bored no nigga a test!! mc high time freestyle...
I Mc high time I rap all the time dont need to prove I can rhyme/
Proved myself, time after time Grippin mics like Heinekens/
Who want me to rhyme again? /
You could never expire the fire within/
Killin me with a gun is easy, try a pen/
For the use it was intended I don't like to be the one to start the drama nigga/
But I know how to end it/
Kill yourself I'll take the credit - get it?/
You see that way; things couldn't work out more pleasant/
Not comin near ya cause bitch you're a pesant/
**** yo a hippodrome that carnt aford a mobile/
Hit ya wit the nine now bitch is immobile/
Paralysed u see ya life before ya eyes/
Now it rap u despises wishin u never lived ya life of lies/
An stuck to makin french fries, with ya guys/
Now ya carnt even move need a carer to help u eat food/
To conclude this bitch u screwed it bitch/
I didn't even flinch or mantic when ya sed Ur ****/
Laughin at this nigga cause he still thinks he was born though a seed
Now im ready to blast and make you bleed/
In high double-digits I go back to the essence/
Leave my rhymes behind so you can use em for lessons/
Like a new Revelations chapter/
You aren't moving at all, bitch an im like a rapter/
Sick messiah like I'm David Koresh/
You done picked the wrong nigga to test/
U thinks ya the best when nigga I spit over 100 bars in one brethe/
Comin down on ya like the black death/
Like that white boi got killed in macbeth/
Now I make emcee spit **** bars/
Give them several different medical scars/
Bust any nigga off faster than Japan an that disease SARS/
Iv spat loads of rap on this site no of it the same/
Nigga I half cast top of the rap game/
I like a superstar merc u off wit a couple of bars/
Im the wrath that u afraid of push u down the path of death/
Like u walkin the plank nigga take a breath/
Cut u off eat ya flesh, biblical **** don't matter/
Somone told u, u good! **** nigga must have been wacker/
Im like don't flatter/
No nigga adapts to my unique style/
Iv spat a few bars all wannbes run a mile/
U got less brains than a fly that sits on a **** pile/
Mc high time respectin the few proper emcees in the room aiite peace out
My dick smells like lipstick perfume and grass/
But yours is always smellin' like a homo's ass/
I **** models and real queens/
You **** drag-queens in porn scenes/
Coz your thrill is a cheap ho, but mine is a lexus/
And you hate to admit it, but your bitch likes to sex us/
I drive the latest mercedes, see turbo-engine kit/
Take a look at your three wheeled, three-buck piece of Jap-****/
I got twenty-four inch rims, and you out givin' rim-jobs/
time 4 me 2 rip chuck
rappin is sumthin u aint good at/i think ur better bein a hood rat/u come 2 the aid of thetruth cuz he gave u a buttfuck/or maybe he gave u a dick suck/u 2 make me sick now i wanna upChuck/u got mercd off the mic by ummie55/he made sure ur hopes of becomin a good rapper weren't alive/u can't handle his skill so don't pop off 2 me/sayin u straight outta compton like u from N.W.A/then how come when u hear guns poppin u run away/this kid sayin he got tools and he's a killer/only tools he got are the ones like bob the builder/u can't see me like i'm in the woods in camo/if u respond back u better have extra ammo/u spit **** but u still pretty cocky/i'll knock u out of battle rappin like i'm Rocky/i'll bust ur head like u got hit wit a hammer/this bitch spittin stupid **** like nelly's country grammer/u think u a G ridin in a bulletproof hummer/meanwhile u get ur ass kicked all summer/i don't think i've seen an mcee dumber/i could kill u wit a lead pipe like i'm a plumber/u aint hard u as soft as ice cream/when it comes 2 havin skill in this game 4 u that's a dream/u in my way u got caught in my infrared beam/if u wanna see ur friend truth he's in the graveyard/i'll kill u like u was in braveheart/i run in the club and shoot it up wit my ak/and u got hit wit almost all my spray/i got so much skill i could kick a freestyle everyday/u right though u do got a debt 2 pay/2 every mcee that killed u in everyway/and 2 ur pimp that tries 2 pimp u off everyday/thetruth aint ur friend he just usin u like a shield/2 block all the shots from the guns i wield/when u see my escalade rollin through ur hood u betta yield/poppin off at the mouth got u caught in my crosshair/u came 2 the rap game and got lost there/u went 2 the fight klub and got booed off stage/cuz u were up there readin **** page 4 page/i'll slaughter u and have u lookin like a mummie/i should make a book 4 u called battle rappin 4 dummies/u so fat u can't even fit through the st.louis arch/the only way u'll be hard is if u get sprayed head 2 toe wit starch/if u a blood i'll have 2 heat u up/when it comes 2 battle rappin u always get beat up/i bombed u like it's world war 2 and u japan/when it comes 2 battle rappin u need a helpin hand/so go back 2 compton and watchin peter ran/he says he from compton i bet he'd say he met game/and then he sucked his dick 4 a little bit of fame/u goin down in this game like u the titanic/u won't admit it but my ryhmes put u in a panic/
yo all your guys **** was tight man, you ripped on the chuck taylor, I don't even need to spit something to him...He dead already... or should I?
go ahead and rip him dr eyk
aight check this out chuck taylor...
