Neverending Rap Battle

now little boys i think you forgot what this shits about
its not a war or to settle a score thats just a bout
but im gonna be nice and leave you with a note
my lines aint prewrote
but man i can still out rhyme you while i toke
no dont be stupid you cant mess with me
i out do ******* cupid,
im sly as i fly
cos boy me and this game will never die.
now wannabe nigga mc
just let me be
cos im the best you must see
any lines or rhymes you spit
they aint got ****
on my lines or my crimes
now i think your cooked
but i best do this by the book
and make sure you go in a puff of smoke
cos my friend your gonna choke.

@conor
checked my inbox conor inviting me to DENNYS
NO bitch,,now he tighter than a jew in a room full of pennies
second thought,lets meet ,dont run with the speed of cheetahs
DUKE could be pissy DRUNK,still wouldnt THROW UP them dickbeaters

your verse never had me worried,,expand your vocabulary!!!,lol,,out

thats a compliment ya know!
^_^

^ funniest guy i've ever met.....

funny thing is, the last funny guy i met was gay... hmmmm...

This is a rap site not a pop **** site where's ur writtens
They call you nerocat?..nah more like nero kitten
U should be forbidden to share this earth wit us
U need to change like kitty litter u bitter
Rehearse your stuff before u come unprepared in this lair
He probably 50 no hair scared to even come outdoors
Wear a bib when he eats his moms pussy..on all fours

**** outta here cornball..your really really starting to bore me son....go braid a dick hair...gone

1:32-2:34

i cant find anything to do with my fuckin life
it's down the gutter and back up the blade of the knife
cause when i spit shart, you'd think i was a 6 inch blade
but imma 16 inch with 66 semen samples and glass jammed in your adams apple of a left over snapple
keep babblin, full of surprises, but when ya tell me to shut up, the cockiness rises
grab a buck knife from under the rug and, take out a whole crew of gun men
and whay would i watch my mouth? when it aint runnin
but i have it on a short leash, so i may start runnin mouth even though all im doin is joggin around
usin witchcraft and lightin the candles with a thin match but you still can match it
these words are magic, do you believe in it? better not cause it's tragic
tapin you're mouth shut and wrappin it with elastic
now you cant breathe, fighting for air but you're kickin and screamin, it's drastic
im emphatically imagining me rapping and laughing at magazine in an ambulances back seat
take the back seat, cause the front is reserved, it aint a racial slur but the truth does hurt
wake up in the back of the hurse, still spittin the last verse of "like toy sold-jers"
gun shots start blastin, one breaks thru the glass and im hit the back of the head
pop the coffin open while im half dead and jump of the back while the car is still movin
startin movements, shoot up schools and kill students then get marked truent like the columbine juvents
now tell me who's stupid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETNGj9Rk4AU&feature=player_detailpage

check the beat---- holy shiiit. nice alchemist beat..

hit me up if ya want a topic and anyone who has studio equipment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=9_avWpuQprQ

you know what i dont, you know what i do
you cant match me this cause this is what i do
im just so violent, my time is timin, time and time again you just cant find it
back is so out of alignment, i wouldnt be alone even in solitary confinement
mind is so vibin, it so high and, i cant feel it, it feels like im a dreamin
no hard feelins, but im dreamin a feelin
peelin back these shotgun shell cases, cause my mind is ballistic
im so safisti... cated it's unrealistic
im feelin distant, sufficent brain it's been uplifted
oblivient but it's brilliant, resiliant to others assistance
runnin a peculiar distance, reference to the rest of us
it's gettin the best of us, the rest of us, it's all a fuss, games gettin treated like lust
it's rediculous, and im tellin ya what i feel about it, be real about it
im real and it's all bout it, lookin at you with a face that scorned forlorned
and in order to up my game you gonna need to bring a ladder and your own scrabble board
youll never see the best of me cause the best of me is the rest of me thats hidin deep in me
it's leavin me, the beast is bein released, the temptation in my brain racin, it's pacin and it's achin
here it comes so get your clothes and stilettos on and get ready

cause imma killa, you know you cant face me
cause imma killa, you know your shots dont phase me
cause imma killa, emotional embrace in me
cause imma killa, yeah, yeah, imma killa, justa killa
you know imma killa, so dont feel a, shamed, justa killa

and now that i gotch you, this feelin is so natrule
got the feelin of a fanatic, its drastic and it's magic
im emphatic, dont want no static but it's happend
so stand back this TNT is feelin free, it wants to blow
but it doesnt know which way to go brain is on overload
goin toe to toe, the fork in the road, i took the spoon yo
its cool though, im feelin insane, my feelins feel no pain
it's an a ashame what the game has came to, but im ashamed to
if i was you i would take this game under my wing
but my feathers wouldnt be able to hold one thing
mac miller, drop him out with no paddin on the ground
the flow, the lyrics, i cant believe this, what this **** has become
we've all become one, one big unit, but it's stupid, im losin it
brain contusions, im halucin, ating, so far my mental compacity is fading
im debating, if im crazy or maybe am i just over rated, but i think it's safe ta
say, the way this game has been betrayed and slayed it's always overplayed
i cant take it, so the killa has arrived it's time to take a bow, thanks for comin out
adios, syanara, good night, good bye, see ya later, bye bye

cause imma killa, you know you cant face me
cause imma killa, you know your shots dont phase me
cause imma killa, emotional embrace in me
cause imma killa, yeah, yeah, imma killa, justa killa
you know imma killa, so dont feel a, shamed, justa killa

hell im walkin forward, cause i aint takin that **** back
haha,


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=9_avWpuQprQ

Maynnn, hollup
Finna hop on tha mikaphone
Cause I'm leanin, po Up
Got some lean on my styrofoam
God, I'm feelin TO- Up (tore up)
From the ceilin, flo up
As I'm freestyle right on top of my dome,
Hoes straight boppin on my dome
Aint no stoppin me, got
hoes on top of me
Got dough, I'm stockin G'
I don't even know,

