Neverending Rap Battle

lol,,i'm just playing,,,but i do have to watch when i pen certain refs,,,the masses still have to be able to recognize things in general,,,the alphabet play is kinda hard to do up right,,just the connections alone,,,,and you killed it,,,great job by a great writer,,salute

what the **** are u talking about son,,this dude hardly deliver
take u seriously how?u have the name of a midjet party giver,,LIL HOST,LOL

riddle ghosts , sitting spitting sippin n trippin on a skittle roach
float in the middle of shakespeare n nostradamus both fiddle hopes
between there fingers gipetto ropes, put there essence in these bodies probally
to live these lives ,
hands of the puppetmaster still move after he dies
fallen n soon crashes ,phoniex crawling out the ashes
culdrin of molten plasma called sin, sirens callin as you fall in, find ya calling lava flow through the veins again
regains posterity ,brains maintain there degrees smoldering smoken,
mold ur in broken,soul of a soldier bin woken
gates of hell have bin opened and ur the only Spawn of dawn
that can close it , OH **** ! ,go quick , no quit , no surrender
try to forget your past , keep saying you dont remember
fire burning in ur soul ,spraying kerosine stoke the embers
screaming Burn Baby Burn .....
super ta know ya
flowing super nova
superman going super sayen , so sun move over ,if u dont wanna melt
got more then a couple orions on the belt

RANDOM FREESTYLE just experimenting with a different structure to beats...feel free to rate or read...

Murderous moves, I murdered the truth/,
I'm truer then you, I traded gutters for hoods/
Flatter these stuttering MCs like buttering my food/
Imitating a Pac so I split them in 'Tu'/
This is a written for you, its a gospel for me/
Too costly for Gs who make dollars with Es/
Hatred seepin slowly through the borders of peace/
Guard dogs unleashed bit their own collars with ease/
Cops with a piece get disabled and shot on their knees/
And rot in two weeks like they caught a disease/
I fought with the best drivin swords through their chest/
lyrical talent round necks and I choked Disrespect/
Coke on this desk like Scarface broke with these cheques/
I feel like the Joker though I'm a King in these decks/
King of the Hearts or King of the Spades/
King who's the hated or the King who's disgraced/
I put the pen to your head and the ink to your face/
Scribble your worthless braincells all over the place/
Its like pencils to page, women killed in rage/
I'm ill and my spot could never be filled on the stage/
Raps a thrill and a craze, throws your pain in a daze/
Makes you insane till your blood clots, n your veins all turn grey/
Weed gets you high, seeing angels bleed from the skies/
Dangerous night, assassins creep in disguise/
Vocal chords drippin with lies, theyre slowly ripped with a knife/
Killer instincts hardened when stroked, like the tits on your wife/...

first line was dope....murderous moves i murdered the truth,,,i'm ill and my spot could never be filled on the stage,,,nice,,,always tight flow,,,wordplay,,,salute

hands of the puppetmaster still move after dies,,,,crazy,,,nice

these kids dont even know half of me
apparently
i go to school just so they can laugh at me
my angers like a teapot bout to blow it's gasket
you would all stand, and watch me get my ass kicked
god said new life like a question?? but i didn't even ask it
imagine your sister in a body bag, then being thrown in a casket
i remember i asked the devil for a favor
he said only if you see the person you love fall, i asking you not to save her
i'm here to stretch the earth, make it elastic
my life changed in a way that's drastic
my pain is real, my smiles plastic
that's why i don't take jokes or any antic
my life well it is broken
my throat, i'm severely choken
i say i'm indestructible and have no emotion
but where all humans so i guess i was jokin
i did it for me, put my heart into this
i don't care no more go ahead and write a diss
you would destroy the rap cause you can't resist
i'm hurt inside and i say i'm like the exorcist

i say im destructible and
have no emotion...nice,,,feeling ur style homie,,,very introspective,,,good ****,,holla

not really a battle rap but **** it

**** your battle raps i get lifted like pallet jacks
handle that kids say bye to pop i dismantle dad
dad say hi to POP POP POP,caps slam thru abs
crunches by police cars that ram thru cabs
rushing to ur untimely demise i'm glad for that
xtra body bags blacked out on cops caps em flat
in fact blow me up i tends to eat shrapnel scraps
black talk right and exact like i raise the captain jack
international cat i travel with blasphemous raps
tactical drafts producing magic inducing graphs
no disputing my math so root the computing grad
street education's my roots dude a grammatical cad
i'm taking fanatical stabs crazier than attitudes bad
twisting my knife i've been nice since gratitudes past
slapping fags as my craft passes thru the animal path
badder views radical jamming to intergalactic grooves
attracting boos but watch who u asking to improve
have a laxative dude i exude greatness, know yall hate this
i keeps it real tho i just cant be relating to fakeness,i just raked this,,,,holla

