Neverending Rap Battle

faggot don't think you're fooling anyone with eminem's freestyle at 1997 rap olimpics

I'M SORRY

[deep breath]
Here I go ...

I’m sorry ...
For everything bad that’s happened
I’m sorry if any of you think I’m crap at rapping
I’m sorry if I can’t stand your laughter
I’m sorry if you felt like laughing ...... (2Pac: "I ain't mad atcha!")
I’m sorry if I caused any hurt towards you
I’m sorry if my bad self ignored you
I’m sorry if I moved on too much to you
You must find it annoying, I wasn’t trying to **** you
I’m sorry that you find me so disinteresting
I’m sorry that you really think I’m pestering
I’m sorry I was trying to build a love life
I’m sorry I was trying to be a tough guy
I’m sorry that I spent all this time coming after ya
I guess I was born to be a lonely bachelor
I’m really sorry for everything I said
I’m really sorry that you discreetly wished I was dead
I can’t express enough how sorry I am
That you didn’t have the full heart to call me a man
I guess I was born a pussy, always afraid to stand up
Put a hand up, I suppose I just ain’t man enough
Like Toni Braxton said in her video
I guess I’ve always been this way – for really, yo
I’m sorry that you say I’m no good
Because I wasn’t raised in the same neighbourhood
I’m sorry that you can’t listen to a kid like me
And when I say “kid”, I do mean “kid”, my sweet
I was, always have, and always will be a child
Whose temper is so mild, but I got a good smile
I’m sorry that you couldn’t see the way I talk to you
You perceive it different; so I should away, walk from you
And to all the girls that saw me as a shy guy
I guess I was trying to be a fly guy
But inside, I was insecure, and I was in need of love
But I guess my feelings for you wasn’t enough
And Dad, I’m sorry that you left the family
I guess some things wasn’t meant to be, they just had to be
I’m sorry, Mum, for all the bullshit that you suffered
How I could approach your pain and kill that ************
I’m sorry if I wasn’t integral enough
And all the bullshit I talked, I guess I’ve said it too much
I’m sorry if bad things happened to us
I’m sorry if I hadn’t acted enough
That I didn’t act quickly and logically
But there’s always something in my life that’s stopping me
I can’t put my finger on it - the button’s never there
What do I do? Trace my roots? Go back a few steps?
Rewind my life to the beginning and change my actions?
Change the way I ask things? I’m just asking
I’m sorry that I couldn’t answer difficult questions
I guess they WERE hard to answer – and that was stressing
A problem, a obstacle, a puzzle that’s impossible
Is it possible that I could’ve solved it earlier? It’s probable
I’m sorry I couldn’t answer when you asked me, “What’s stopping you?”
I guess I was behind, that I had a lot of thoughts to brew
Something’s always held me back, the belt’s attached
Yet it’s hanging loose, like a goddamn satchel bag
‘Cause I’ve had some tight yet loose situations
The problems were always there, yet so was the solution
And that’s the thing that’s caused emotional contusions
Arguments I’m always constantly losing
I’m sorry I didn’t win ONE single argument
Even though I hadn’t started it
I tried playing the devil’s advocate, to see weakness in the brawl
I’ve been standing up for so long, my feet are getting sore
I’m sorry that you see me with bruises on my face
These bullies are trying to make me lose it on the place
I was a bit foolish, but I was trying to hold my ground
But all these fuckers ever did was
{“Hold me down!”}
Like Nina Sky on a beat produced by Alchemist
My problems taking it onto the streets are technicalities
That’s my pain, no gain
I was a man yet I failed, I’m so ashamed
I’ve fucked up in some ways, but I know that some day
My brightness will show up against the Lord’s sun rays
By the way, God, I’m sorry that I sinned
Forgive me, exonerate me from ALL my sins
I’m sorry, Father - I’m sorry, everybody
But what I’m NOT sorry for is trying to be somebody

