Neverending Rap Battle

you can rap? lets see what you can manage
cuz you need to stop sufferin from brain damage
your rymes are easy but im so complex
he been done so someone scream NEXT!!!
dont have to flex to show i can kill like a t-rex
you should stop rappin if you think you good
cuz you aint hood the way you speak but i talk like i should
could of would of but your raps obviously didnt make it
IF you even had a girl i bet you she wouldnt shake it!!!!
you shouldnt risk this challenge that is coming to you
this rap is like a third of what i can really do
i can rap words together that you never even heard of
like cupid, i can shoot you wit my lyrics and youll fall in love


respect....no hate....

..........im new but **** it...

ok .....so i guess... i'll grab my vest,grab my gat, grab my bat ,grab my hat,where my mic,i need to fight,my vocal cord screamz for life,i inhale smoke ..WEED! Breathe Neega Neega Breathe...
lungz fulled with lyrics guess its time for me to kill it,Vest keep me shielded
from these emcz bullets of lyrics,pentrating bodies like hollow banannas
leaving blood on the floor like we marching for stem cancer
You called?i didn't Answer ...Am I sure?you get no answer
im to busy banging bitches and im getting riches **** wit me you'll be in stiches....
i am not the best nor really lycially gifted but i bet u a dime a dozen im the realest cuz im str8 felling myself ....coco butter swauve lotion on ur bitches nipples give me a cup have a sip and lets get it mental
Ur not in a dream within a dream,that your stupid mentality,ur really in a dream within a dream within a ******* nightmare
dont bother to wake up,aint no pinches setted up,This aint indeception,srry ya eyes got misleaded intercepted bish get it right we in a depression.
u in a bind u dead aint no second chances ,aint no ******* guessing,so strap up or lay down,neega what u haven?
so welcome to my reality im gunnin and aiming for str8 capz,
thatz where your brains at nestled softly in ya cranium but not from this tantium glock,
look at the time seemz ur life is running on the clock,u go counter clockwise ill go clockwise we'll meet our death at 12 0'clock.
peace....

i like that......but the first rhyme scheme and the second were played out....fight....sorry but people been using that one for centurys.....my advise for you is dont come up with rhymes as you go along.......i do that.....but mine has words that people really dont use like product...who uses product?...me....anyway since your new dont come off the dome yet....we all were new so dont worry man....im still not good lol.....but ill be there...soon..

I,m killing mcs somebody dig a hole
Its mortal kombat nigga i,m taking ur soul
Rip out ur spine thats a flawless victory
now.noone knows u dog ur histroy
spit fire lu cang hot as the son
u try to copy and paste me but i change flows faster than shan tu son
internet ganster talking all tough in ur house
u aint no g u doubble clicking a mouse
but to hear u tell it u packing the heat
Ur bitch ass too scared to walk down ur street
u need to learn how to be an mc go get a book for dumbies
The raps u spit they not hard they funny
ever thought about doing stand up
Listing to u battle is a crime i need to be handcuffed.

thats dman..........

i think you bit -_-

Don,t try to rate me
just hate me

that was definatley a bite:dont try rate me just hate me....wow

don,t ??

your not good, your not on the roster
im so nasty thats why im the monster
dont try to spit,soundin like lickity split
"who so good"but those rhymes is bit

Ozzie fuckin' Osborne try bite my fuckin' head off cause he thought I was a bird cause I'm fly

--Bambi

First real freestyle is gonna' be shot on camera tomorrow by a Senior Reserve from Minnesota University. I'll post videos as soon as I get em' edited and published. I got pics from the building I have reserved for the freestyle... Peace out, homies.

wish ya luck

Wow when the force left this **** got dead, dw im back and feeling good, time to get cracking no more slackin. Got braces though and they are ******* me up. But i got some mad barz for you now brothers, and bambs good luck, here we goooo

I'm starting to question myself as an emcee guys I've been spittin my stuff at school I spit this verse and these three pathetic young money listening to assholes said it was terrible this was the verse

Spittin at sonic speeds
 committin demonic deeds 
My writtens satisfy ur neurologic needs
It comes to me naturally when I be droppin these 
You'd think I'm Mohammed Ali 
the way these rappers drop to they knees
A couple of razor blades to ur face ur in a daze for days
Take a hockey stick to jasons face
Splatter his brains all over the place!
I leave u menustrating through ur menopause 
You'd think it's 1975 the way u were annialated by these jaws  
I be the ambidexdrous achidemist aimin at ya apparatus
An arsenal of analogies armed like automatics
And those analogies 
are causin casualties 
to the anatomy of your cavalry
Cuz u see I have a tendency 
to empty my weponry mentally 
through words if your offending me
So imma use optical lenses 
and forensics to rip apart your partical edges
Till u write a verse wit some complicated words
That'll trigger my spidey senses
Syllables and sentances 
Subliminals got u on the defensive 
Since birth Been stuffing individuals in 
These trenches
Cuz u see my mind is an aresonal and lyrics are my weapons 
Punchlines are bullets mag emptied in seconds 
So experienced you'd think imma Vietnam vetran 
Yet I'm only a freshman who's still schoolin all y'all in a session 
My attitude is progressing over the limits
I just changed your life in a couple of minutes      