^you're right
"you don't even know"

GUESS WHO'S BACK MOTHAFUCKKKKAAAASSSSSSS

YEAH YEAH, THAT GUY MAN
STICK A DIAMOND UP MY HIND END
HAAHAHA, YEAH, IM BLIND MAN
I CAN FEEL ANYTHING, I AINT DONE ANYTHING
IM BACK FO BLOOD OF BAMBINO, RAMBO HE KNOWS
IM BACK FOR THE WHITE BLOOD OF MOFO
OR THE SCHOLASHIP OF PROFESO
EXPRESSO, PANDA ONE OH NO
BUT IM BACK, YEAH, MOTHAFUCKA IM BACK
CHICKA CHICKA BOMBSCARE IS BACK!!!!!


YEASSSS HERE I AM. BOW DOWN!!!!! IM BACK!!!!!!!

LIKE MY FIRST LINE? GREAT LINE!

How bout you say some shyt mr. Immortal techniqes over here with ur lil serious retard flow,

"that guy man, stick a diamond up my hind end"

eminem-taking my ball

real classy lyrics.... not!

first offf... you dont know my flow.. cause you've never heard meh

second off.... i dont listen to immortal technique

before you talk, know what you ARE talkin about.

you cant tell someones flow from text... dumbass

Look man ill spit some flow harder than granite
Cause Bambino over here think he can spit, but he softer than Janet,
A random bitch pussy,
Ill leave my tracks hot like sonic,

ok muthafuckas let me get a chance to say my words,
yo lyrics suck like turd , i think its absurd how people hang on every word,
tho il problay never get the props i feel i deserve, but il never be surved,
my spot is forever reserved, thats y im cleva when i put together every verse,
the fact is i would rather sit back and bomb some rappers ,
bitch im as good at rapping as marshal mathers,
so bitch dont **** with me cause we all know who is da betta mc,
so grab yo self a notepad u just got a lesson for free.

4 bars is all he gots
but my bars will have tied up in knots
till he's on his knees beggin me to stop
if any of that **** made since i'd give him props
but since it didnt, this kid must be kiddin
sin2win, wow, nice 2, that's what i give your style
and back in that same boat, you act like a fuckin punk
SHERLOCK you have no CLUE what you talkin bout
but ill choke him out, with this wild style, you were just a mad child
while you were growin up, think he's in it to win it, dont be afraid, you can admit it
but if you were any worse, i'd be laughin instead of rappin
cause we already who's better, we already know today
ill treat you like Reggie did to K, cause im goin back that way
nice name, i dont think you pictured that on billboards, no way
so what you gonna do when i pull a shotgun to your face?
you aint gonna have no time ta run away, or yell for ya dogs, or brothers
cause they'll all be stashed in the streets gutters, so start studderin
you wont be able to find the words, just hidin under your coat
the only words you'll be sayin is the last 4 bars that wrote

GRANDIOSE MC's (SIN2WIN & BOMBSCARE DISS)

* To the tune of "Dangerous MC's" by The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse]
There's corny, there's lame, there's fake and there's wackness
I can't even explain why this is happening
Two little rappers who come here to exhibit their silly fashion
of hip-hop, but they're just a team of flimsy Italians
who eats too much lasagna between their bits of salad
They've always been greasy and cheesy which is just natural
It seems they have a habit of being dimwitted bastards
who just won't give up beefing, they need to quit the yapping
Cease the bitchy babbling
Don't pick on Bambino
Because Bambs has been my best friend ever since I teamed up with him
And if we have to, then we'll team up on you
Bring the plagues down and shower bad diseases on you
Make it rain Maltesers and Reese's Pieces on you
Deliver heat like Tuesday's leftover meat up on you
Spit cheese up on you mixed with sour cream and onion
Make you scream your lungs out like a horror scene from "Hostel"
BombScare the whore is back, and he's smoking more from his ass
You'd think he farted it out, the smell is horribly bad
And Sin2Win has come to join him, in fact
He's demanding more stash from this man so he can snort it all and be glad
He's committing a sin, God isn't forgiving him
It goes against all morals and violates his religion
He should be out of commission, spit on and sheared in the skin
Nailed to the wooden cross like Jesus Christ's crucifixion
Just getting rid of phony rappers like them is a mission
And it's tedious that I have to be put in this position
I can diss a chick as much as I can spit a written
This isn't fiction, it's non-fiction like news bulletins
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
54 weeks a year, 10 years in a decade mainly
This **** is straight crazy like a lady in a straight-jacket
who killed her baby by strangling it with a medical bandage

ok ok so first things first , you got balls to go against me,
but there aint no way u can win, yo outnumbered by my
lyrical army, the second thing i got to say is that this is ya doomsday
u can try and keep me at bay, but thats immpossible my rhymes can
make u go completely insane, just watch me blow u up like a propane
tank, im hittin you harder than being shot at point blank ,
its easy to tell u been out ranked, and u have been thanked
for being the worst rapper , a full out failure in the eyes of the
world, this is my third and final point, my disjoint from the battle,
u just yo ass kicked, now its ur turn to rattle.

Oh god no just when I thought this site was getting good this Fagtard comes back