Neverending Rap Battle

ur **** aint digestable ,
shatter ya testicals with ethics yo ,
u should probally get tested hoe ,
prof the professional,
telling you to stop this is not a confessional , it’s hip hop , an a f’n flow
you’re a trash emcee garbage
, I smash emcee’s retarded ,
concussions
when I come bustin
,suns busting super nova’s an blackholes ,
you whack though u cum busting crack hoes
,maximum adrenaline ,
smack him wit sum benelyn
, im sick of you ,
give um a kick or two
, u can’t battle me ur own emotions conflict wit you ,
rip ya crew,
I bruce lee loose leaf u really want me to flip at you,
verbal gymnastic , herbal scholastics ,
hurdle yo ass biitch , well smoking purple getting blasted ,
u joking step in a circle of emcees you get ya ass kicked ,
ass ripped , plastic dildo’s made of c4 blasted , ur casket
with a strap on attached bitch , u wanna scrap wit, rap get, a fat lip
that’s a Fact
, grab ya flaws
,jabbajaw ,
an splatter ya,
ud never go to Compton
im constantly chompin on consonance
with no conscience in any continent
stompin nonsense with common sense is prominent
as my hard on for this an ur incompetents



one down one to go good verse though ur learning multi's effectively

u don't walk the talk , you walk the street ,
looking for cock to eat , dont talk to me ,
get knocked to the chalk with my reebok sneaks ,
a demo of how u get raped like pac beats
an every other fake that grab a mic n talk street
spar wit pro fighters , drop bars flow cyphers
u wanna talk like you dropped in rikers ,
nooone u'll like ya , prof the shogun flow tighter
then ur ass ASSHOLE
leave ya flesh cold , last day on death row , methyl meth flo ethyl's
echo's of ethic's forget those jekyll's gone
you'd better hyde
before he grow capitalistic
wit those rap ballistic's
n stack the chips thick enterprise enter the skies ,
relax sit back emperor's arrived
fact ur shits whack is that temper in ur eyes
ima murder this verbalist invert ya wit a purple nurple twist ,
over a shark tank as ya nervousness surfaces
now you have a bloody chance of makin n impact......

stroke victim...just a vegetable
bulimic flow...I don' t digest it slow,
bring my mic low...like syndrome
That snake inside me said the the kid grown
You couldn't blow up on a FREE if ya lid blown
You couldn't freestyle madness in march with the number one bid showin'!
but listen, I'm just dissin'...
pissin'.... away these days and hours!
spraying an array of power that decays and devours!

I'll throw a bone at a urgent date because it's sickening when I regurgitate your whole dome state
Believe me...that BITCH turd couldn't wait..
The itch hurt...I had to go!
I grind on Rhine when my spine dis then re align...it's fate ya know!
So sly with that devil flow, high rebel so that treble low!

My ass tight I don't even ****, my bass right it don't' even hit!
Even in the confessional I ain't confessing it
Really...who you think you messing with?
Just another guessing kid?
Trying to press the diss? Thats wack son!
I'd put you in a dress, give you a kiss, and **** you with a strap on
If I wanted you to cum hard!!!... c'mon!
you just a bum tard,
what do you want? the least amount of bump award?!?
I'll hump a whore with a mic and chord
Till I can't flip switches and my thumb get sore
Your bitches Dumbledore..Stumble to ya door...and mumble I need sum more!
I ain't got my fix yet...cuz I Never gave you that quick step, clever how my feet swept, rob and leave ya bankrupt with ya cheap rep..got you crawling out the deep debt!

Yo I'm incompetent, the bomb is sent, pitch ya mom a tent, bitch is on ma rent, that means every month I'm saving a load so she can swallow it!

that ain't even half a rhyme thats assanine
just cause ur **** talkin u think ur Ass can rhyme Pass the nine
so i can blast his spine this basterd's liein ,tryin to battle a mastermind
u just regurgate , everything ya heard me say , oh there goes ur vertabrae
spillin free's an killin these artillery soldiers , enroll u to load the cannon
of an exploding handgun , n take ur shot at me ,leave a hole where ur standin
im a hungry emcee still starvin ,
a cartman eating marvin well u bulimic rappers famine
wtf you mumble for ? mr dumble dork
YOU HEAR ME !!! aint that what ya Dumbo's for
listen ima leave your intelligents with the elaphants
brains layin on the jungle for
accurate with the immaculate ,attack a scripts ,
jack the rips , leave it cleaved n hacked ta bits , crack ya ribs,
turn ur eyes around n black the lids , use u as sacralege , n smack the kid
for the hip hop Gods
thats legit
,u have a short chance of ever making it big even as a fat midget

forever sending this never ending letter pending...
Here's a clever message: Kill a terrorist! We are where America is!