lol ight... listen to this
not a rap battle.....
you can't reach my level
you can't beat me with a line it would take several
F class to A class see if you can match my grade
i'll twist your arm intill i break your shoulder blade
you got your **** from the computer, my is hand made
eyes are weak, i'll pop them from your eyelid
you ain't and dealin with a black guy you dealin a white kid
you say you live on the street
i'm someone you dont want to met
your fuckin with a kid that watched his mother get beat
frankly i can die i don't care how
after you read this try to write back now
i'm the king, i'm the prodigy
is my life bad???um.. probably
all that understand follow me
i recorded my voice and it came out demonically
cause the devil made me
the eliminator
a gladiator
scary like an alligator
a tension escalator
a problem elevator
the disintegrator
incinerator
and to kill every hater

lol.... shutdownpow.. respect

Multis

Didn't get you homie. What's up with the multis ?

That was nice.,,in particular the last few lines....I'm tired..working..but I got u tomorrow..respect

ight man

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 creek

You 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

Trailor trash, Ill choke you to your last breath
And have you lookin foolish
Like Cheddar Bob when he shot himself
Silly professor, I know why they call you that
Cause you follow Future like you got carrots up his asscrack
And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up
And left stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up

Ill crack your shoulder blade
Youll get dropped so hard
Elvis will start turnin in his grave
I dont know why they let you out in the dark
You need to take your white ass back across 8 mile
To the trailor park

This guy raps like his parents jerked him
He sounds like Eric Sermon, the generic version
This whole crowd looks suspicious
Its all dudes in here, except for these bitches
So Im a German, Eh
Thats ok, you look like a fuckin worm with braids
These Leaders of the Free World rookies
Lookie, how can 6 dicks be pussies

Talkin bout shits creek
Bitch, you could be up piss creek
With paddles this deep
Your still gonna sink
Your a disgrace
Yeah, they call me Rabbit
This is a turtle race

He can't get with me spittin this ****
Wickedly lickety shot
Spickety spickety split lickety
So Im gonna turn around with a great smile
And walk my white ass back across 6 tyms

Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver
So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver
This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid!
Quick, someone get his ass another steriod!
"Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!"
I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!"
Is that a tank top, or a new bra?
Look, Snoop Dogg just got a fuckin' boob job!
Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head?
Pay attention, you're sayin the same **** that he said!
Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil
Go home, write some ****, make it suspenseful,
And don't come back until something dope hits you
**** it! You can take the mike home with you!
Lookin' like a cyclone hit you,
Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!"
You see how far those white jokes get you
Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?"
My motto: **** Lotto!
I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow!

ha ha you thought you could get rid of me but u cant! im hear to stay
yeah im white but i never use that as an excuse
thats why im cleaning up your lyrics like a bottle of doushe
Stanky ass lyrics Stanky ass rhymes
i bust the **** out of all your rhymes
we gone party like it's 1999
i run the spot and i leave in the streets
you wanna battle me im in the 3-1-3.
You think it's funny i aint Vanilla ice
so when i grab the mic you betta think twice
cuz i'll diss so bad i'll end your life
better yet you see me you better commit suicide
cuz i'll make sure this is a verbal homicide
Whoever said you can rap Damn they lied
Cuz you can't **** my raps they come to quick and to fast
This is Two Man race Sorry but you came in Last.

yo yo, y'all ready for death
y'all ready for death
rabbit One that fat killer the game done got ugly, lets go
yo, yo, I seen your type before you think you tough, battle you
Bitch you lucky I don't beat you up
In the game of fist ta cups I'll push your face back
You cant **** with me man, really just face facts
As he verses me in a battle of ten rounds
Its like Mugsey Boags tryin to bark with Jim Brown
Dumb ****, Im the type to run a muck, come in the club drunk as ****
Slap your bitch who even buck, when I walk…..
Tell your a man the size of a ?D and D dof?
Tryin to take his ear off, like mike types,
I quite nice on fight night, an why he popped ****
I thought he liked flyin, appearntly not
I'm Nickel hairinly hot, and if I meant you
may your parents be shot
You im a bad boy, bitch is on, I pull 44's in your chest
Like your freak mahone

For those of you mentioned who have just been dissed by "irabbit", do not reply. I've got this one by the horns!