imma dead guy drivin ten speed thru a cemetery lettin motherfuckers out of there grave to roam around with me
kill ya again just by hittin ya once, pop a squat in your coffin so people could say you're the **** for once
im the guy that makes a debut, turn around the next day and every starts to hate you
make blood spill out your mouth like fuckin grape juice, snatch everything off you before i rape you, shirts, shorts and capes too
show off you dead bodies like there my plaques cause that's what the greats do
velcro strap you to a stretcher put screws and rusty nails thru your chest then latch you
im throwin screwdrivers and screwguns at you, hop of the civil war trenches and hit you with 77 more wrenches
im more horrendous than a Gaga girlfriend, dont get offended
so **** the planet, do some kinky **** so bad that gravity cant even stand it
that's what i call droppin the world no handed
**** your rap anthems, gimme a ballad, no notebook paper
**** it, ill write my lyrics on Mit Romneys presedential ballot

im confused

every time you see girls,they be runnin
you better jerk off thats the only way you cummin
i squeeze niggahs like if they were lemonade
chew thousands of rappers like the next renagade
i keep on comin real raw,my guns is blazin
take the gun out the draw and start my invasion
im americas next top hostile i kill liars
you know you in denial when i spit fires
i call immigration cuz a penny is what you worth
i kill civilations ending in 20 to child birth
i aint gettin nervice,doin it for a cruel porpous
finish ya ass off leave ya doin community service

wow,ya writin gold compared to mine....dammm

ill **** on the ground right in front of you just to see your reaction
pick up and eat, puke it back up and throw at you, you're no match you
think your somethin special, cause you wrote one multi, but i've been written
that 27 in your name, you thought was a sex posistion
this aint game day to me, you're an exbedition, just spring training
sometimes i just let you win maybe, dont ask me why, but ive been crazy
smack your old man, then snatch your pen outta your own hand
dip it acid gas slit your throat hit pause on the camera and say "that's a wrap" (that's rap)


8 bar battle. eh?

who's writin gold? i have a golden colored pen....

lol nice

Thats it,anything else?
thats how you rap when you suckin yourself?
rip you limb from limb,light gettin dimm
show you ya grimm,they aint no chance you gonna win
ya words aint ****,they aint gonna settle
treat you like a crypt in a ghetto
words hotter then a tea kettle
ill choke ya wit da curtain
tryna step up?...it aint workin
your whole rhyme scheme is greener then green
ya words are soft like a mushed jellybean
scratch that,more like a ne-yo
ya **** sounds like ass mixed wit frappachino
we know

dint get to finish

BETRAYAL

Its true,what goes around comes around
the mafia squad sayin yo you down?
time stops,vein poppin out
"hold up guys i might be droppin out"
hearts thompin now
"you gonna risk 25 to life,dont ya wanna go home and see ya fam n wife
,give me the knife"
"im good bro,nothin more important then gettin this dough
"NO"
"yes,i wanna be all nicely dressed,jewles and finece"
"stop and be blessed"
"ive tried,that never worked,the only solution is robbin this store clerk
its the fast way of livin,never recieved always givin
"dont go"
"my minds set on this mission"
"just stop,its not all about wealth"
"it is,im not gonna lie to myself"
cops come and we stuffed in a car cuffed
"i told you we were goin to get caught,he bluffed
since we got caught,he blamed it on me
i thought we were brothers from the start..............
now i see..........





is it any good?

You are a horrible gangster actin like you spittin for some grams
This win is like lemonade it'll be slipping through your hands
And You got guns? Comin from a kid wit a kitten in his picture
I'm spittin some scriptures till your sick and ur wrist hurts
Written with fingers that will blast ya spot
When you get mad you don't grab the glock?
Having sex with ya boyfriend was the only time u let a magnum pop

lol nice....like the magnum part

very good,,nice story,,salute

MORON
(to the tune of "Big Weenie" by Eminem)

[Intro]
Don't treat me like an idiot
Who do you motherfuckers think you are?
Did you hear what the **** I just said? You did?
Well, answer me!