I'll Terra Nova this site, bend her ova and bite
My sex list, on some T Rex ****
My precious got me feeling like I'm Lord of the Ring
I'll never stop rhyming, because I'm never Bored of the THING
Snap, Crackle, and Pop, it's just the Word that you Sing
You never set on the thrown, I don't think you Heard of the King
Your dumb ass is getting copped like the Turd of the Sting
I binge urgent when my detergent ain't clean
I've already splurged, you nerds can't see what I mean?
I got your rhymes Clorox'd...You bout to hit the ground like the Floor Boxed
I know ya girl a whore because I'm in her and she screaming for More Cox
She's looking for that expansion pack, but this ain't digital cable!
Got that rancid sack, under ya'll table!
My ****'s Redonkulous! You couldn't get a Peep out a bitch if you honked at puss!
You sure you wanna take a hit of thus?
Is it really that bong you trust?
****'s humongous, and it smells like there a fungus among us~!

LOL PEACE

I can spit half a rhym

why we gotta judge , got such a grudge , that we poppin slugs , dropping bugs , n poppin drugs ....overdose , is life over NO , how many live life sober ? dope ,n booze ,
covering up there hope n blues , living as drones walking tombstones under headphones copen , broken ,
how we suppose to head home
when its blown up
how these children gonna be fillin these buildings
n act like grown ups
if we kill them ....rather gather real friends n spill pens
then anymore blood on streets
concrete athlete no mud on the cleets
cunning speach n stunnin sneaks runnin the streets
with a passion, tired of passin homies blastin glass n a chrome piece
known microphone speach long as the stones on the streets
when will it have known peace
treat each other with respect
see through each others eyes an reflect
theres a few willing to make a difference ,
theres a few killing n rape indifference
theres a few killing there will can't even fake indifference
fight for what we believe
but first can't we write an read
Life life an be free
be tree an grow
or humanbeings with souls



we can make a change
we can make a difference
take ya brain n pack it with ammunition
so when you shoot your mouth off
people actually listen --x2

All I need is half a rhyme, If you wanted beef, then my calf a dime!
I thought you brought that reefin rhyme, but you just pussy foot around the clock like it's queefin' time.
I'm cheech in prime
The speak that climb
Defeating me is like a freak that's blind!
It's funny..and you'll never see it!
You dummy, I'm dumbo
got that dumb flow
Ask mummy
I pump that ass slow!
What you puff grass fo? Just to waste gas on the lawn mo?
I'm Hardco' like I got something to Pawn foo!
I **** clean bitches that do dishes with Dawn
The stitches is gone, only scars left on his cheek an arm
Hardly awake I Yawn..but I still speak wilder than a farm!
Hold on..wait damn bra! I'm mistaken...this isn't beef..your from Canada..It's Bacon

Dumbfounded Original Freestyle (Bambi Twist)

Yo, yo
Heres what happened
I tried smokin' cat nip in the kitchen
My dad walked in, I stared at him poppin' Hallucionagins
To get my mind off things
I tried runnin' out the window and tripped on my play bowling pins
It striked me, I tried to get up but then my dad stopped me
Hit me in the mouth and I stopped usin'
Hours later I was drinkin' boose again, in the kitchen
Then I tried pissin', I stopped cause it came out red
"It's supposed to yellow, dad, what the hell's happenin'?"
"Well I can tell your back on them pills, tryin' to get passed without me knowin' this?"
"I told you dad, I was gettin' off but a bottle of gin came flyin' at my head from across the room"
Right then and there I fuckin' knew I was doomed but I tried to chug that **** but then I puked
All over the room, like I said, I tried to pee but it came out red
I have a problem, that I need to admit
Poppin' perkaset, soon or later I know I'll end up dead
Washin' that **** down with OJ and gin
That's why I go to church to try and realease my sins
But it's been six months since I went last
Relapse pretty fast and now I fuckin' can't get back
Damn it sucks to be addicted to Slim Fast, almosted ODed the other night on watchin' Kim Kardashian's ass
Not to sound like trash but I put the bag in the can and shut that **** real fast

