Neverending Rap Battle

And the first thing that appears after the words "Bona fide"
Is the words, "in good faith".
IS THAT NOT WHAT I SAID!?

Looks like I'm done here guys. Goodnight!
Keep practicing

ur pompous, simple n generic

I can admit , I was wrong bout the words in latin in that context but correct as the page says , which ur using as ur reference of validity

so how strong is your arguement ?

initially u claimed to be about more ,then turned around an said all the cookie cutter **** other people say
ur whack as ****


n bragging about your dick size to a bunch of guys is bout as gay as it gets fagget , shut ya pie hole , I don't know u but if i did id slap the **** out of you for failing that abortion


I know people that dont rap with better lines then you , lil bitch ass running his mouth off , go catch it retard

Go back in the posts smart one I did rap

Ok since your giving us these suggestions im gonna give you a little constructive critism

1. You have the most basic one syllable rhyme schemes known to man
2. You have absolutely NO structure at all
3. You make no sense in the slightest bit "I'll put a pickle in your vagina"
4. Respect rappers of a higher quality than you
5. You have the vocabulary of a special needs 3rd grader
6. Change your name because you sound like you should be calling me when my on star gets activated

@ballertillIdie23
**** your rhymes,
I'm new to these times,
I ain't been rappin' long, but let me show you some lines.
"It's the American Way
To be American Gay
And to call each other faggots in a rap battle", you say?
Because I'm down from Britain
And I'm shittin' on and splittin'
the vocabulary rhyming couplet cretin omission.
And you can call me Killzone,
because it's tag I got from home,
for eradicating little ******'s
and then fuckin' with their mothers,
and then brother's been duckin'
from lyrics I'm using to take down rappers I've out grown.

Now, I'm not tryin'a sound legendary
but the big E's like Saurus, Dan and Mac, they just don't scare me!
All the lyrics I've heard them spit, they're just pathetic
and they sound exactly like yours, they're just synthetic!
You got other people to write your lines for you
while you sit around and wank, you disgraceful l'il whore you.
So now I'm done, I'll end you son,
because they amount a fucks anyone give for you is none.

Killzone
(PS. I'm new. Please give me feedback pn my ability?)

1.) one syllable rhymes are badass, everyone has different tastes
2.) I have 7x the structure of prof, everything he says is annoyingly strung together
3.) read that pickle line again, I said "hand me a dill" (which is a pickle). "Then pay the bill" (you were paying me money to put a pickle in your vagina). So you see, my lyrics go deeper then insulting people's parents and talking about failed abortions constantly, like professor.

Nice! Your structure is a lot like mine. When I first joined 3 days ago, people were pissin at me. Hope no one does the same to you!

Yeah pickles in vaginas is REALLY DEEP one syllable rhymes are stupid listen to any rapper even the shitty main stream ones they wouldn't dare to use one syllable rhymes and everything prof writes 1. Freestyled 2. Read it again the punches are a lot deeper than they look 3. You're not good so quit trying to make a case for yourself

That guy is long gone lol join the everyday people lol do not listen to oopan though lol ok

1. It's all filler (filler is just rhyming basically in rap battles you need punches)
2. Use multis it increases flow and sounds like you know what your talking about (a multi is rhyming more than just your last word ex. Demonic deeds, sonic speeds, neurologic needs)
3. This doesn't relate to skill but treat other rappers with respect or you won't get anywhere oh and I'm from America so go smoke a fag lol

Oh yes I forgot to mention all your punches hold no weight they are all generic

Finally some spaces!
On yo raps I see
Failed mc
Givin off HIV
Bitch please
Shake dem knees
I've got the keys
We'll ride along the trees
She agrees
Too bad you don't listen to me
You'd be
Rappin like
Flight of the bumblebee
I see!
You gotta pay a fee
To feel better than me
So nobody?
Damn right I'm da best
Time ta infest
Yo chest
With venom
An lend em
Some
Rum
Ya dum
Cum

Strenuously,
I remakin, fantasies
I've been to all these
Think yo a ray till, the mantra sees
Choppin weeds
With thought. My power exceeds
Those of these
He reads
But that ain't enough
Gotta be tough,
Ready to play rough
Enough!
I'll kill you an make sure you'll be stuffed.
Prof, I heard yo first failed abortion joke
Don't choke! Kiddin
I think yo best rap was yo first,
But then the expectency got worse
An worse an worse...

