Neverending Rap Battle

Hey, I'm trying endlessly to find another rap thread pretty much like able2know (in terms of format, layout, easy sign-in process and less wasting too much time upgrading accounts for another nine years due to a ******* premium fee things), but a second thread must consist of rappers throughout England who talk so much horse it should trigger me to put them in their place. Any ideas?

Can't help you there my friend

Start it up then homie!

AIIGHT THEN...HERE I GO...REMEMBER NOTHIN PERSONAL HAHA JUST KICKIN BARS...

1st ROUND

This world is my playground, no place for you gay clown/
be warned step into the zone and there aint no way out/
insults and mic attacks I'll take now/
my fightbacks might hurt triple, so Whitey keep ya face down/
I'll make the crime rate rise with an anti- gravity force/
severin your vocal chords, impossible to get back the way my choruses go/
your lyrics fake enough to make a hippopotamus float/
to get ya verses louder, imma shove the mic down in yo throat/
Am the Butcher you the goat, takin a hacksaw to your bone/ action prone/
I'll shoot a cop in the head till his eyeballs pop out and stare/
I'm ill enough with these lyricals spillin tough, I can spit the bullet off the lead/
forever be playin Russian Roulette till you're dead/
gimme a choice between heaven and hell, I'll be revolting against the devil instead/
These bars heavily said, could put you in a coffin/
Leave you burnin in an oven with your mouth open/
When I'm done with you bitch, it'll be blood you be coughin, all your doubts closin/
Like overdosin on coke, I'll leave you chokin on my flows/
The mic barely fits your pose, I'll leave you standin pokin in your nose/
I'm anaesthetical, the hypocritical clinical lyricist that'll leave critics critical/
Diabolical, my roots grow right back to the medieval when killin was spiritual/
I could rap a circle round you and have it lookin like a sacrificial ritual/
I'm Jack the Ripper, you the faggot bout to get raped in the ass with these evil tactics/
Y'all lower class pricks with losin habits, fake as they rap ****/
You just wannabe B-Rabbit, Call me Eminem splittin your whack dick/
Just sittin back, kickin crack attackin this, leave you kissin ass just to get to where I had pissed/...

I'm judge?

My bad my friend give me till tomorrow some family **** going down checked it out though sick! Have a response up tomorrow pcpc

apparently theres realms named heaven an hell
an in the middle earth ur trapped in
god an a devil , both think there helm a crown, took seven days to blood cell
an in a little search , abandoned little church,
dont know the masterplan but it'll work ,
get to thinking if god is the creator of everything , then saten fake
n extinction is missing links like lincoln ,
\\ existance !
watch this ,insight ya thinkin
cypher linkin , davinci code , the book ?
the movie ? naw pass
the dubie that ish davinci wrote,
dead sea scrolls coming to life
pyramids alligned right time summon the light
some in the lights for 15 min
some in ta life 25 max fo ten to twen counts ,
trife pick up a knife never do right an bounce
Some in there life get a car a job a wife ,
some in the light , some in the darkness
parrelel dimension playing operation where your heart is
parable invention, aint a miracle saint a here ya go ,
get rid a tension , apprehension , did I mention , that accension
is just growin up , till u know enough to know you can never know enough
Peace Prof : )

I'm two faced sexist basterd
with skills in this piece I've masterd
Cut of and took a bitches hand just to make her my wife
And kill her with my rifle, like a vampire I feed on her life
chop her head of like helicopter, blood, I was frighed
Now hers parents puttin curses on my mights
I gave you all, bitch now I'm taking light
as I **** you and your baby thats growing inside
I burned two bitches just to look cool
than I waved to mum screamin: Mummy, I cook
all the people stand shook
My good side isnt all god eather
gave bitch a hand just to fuckin reach her,
now shes givin me hand job to make it eaqul
I fucked her preacher, nun licked my penis,
God and Satan bitch a first class feature

Some people say that I'm weird
Because sometimes I don't raise a good cheer
I listen to their emotions and play them by ear
and try to interpret my own into this verse that I'm scribbling
This drug that I've been sniffing, it hurts when I'm giving in
I'm gurgling and dribbling when I'm blurting my sentences
I nervously quiver with my own words until I burst my intestines
Quenching my thirst for success has never been a difficult challenge
Someone keeps knocking my cards down, I have to pick them back up again
I stand in a position in a posse full of friends
So I've got no choice but to pretend to be partners with them
**** that, I choke all of them and dump them by the riverbank
Or blow them up like a bunch of Corps in a military tank
I'm quick-witted, I spit the most ridiculous slang
I'm sick with it, I'm filled with sickening symptom attacks
I've got writtens attached to me like a championship belt
John Cena or Big Show couldn't match my fantastic good skill
But I don't wrestle, but I slam those who insult
without throwing a punch, my flow is a hunch when I stab with a pencil
My grammar is credible and my rap is incredible
It's that expressible, you could do maths on it and add a few chemicals
that are digestible and are edible like a batch of new vegetables
I'm making you eat my words, have them and stop acting so mental