theTruth needed help, so he brought some kid named chuck taylor/
my rymes are so sick, you gonna need your inhalor/
why would you wanna step, then spit a gay verse/
you getting killed by real emcees, you'd think it was a curse/
it's true i am the next doctor of rap, your just my nurse/
tha'ts the same as being my bitch, you'll never see that in reverse/
i'm always on top of my game, that's never gonna change/
my rymes make you crazy, plain out deranged/
you couldn't pop a good ryme, if I gave you a week like I did Truth/
you only 15, **** i'm slaughtering a kid who's still a f*cking youth/
don't worry this kill well be quick, simple and clean/
don't come with a good rap, till you hit the age of 18/
with lyrics like this, it'a making you jump around like a jumpin bean on a trampoline/
the only pussy you get, are the ones you see on your computer screen/
talk about you staight outta compton, bitch you straight up frontin/
you spit nothing, i'll shoot you and say i was huntin/
they wouldn't say ****, cause I did the world a favor, I eneding another wannabe rappers life/
this guy is so stupid, instead of packing a nine, he packs a butter knife/
why would you back theTruth, you must be kidding right/
were dropping so much lyrics on you and truth, you two are used as our bomb sites/
here you go, didn't want to make it long because he was already killed, so what up now..
one question, Why would people reveal info that's just gonna back fire on them, like telling us their age or some ****..... they dont realize there killin them selves....
bored so i spit this to theTruth and Chuck Taylor....
this ryme is so good, it's putting you two to death/
i'lll make like shakspeare and kill you like macbeth/
suprise you still running your mouth, and you aint out of breath/
your rap styles warp, it's overated/
translated, that means you need to update it/
your style sucks, get back on your deffence, cause your offence is dence/
ryming like you do make any sence, rapping isn't a hobbie, it's a sixth sence/
I put my whole arm up your moms Pussy shes so loose/
your rap was wack, like a rejected book from mother goose/
dont know who i am, then i'll have to reintoduce/
names dr_eryk and i'll **** you up worse then a crack addict living through drug abuse/
on this forum, i've been battling kids who think there adults/
they only get them selves hurt when their coming with 4 grade insults/
I crush my opponents like a little maggot/
theTruth and taylor are 15 year old Faggots/
that's the only way them two plan on getting laid/
ridin homo parrades, they wont admit their affraid/
this isn't no arcarde, before you cam into this battle, im surre hoped you prayed/
i'll blow you two up like a hand grenade, then you'll soon fade/
them two thought they were moving up, but they were only fallin/
you guys aint going no where, in otherwords your stallin/
last rap i'm spitting to you, just to show you there's no chance of you livin/
receiving doesnt hurt, i merced you two, thats' what i'm giving/
you couldn't talk **** to me, if iw as standing two feet away/
your lines have a cliche? lmao bitch that's childs play/
just to stp that **** agianst theTruth and taylor
nice freestyles that bitch is dead
thanks man. your was tight... I'm still trying to figure out how you come up with so much original ****.... I mean you come hard with the punchlines
thanks i got more punches than a boxer
yo wassup its the professor ive been in jail for a while but now im back
i took a sabitical
the fact is im ill
ive come back with tactics that kill
i wont miss you when i diss you '
and it rips through your facial tissue
dont misuse words there not meant to be abused
choose carefully what you have to say
im a vicous as cassius clay
more malicous then the devil
leave you sleeping with fishes below sea level
a maniac braniac ready to react
with a battle axe of facts
resulting in heart attacks
youll be bleeding out your crack
well im feeding you exlax
extractin your digestive track out your anus
i never use the same diss that'll make me famous
my cusses burn you to dust
make you spontaneous combust
line your body with chalk
youll be convulsing from shock
no blood pulsing so you cant talk
what i spit is sicker than a clitorous
infected with sipholous
what emit comes from the mind of recidisist
slit your wrists
no you start to feel rigamortis
leave you double fisted
im sedistick and twisted
your just a dipstick
wearing lipstick
its typical when i slice through your clavicle with a sickle
blood trickles to the floor pouring out your orphasis
quickly chop your knees youll be a dwarf from my disses
the law is mucked
it can get f****d
even when your legit they hate ya
my tempers shorter than a migit waiter
my jaws stronger than an alliagator
here's my analysis im the diss annilateor
my metaphoric
is prehistoric
my spray is cloric acid eating u away
i just kick back watching your body decay
but yo im out thats it for today
lol, more then a boxer, you probably do it shows, I can't come up with as many punches as you, i tried, for me its hard to think of **** like that..
people are stupid they see wat i do 2 others and they still call me out
the same thing wit u ur a great mc but people still call u out
lmao that's true man... and they always call me out...dunno why? so i have to try my best when i kill themlol jk
one of us will probablly make it into the rap industry
**** that would be tight if one of us did, I'd probaly come back to get you and sign you cause your mad rapper, you rip it up when you rap..
game is nasty he did a 300 bar freestyle dissin g-unit
Step the **** up...
Yo, its time for eryk and quik kid to take the fall,
Cuz you better recognize that TheTruth owned you all,
Dumb f***s is spittin at me like I'm new to this,
Better Stand Up cuz your punch lines are Ludacris,
Eryk and his wordplay, I easily kicked your fagget ass,
And motherf***in quik kid, still writin in paragraphs,
Are you trying to hide something? Or are you just a heretic,
You just don't want us to see that your flow's as bad as Eryk's is,
This dumb b**** has 200 posts and still can't do it right,
He's gonna get his ass kicked then say he threw the fight,
I asked you to get ONE judge besides the two of you,
And you STILL do it yourself and keep on movin through,
Look at theprofessor, he's right there and you still refuse,
You could ask him to judge, or are you afraid to lose?
You ignored his rap, cuz he's got skill and you won't have it,
Afraid again, cuz you know he'll drop you like a bad habit,
I've been doin the real **** while you fudge your way,
Now step the f*** up cuz now its judgement day,
If rhymes were money, you'd be havin snacks for lunch,
Neither one of you could spit just 10 bars and pack a punch.
Eryk and quik kid...10 bars each. theprofessor proved he's got skills. He'll judge.
And quik kid, howbout we try writing the REAL way this time. Eryk, there's some more wordplay for ya...dumbass...