Lend me to hammer
Lend my heart
Speak of the devil
My rap's bout ta start

Cliffhanger bitch
Quick switch
Of the back hitch
Detach
Let go of the latch
Nice catch
Put it back on
I've almost won
I'll become
Number one!

The epitaph
And Lazarus
Both have warned us
The tomb safety
Is none
My turn I'm not good
I'm done
Murder my collegues.
Bring ya down to raw knees

Spit in yo face
Slow motion disgrace
To the human race
no trace
No grace
For the risen
And unforgivin
No longer livin
Talkin bout shivvin
Righteous demeanor
I'm gettin meaner
Fuckas I'll cut off yo weiner
She's missin, have yo seen her?
Be cleaner
Or I'll cut ya with my cleaver
Like Seether
I'm no believer
Yet I'm at the receiver
Waitin for a message
Frot extraterrestrial life
Only to cope with the strife
Despite
The knife
To take another man's life
His DNA
Is all over UCLA
Identified as a fake
Strange as the rake
For god's sake
I'm gonna toss the descoveries
Into the bottom of Loch Ness lake
I see a giant snake
No it's a beast!
At the least
I can't even see it as threat
Not yet
I can't let
The net
Catch
Yo fukkin wet
Rhymes an shet






So walk away
Or I'll make ya
Not a minute to late
To save ya
Love/hate
Right out of the gate
No prevention,
Comeback convention
Intervention
Ya take the bait.
So full of hate,
An envy
Well you'll see
Oopan can ready
His weapon
Ya little girl
An stand up, an say:

"**** the rap world"

Don't listen to monky. His one rap he's ever rapped was short and it fuckin sucked. And yes, pickles in your vagina, monky, isn't deep. Neither is anyone else's ****

Don't listen to them. For some reason, ever since I joined they Been hatin on me. C'mon, be a common exceptence. Don't be alone, like me, against this gang of rappers. All it is is criticisms on me anyway.

Lol yours would be short as **** too if you didn't make every other word it's own line

If you rap it out, it's still 3x longer as your rap. Quit bitching

Quality over quantity son

Fear the reaper clear ya speakers merely feeble don't be expectin perfection were just people 
We're all equals Suburban urban don't matter if u on **** creeks 
**** racism my lyrics are more than skin deep
My lip speaks and it barely makes a difference
Can't rake the chips in **** what ya Spitten 
Mothers pride on the other side of my dreams 
Scared rappin gonna make me a crime fiend 
Fuckin rhyme schemes seems like people think that's dead man 
not gonna say ill let the lead enter pez dispenser still Wont push the head back 
I'm no gun guy if I act like I am I'm liein easy
I ain't no damn shooter im Brian scalebrene 
But I'll never pass it off never rappin soft no bubble wrap in the package 
Dick in a **** straight up **** this crap stayin active 
Tryna grip nines I'll rip spines flow explained by science Menegitis sick mind 
Ill spit lines that break ya down to fractions 
Y'all think ya deaf from lack of crowd reactions 
Someone gets loud I'll smack him man I love rap 
Teen gangsters have to twist bottles to bust caps 
U don't gun clap and all of your music isn't impressive 
I know some real dudes like the professor can teach u a lesson 
Weed smokin trees blowin aint all that the game bout 
So to rap about it every verse is really getting played out 
 artists should rap till the lyrics blow your brains out 
I spit lyricism hear the wisdom clear ya system Ears I grip em spear nd rip em 
Spittin these lyrics so hot they melt mics and fires
Leave ya vegitative till your shelf life expires 
Tell Michael Myers To quit jackin my swag
Throw this pussy in the garbage now the cats in the bag 
I don't need to be blasting these triggers 
Cuz my bars can put you in a casket even quicker 
I ain't rappin for figures I'm leavin mcs on skid row 
Throwin up the time you got a sick flow 
Snap ya wrist bone I don't give a **** if I'm an asshole 
Cuz these other rappers are the ones with crap flows 
Wack rappers tryna say you'll clap me good luck wit that 
Y'all got tiny dicks and that's the only reason u **** wit straps 
I've had enough of that can't y'all just spit cuz ya love ta rap 
Or is It always gotta be about guns and stacks 
Well **** y'all homos I'm here to set the record straight 
To new school rappers rhymin like they in second grade 
Ain't the best ta date take that bitch lil Wayne and kick his face rip his braids 
Stomp that bitch in the ground so hard they CART HER 2 the morgue deceased 
Made the "best rapper alive" "Fly out" now get me a "receipt"
Rest in piece nah thats somethin imma save for a well etched mc like heavy D 
Don't mess wit me get wrecked in 3 ill battle any muphuka who steps to me 
Tyler the creator? Tryna say he's originol
Your a faggot rapper and your daddy ditched u bro 
I'll rip a flow hip hoppin I'm just a guy like Moses 
Guide u through the dark till the skylight opens 
Half the time y'all faggots ain't even writin for yourself 
Miami cannibals you guys always bitin someone else 
Y'all famous rappers really achein me 
Cuz I do this **** like its my ABC's 
Yo I be the ambidextrous achidemist aimin at ya apparatus 
Arsonal of analogies armed like automatics 
Awful atrocious I'm awesome so quote this 
Acidic artestry around my arteries rappin acidosis 
Autistic Arsonist artistic in all of this at the top ain't an argument 
Brains brawn break bonds **** basic bitches basically bring it 
Barkin ballistic dont ball with these bitches balk your just slippin on balls of feet ballet Break face leave u in a bad state 
Competition can't contemplate when i conjugate condensed complex these cadets can't count checks when their cash can only get cassettes 
To me that's a fuckin nursery rhyme 
I'll hurt ya mind with a verse or line 
Curve ya spine y'all ain't sportin good music lately 
Im Attackin rappers till they runnin back for safety 
Mathematic rap tactics mcs get subtracted 
Algebra addict The answer to this game 
The missin number equations ain't ever gon be the same 
Son I leave an mc scared
2 mics minus the I cuz I'm an mc squared 
A true mc's rare come at me get deceased in a second kid 
Talkin bout gettin hoes bro your the reason that theres lesbians 
Tryna represent I'll beat ya down till your brain dead just nothing 
My flows nastier than the hoes you claim that your ******* 
Drakes ass is suckin tryna end your career just ask me 
Old school will put you in a wheelchair just like Degrassi 
Mic messiahs the name son dont wear it out 
Or ill grab your vocal chords and tear em out 
Hip hop won't die no matter what we'll still drop scripts
The guys missin from rap son were the milk box Kids