I had mo money , ud probally take mo from me , if all i had was four on me, she'd be like mike hunni , i need 4 hundi , working out with stacks of bills , his wallets hungry, but he can hear her tummy grumble , she looks at the 4 bills an she takes the bundle , whatever its all worth it , cause she's perfect ,underneathe the surface,she's confident hes nervous , all he can think of is compliments , he's ernest P worrel, with less morals,she dont care, she aint scared, shes about value, ballers , shot callers willin to pay top dolla , not scholars or scotch swallowers who follow her an holla purrs,at candy, rapped up in eminem , trying to stack the benjamins, to get girls to even acks like a friend to him ,LoL sick of this, hacks up some benylyn , better back up he have cut on adreniline, ur life visa's get swiped an copied , ya carbon cant stop me, gucci suits me, armani got me feelin chill an a one man army.....who says you cant buy swagger? , just have to double bag'r , double the wager put the stakes up , b4 complacency sets in , come patiently , every day in the basement he refined his weapon , cheque's'n his recollection, excellent past inspection, dj's last injection of the needle , people need ill , sick a how much they need pills,it pisses me off im here to finish my buisness get out of the bathroom, I thought these Humans were a Race ,Noone else wanna Win this ........they just wanna be apart of the chase , well yo I aint got time to waste my mind on the fake n shine , im breakin binds an makin mines , takin time to take a dime n make her mine.......Piggy Bank got the cops on pay roll , enough talking **** go find A-hole to crawl in , lifes a poker game , u know how i play yo all in , mike'll poke her brain, make a large deposit in her memory bank cash flow through her veins , but mang she aint vain , a lil unorthodox she ain't ordained ,but she could Change that common sense into dollars first quarter of her life .....

theres this girl i know , man she makes me wanna be rich n buy her everthing

Fresh...

JUST A RANDOM FREESTYLE I MADE WHEN ME N MY BUDDIES WERE HIGH... A GIRL I'M HITTIN ON HAHAHA DON'T CARE BOUT THIS ****, I'M STILL STONED...

I'mma bring disaster kiss my ass mister/
like a sick wizard frozen in a blizzard/ switch faces like a Criss card/
colours like a lizard/
chameleon feat/
crimson seats and I'm ridin sweet/
Donuts that leave the streets cleaned/ pullin off these tricks neat/
smoke weed more than my brain needs/ feel a pinch as marijuanic veins meet/ shallow shores on my horizon I can see the skies risin/
aggressive Ali more like a wise Tyson/
call me Mic assassin strappin a nine on a backpack son/
crackin skulls and whack cunts/
dollars from these Gs I lack none/
3 second ass tan from Cena leave ya smack stunned/
smacked down, raw in this game/
ballin the same ever since I set my eyes on this dame/
the only one who can make her emotions run/
dick flippin motions on her ****/
see through her disguises and stunts/ wicked visors on a worldly nun/
deliverin curly puns just rhymin for fun/
gunnin for territory/
the illest emcee to spit freely/
wits breezy I turn clits cheesy/
she cold leavin my dick freezin/
How do her stares keep flirtin ?/
Dare to kiss dirt ignorin her now she hurtin/
Thinkin am not interested but I leave her restless/
Now me reckless/
gonna return the stares, leave the bitch breathless/
Last thing on my hands is her slit neck/
Bleedin throat, decieving pose/
Knows more about me than she needs to know/
I'm mysterious hoe !/
A lyrical ignoramus who'll leave your tits gore/
Chicks know, I'm more than you can handle/
Ragabond from hell, I got a saintly mantle/
That's only for show, on the mic, I'll leave you choked/
Literally broke, like you traded fortune for coke/
Lotions or no, I penetrate your core/
A renegade provoked/ mentally invoked/...

You aint got no funny bars those were monkey bars
*and when I was a kid on the playground I had no problem climbing the monkey bars
*Son your tryin to tell me there ain't no way out But I'm running right through your gay sound 
but why would I get out all I got to do is run through this bitch why would I back down
*Only way this pussy would raise the crime rate was if the graph was upside down
My names mic messiah he's in danger he expects me to save him like I'm a rescue ranger 
*we can play Russian roulette u go first but here's the kicker I put bullets in all the chambers 
That way you can win a game for once in your life 
Never won a battle never won a fight
I bet you'll never win one of your matches 
*ill rise out the casket and you'll blow a head gasket when I leave u dead from rappin 
*we can just switch places I'll have this bitch racin like Danica Patrick 
*chokin on them flows? Dude I'll swallow them whole
Then throw them back up cuz they taste like **** bro
Your countries 30000 year old were not even 300 but were better than you
That's like wade and James gettin beat by toddlers in two on two 
So many punches it's like fists are comin out my mouth 
Named himself rhymekilla cuz he's killing what rhymings about 

Anyone up for a battle?

Rematch?

Can't live

How can live with yourself how can you breath 
No gaps in your smile yet you lie through your teeth 
Expressin feelings on a beat 
Hungry for love and I'm desperate to feed 
I don't even know who I am am I a human being 
Cuz The man i am is not the man you've been seeing 
close to leaving you forever 
Course we never were together 
Tissues and venting letters 
Issues ain't getting better 
Life passin by I'm passin time passionate rhymes 
**** my past and **** my present 
Always thought the future came second 
Dreams out of reach hard to grab
Future comes first when it's all you have
It's armageddon nuclear weapons aimed at the heart 
How am I supposed to make first place if y'all got a head start
Cuz when you give all you have and get nothing in return 
You become an empty soul with no worth 
If I tell you I'm fine then I tell fibs
Cuz in reality I can't live...

Go on, then, Bambino. I'll battle you.

Wanna go a couple rounds with me too? If so start it up

Sure, you go first.

****! I hate going first lol but sight I'll post it tomorrow mad tired and sick pcpc