[Hook]
I always new I was a freak
Dumbfouned at the least
Sippin' on a can of DP and Morgan
And now I can't get off (get off) x2

You know when your a wreck if you have a nack for eatin' shrooms
When the room fills up and sorrounds you with Tigers and Looms
I get a rush from just seein' that ****, got nothin' else to do on my weekdays
And when my weekdays are down it's time for the WEEKend
Pretend it is the week again
I bumped into a guy at the Mall (bumpin' noise)
"I'm sorry but I can't find my friend, you know where he is?"
The old bastard hit me in the head with his fist
Then kicked me in the nuts and sat there and lauged
Gathered all his old fart buddies and now I was sorrouned
Then I pouned every last one of them fuckers
Till I was found(ed)
I was high on shrooms
The cops took me to the slammer
I was staggerin' all over the like Merl Hagger
Then I called a cop a faggot
Grabbed his taze gun and fuckin' tazed him
Ran away from that faggot un-cuffed, that day
Tripped over a sign that was only a few feet away
Got back and fell right back down
Couldn't feel my foot and my face turd brown
Puked up all the shrooms from earlier in the day
Then tried to find my way back home and kept fallin' down
Walked into my Ex-Girlfriends house with half my ass hangin' out
"I thought we broke up, Alora"
"We did dumbass, your the one who showed up"
"Shut up slut and get outta' my house before I smack you up"
Got shot five times by her dad
Died that day and came back for revenge
But I couldn't I was to overdosed on **** that I shouldn't

Hook x4

(Just so you know, I don't do drugs, clean as a babies ass)

Yo, I need some help on that freestyle I wrote. Should I put that on my mixtape or is it too much like an MMLP or SSLP to even be on one?

I write freestyles, I don't usually record um'

What if that baby was born in a dumpster?

if its written its not freestyle , hint hint


come to freestylemadness alot of other people have bin able to make accounts

thats real freestyle of the top of the dome

nothing worse then when a rapper call's a written a freestyle , its not u wrote it ...

Then I'd be screwed.

Okay I will, once I get my other computer running.

ok..... ima make a freestyle
cuz i didnt make one in a while

IM DOIN ME

im like bombscare,had a relapse
im back to be calm,gotta relax
before i end up like a twin tower,gonna collapse
but in the airplanes im well strapped.poppin caps
makin gaps,in peopls lives while eatin snacks
kill with a sniper,i got them bullets in packs
im coming with more abilty
but now i have a bit more of hostility
gonna show my veriety,of killin people as an anxiety
kill yo ass,rip you open like a shark
you gonna embark, of what i sed to the heart
im highly smart,not bullshit tony stark
kill people n leavin them ded call it suasage fest
the bullets i invest,to put you to rest,aint really no test
you runnin for your life,hope you aint asmatic
givin you mental illnesses in a panic,call it schizorphranic
lookin real distort,you just failed a progress report
of me kickin your ass in school and on the court
i make it a sport,make it deeper then 8 feet short
im fully geared,kickin ass with my career,engineer
grabbing my tire rears,run you over and all of your peers
you see? i have perception
something i gotta get redemp for my redemption
like musicals,i will murder thee
dont care about authority
dont know how long its gonna be
for you to see,that YOU SHOULDN **** WITH ME

Yo. It usually takes me about 2 days to write 1 song. You should take more time and try and put together a song. Take your time. Cause I think you could write a good song, considering your background. Usually the songs that I think are good, take me about 2 maybe 3 days to write one. But then I again I work on more than 1 song at a time.

Just a tip, man.

That's actually preety good considering you didn't take much time

Share the greatest BAR/LINE you have ever heard, this has to be mine i heard from english rappers RHYME ASYLUM,

"Take drugs with no conscience, My Pupils Die-Late like Columbine Killers with Slow Watches"

took me a second to understand it, if your american im sure you heard of the columbine massacre that occured in a scool a few years back now, the rapper refers to Pupils as Students and the Pupils on are Eyes, he says they "DIE-LATE/ DILATE", DILATE obviously meaning grow smaller hense "Take drugs" and DIE-LATE meaning the students would Die later if the Killers in that Massacre had Slow watches lol im in Awe

Emotional
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the ************ up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes- immortal technique "dance with the devil"

I know it's a couple lines but you need the whole thing to get the message

my favorite regular line is

Go ahead and grip glocks I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots
u gon have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots- diabolic
"dance with the devil" (lost verse)