
i aint startin **** but...
bambino and whitmofo, featured song was fucked!

What... Was... That?

Yo, I just heard that Benzino is gonna' come back at Em in 2012. And Benzino claims his new mixtape "Caezer" is gonna' be better than Em and Royces Hell the Sequal. Zino said he's gonna' be better lyrically. This guy is like 50!

Weed... Should have guessed now I know why u sound as bad as lil Wayne

he hasn't been here in a while cuz he waz too high to remember the password

Got that right..

Probably smokin' ditch weed. Schizophrenia?