I just said **** off ur just mad u spit like Justin bieber

Later though I started having second thoughts, was it true, do I suck, have I been glorifying myself to be a phony mc although I take my music seriously I don't have any die hard dreams of being a rapper it's mostly a hobby but why do something ur bad at so what do u guys think of this verse and just my talents overall? Be harsh I can take a hit

This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
Your better off shootin yourself
With Papa doc´s handgun
Climbin up this mountain your weak
Ill leave you lost without a paddle
Floatin shits creekYou ain't Detroit, Im the D
Your the new kid on the block
Bout to get smacked back to the boonedocks
Fuckin Nazi, this crowd ain't your type
Take some real advice and form a group with Vanilla Ice
And what I tell you, you better use it
This guy's a hillbilly, this ain't Willie Nelson music


Ill crack your shoulder blade
You'll get drop so hard
That Elvis start turnin in his grave

my motto is **** lotto i will get the 7 digits from your mother for a dollar tommorow

Wow that was good idk anybody who would be able to write **** that good -_-

wow another slim shady baby , from a botched abortion
did a 1080 on the vinyl it's all gravy , what you snortin ?
i aint even cut a track yet , is that ketchup packets on yo Face
or just how ya dome looks when i attack Biiich , **** ya whack ****
no strategy or tactics
assault n battery cause static , raw at it ,
ya pussy , like ya jaws padded , with wings or tampax
getting DP'd in the tushy , with 2 to ya damn back
I grab the M.I.C. Never M.I A ,
only one Em eye see , ,The M before the VP
ya'll candy raps N.I.B's
an I be , that Mc , that'll R.I.P. ,torrent, or burn
I'll I have to say , is yo DJ your turn .....

Peace Hip Hop

Ahem. Me, maybe? I don't know. Just a spontaneous response.

Autistik (My Name Is ..... )

[Hook: x4]
(Hi!) My name is
(Who?) My name is
(What?) My name is
(Autistik)

[Intro ov. Hook]
Ahem, I beg your pardon
I need your undivided attention
For a few minutes

[Verse 1]
Hey, guys, you know about autism?
Well, I take it you understand me and you know of my learning problem then
I got so many people who’s labelled me a cocky kid
Who was stubborn in his early years that led to the children ignoring him
My brain has missing gaps
I’ve had my whole position snagged
Like chicks with rags in an Indian class getting hit and ragged
And my brother said, “I can’t believe you’re retarded!”
No, I’m not! “I don’t care what Mum said, you get sparked dead!”
Well, I couldn’t **** with that;
I didn’t have any nuts attached
But I did have the guts to smack my brother in the nutsack (Ow!)
Not with my hand, though
I couldn’t sink that low
It’s sad, you know; I always thought that man was an asshole
I eat a piece of humble pie, go to sleep and shut my eyes
And dream of some honey dimes on their stomachs being sodomised
Somebody help me!
(What’s the matter? Are you not well, sweets?)
I’ve just had a bite of the bully and it’s unhealthy!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My middle school days weren’t exactly sound to begin with
The fellows used to pick on me for asking them, “How was business?”
That was something that I obtained from a Monkey Island game
I thought THAT would start a conversation
(Man, you are insane!)
Sat down on the bench by myself and twiddled my fingers
With a few kids glimpsing like they weren’t getting the picture
Big boys and little girls
Leaving me in a twisted curl
Literally thought, “I don’t like him, he’s the weirdest kid in the world!”
99% of my whole life I’ve been seen through
I throw myself into a strange state just as much as the freaks do
Wish that one day I’d become big in society
And have myself released freely from this sick apartheid thing
I’m 26 now, near approaching 30 years old
In a few more years, I’ll look like Robert De Niro (Eh?)
Despite this autism that bothers me a little bit
I act like all the others, and I get a sweet kick from it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Stop the tape! These awful mates are on my case!
Get off me, babe! You’re spitting too much chocolate cake on my face!
Why are you doing this? Do I deserve this exploiting?
That’s like a prostitute turning up for a flirting appointment
(Want to **** me?)
All this discrimination has got me burnt with annoyance
It’s getting a bit too much, it’s a sincere disappointment
(I’m not impressed!)
I have been taught to turn and avoid it
But so far it hasn’t worked, I’m stuck like a bird in the ointment
My life’s been a jest like Joker cards, it’s so bizarre
I feel like Joan of Arc being blown apart by Napoleon Bonaparte (Boom!)
When I was a baby kid, I would throw such a crazy fit
That my ******* brain would split like pineapple or some grapefruit ****
(Juicy!)
I can’t help the way I am, there’s no control
I hope you know I’m pouring my emotions slow like an open soul
Next time you see someone like me, just show some decorum
And maybe I’ll see you as a friend who is totally awesome!

[Hook]