[Hook]
You're just really pissed off with me
Because I can think of things that you struggle to think of
Yet you're always going round putting up such a big front
Like a big ******* hard-on, hard-on
And you getting pissed off gets me really pissed off
But what pisses me off the most is that you won't let go
of all your envy and hate, and try to show me some real love
Because you're just a moron, moron

[Verse 1]
Why am I, surrounded by all these idiots?
Am I some kind of target for a criminal syndicate?
I have trouble comprehending this; even if I flipped a coin and it spun 
on my kitchen table, I still wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of it
Why does everyone have to be so overzealous?
Why are they always selfish? Why are they trying to make me jealous
just because they have biceps and strong hands and legs to stand on
and they work out at the local gym while they're wearing tampons?
I feel completely secluded, I'm really being excluded
These little dickheads are trying to make sure that I don't feel included
They see my disability as another thing for them to pick on
And when I say something smart, they take a swing at me with big arms
(*thud*)
..... And there I'd be, sprawled on the floor bawling
Snorting, coughing up blood, crawling on all fours
I don't understand their tendency to act hard and be all tough
But I don't think they're tough, I think that my good nature's just too much, because

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My instincts are not what they seem
They can give me bad signals, but I don't know what they mean
With all the trouble that I've seen, and all the tribulations that I've been through
Dealing with peer conflict has always been an issue
And it feels like this is gonna go on forever
Empowered by stupid-looking jerk-offs with harsh endeavors
Looking like gangsta rappers, walking hand in palm together
I swear they're all over the place just like ham and mozzarella
Look, what's wrong with them? They've lost their marbles
Blown their tops, they're off on one
They've flipped their lids, they can't control it
Don't it make them laughing stocks?
A bunch of cocks who walk like butter wouldn't melt right on their tongues
Try to talk with them:
Ill: "Hey, how's it going?" 
Asian: "Shut up, bruv!"
Ill: "What the hell? Is there a problem?" 
Asian: "Yeah, you! **** your Mum!"
Ill: "Hang on, there's no need for that!" 
Asian: "**** off, yeah? I'll punch you up!"
Ill: "Gee, I thought I had issues! Thank God I'm not one of you!
I'm better off hanging with my cousins and my aunties, dude!"

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I seem to be the only one who's got any common sense
These other morons can't seem to knock it on the head
I'm sure their behavior is causing the public a lot of stress
Right now, they're only concerned about how they want to dress
Just trying to knock their skulls together just sucks at best
And it's getting pretty disgusting like somebody's onion breath
Putting up a front is what they all love to death
But I think their fronts are already exposed, they're showing too much of them
Somebody comfort them
Because I don't think THEY know how to think, and it's quite upsetting
So is their mindless swearing
Their wild jeering and their violent cheering
Not to mention the eyeful stares that they give us as soon as we walk by that terrace
Why are they trying to scare us? They're not poltergeists
They're so full of it, like a steaming hot bowl of rice
I feel like the biggest pushover ever to hold the mic
Except I haven't got a mic, all I have is my bespoken pride
And I hold it tight like handlebars on a stolen bike
Whipping my metal chain about like a roller guy
I'm on an all-time high, yet I'm trying to get all these morons on my side
It's gonna take an awful while, but right now they're just .....

[Hook]

[Outro]
******* idiots

Love the whole **** but the hook is especially dope...good **** man

whose up for a nice friendly battle????

Start it up I'll be back in an hour

ight i'll set it up

ok hello, welcome to the afterlife
heres your bloody knife
if you look rite there you'll see i already killed your ugly wife
forget everything you said, with my lyrics i own this
i'll drop your dollar sign and leave you homeless
i was patiently waiting to blow up this lyrical bomb
after i kill you i'm going back for your mom
rite in front of your eyes i'm put your mom to the cross and nail her
drive a spike write through your ******* chest.... call me Vlad the Impaler
battling me your shits a disaster
cause in this battle there ain't no such thing as happily ever after
wrong choice battling me on this website
i took your mom before, just ask her what hell's like

lol respect.... man