Long enough?

Without a bone to find ill close your eyes like your less potent rhymes 
Cuz you put me to sleep Muphuka deactiveate brain function 
Like when I got the blade runnin and it straight cuts him 
Come to my house do it make an altercation 
Hope you can blame intoxication when ya face is on the pavement 
I'll knock you the **** out then choke you with lethal sedatives 
Cuz your rhymes are so bitch I feel like I'm literally reading estrogen 
Cerebral injections kid that rap sucked cuz I don't put in the Effort for you 
I mean look at Bambi he's drunk off his ass and still rhymes better than you 
Head severed in two have you ever heard of a rhyme scheme?
Tai chi, high knees, crime spree, spine leaves, you can't beat me son fuckin try me 
Man don't come at me with soft writtens this is god spittin leave you aw stricken I spit non fiction man don't even talk to me 
Actin like ya gonna box with me 
you rhymed dill and hill 
wow your a god emcee with rhyming schemes 
You come in here faggot just another guy rappin nonsense bastard 
Virgin pussy got nothin to hit like an on deck batter 
I'm a god sent rapper the **** youre writing is the stuff I freestyle 
You'd never get on an mp3 file With that fuckin weak style 

Release the grip and plead the fifth so peace exists instead of screaming **** 
Why do exile the good ones we love 
Cuz when push comes to shove they the people who took guns for us 
They don't look once and run they were there to the end 
Someone who made you scared to depend cuz u thought her vision was impaired like the rest 
Those who cause and perform repairs to the chest can hurt you the most 
Words stings so much to repeat them would burn through ya throat 
Gotta learn to get Close but also gotta straight learn to forget 
Before you end up putting blade curves to ya neck 
I mean people ending **** over sentences and past references 
Don't mean to be a pessimist but you ever think of cuttin the cord 
Release all the peeps who don't want you and find something that's yours 
I've got music, im reaching to kids in the night breathless with a knife necklace teaching life lessons in a mic session 
Are you gettin the right message? Imma straight tell you why im up in the booth 
Never drift from someone who means something to you 
Life's about the people, the ones who skipped on sleep they never left
The ones who helped you at your worst to see you at your best 
The ones who love you for who you are not a material possession
Venereal progression or imperial p-p-presence 
Did I st-st-stutter? Sorry imma tad bit emotional 
But life man it's disposable so imma be that kid thats quotable 
But really we don't know what we have until it's gone so hold it close 
They can leave but if they come back then they know it's home