neva endin rap

Sorry, I hate both rap and excessive use of foul language . . .

Honestly, there is tooooo much rap on this forum... go kill yourself, rap sucks. Noone cares you think your black and your rhymes are whack. I'm with Mouse. Boycott Rap!!!

Boycott Rap . . . I should get that on a teeshirt . . .

u dont like rap go **** urself
cuz its ovious u got nothin else...to do
u think rap is crap cuz ur old n livin in denile n u no its true
u think u achieved somethin u achieved nothin but a fight
wit the boogeyman who makes things go bump in the night
u shouldnt have said **** just kept it in ur head
this is the music i love n live for n u gonna tread..all over it
no i dont think so not as long as im the **** n dont give a **** bout nething
im a killa b u go against me n u'll feel my lyrical sting
so next time u open ur mouth to say something think
boycott rap take that **** n throw it down the sink
cuz nobody wanna hear it
n if u dont i'll take ur legs out from under u n make u trip
land on a bed of nails
cuz im from the future n ur boycott rap **** fails

hmm, intelligent response, that. Can't beat facism for winning people over.

im just sayin stay out the battlin rooms wit that boycott rap **** nobody wanna hear it

There's like 7 of these wtf. You'd think one was enough but no you have to **** up the whole section with them.

diablo my beef aint wit u
butchu want it u gonna get
i got other prolems right now but i'll get back at ya nigga

el-diablo
ima hack ur legs yo
make ya fall on ur face
go back to ya moms n tell her u a disgrace
tell her scraps told u he told u good
he told u to quit actin like u from the hood
this silly faggit dont like chics
i heard he likes dick men wit ponytails n lipstick
im fo real dont give a ****
wat o shits like this
southside is where im from
u got beef hit me on tha streets wit a badge n a gun
**** the mask im comin through wit a black mask
scraps is goin ta put ya to the test dont care that diablo was born wit breasts

told ya u wannabe nigga

Now dont talk about things that you don't understand
Like living in the hood and bein a man
I sit here and regret even today
That I was born in the **** ghetto of East L.A.
Cause I never wanted to grow up and live that way
Where the drug dealers were elementary school teachers
And there was a fight every other fuckin day
This wasn't some dream-land or gangsta's paradise
It was a land of debasement, lost hope, and vice
I mean I had my own fvckin grandmother shot
By some drug fuckin dealer when she called the cops
On his ass for selling crack and pot
To some elementary schoolchildren that lived down the block
That's not the way the world's meant to be
People shouldnt end up in graveyards for doing the right thing
I thank god my mother and me
Could find a way to pack up our **** and finally leave
I can't change where I was born
But I would change where I lived
So I'm sick of these "gangstas" and nieve "thugs"
Who never set foot in the ghetto the slums or the hood
But think that you ain't "real" till you lived in that ****
Well lemme tell you what, there aint nothin to be proud of it
It's a lost cause and sadly so are its people
They get sucked into an image that's far beneath them
You want the hood? Go live in one, poser
There's nothing special or "real" about havin no hope
And you have to escape it all by smokin some dope
Cause teh world sucks, your job sucks, and so does your life
Your only alternative is drugs and crime
And pickin' another one is just riskin' your life
So get the fcuk away; you don't even know what it's like
Don't talk about **** you haven't experienced in life.


I don't rap, but i sure as hell put up a better one thatn you guys.

u think u tha only 1 whos got it tough
had it rough
gettin shot at everyday in tha hood n had enough
call me a poser take that **** n drown in it
i grew up in tha streets and tha gangstas were tha teacha
where ur life in tha ghetto depended on how tha streets treatchya
were if some1 wanted u dead it didnt depend
cuz every1 trusted their buddy more than their friend
southside where killin ppl became a trend
but i stayed loyal to tha street n loved her more than my moms
never turned my back on her cuz i new she could drop bombs
u tha poser that dont no wat it feel like
to have a hot gun on ur waist n blood on ur shoe cuz ur some1 from ur own crew
went n said tha wrong **** ta u
but i do
n no matta how much i hate i gotta love
tha only words that my dad told me when i get hit tha ****
when i get shot in tha hood to get tha **** up
i must be havin extasy trips cuz i can feel tha world turnin
im so hood when i have flash backs i can feel tha shells burnin
some say scraps dun lost his mind
cuz in tha ghetto i'll shoot ya in broad day light run n toss tha 9
sex money n murda niggaz gotta eat
but ppl like u tryin ta ban us in tha street

neva say i aint hood again im done wit u

somebody battle me

so theres nobody that wanna battle

u stinkin up the forum like a wino on the bus
talkin' all kinds of **** but there ain't no fuss
becuz I flow like a tsunami
and you flow like diarrhea
and you know my style is sicker
than your mamma's gonnorhea
Won't waste breath on the hip-hop hating pussies
Rock n' roll is dead just like your dated excuses
Turn your **** up try to drown out the sound
but I sunk your battleship and you're going down

u want some of scraps, ok
u claim u from tha south homie~so that means u can come to my house n i'll punch u in tha mouth
u fuckin wit the chief of this bitch~**** a vest homie u gonna need somethin to protect ur neck
cuz when i spit these bars~ im aim'n to show u some dis-respect
i doubt u got enuff nuts ta follow through wit ya words~punch this faggit in tha throat n all that tough talk turn into slurs
i aint even bring'n it my hardest homie~im jus slightly tap'n u
cuz actually dude u dont even deserve tha same attention wack rappers do
i dont no u~n speakin like this is jus like im smackin u
n oh **** next he'll claim he packin to~like ima be scared of a 1 inch faggit
i couldn't imagine beatin tha **** out a 10 yr old boy~never mind it jus happened

u can't imagine beatin'
a ten year old boy
but u at the neverland ranch
playin with toys and
bangin little kids
like michael jackson
then write down some bullsh*t
and call it rapping

so what I'm gonna do
with this phony scraps here
infecting the funk like
a hooker's pap-smear
i smoke u like pack
of camel filters
piss on your ashes
and bang your sister
u ain't packin heat
you packin ****
biting your pillow
and suckin dick
I'm fuckin sick
of kickin fakers to the curb
u #1 on my list of perps
jizz stains on your shirt
yer girl's on the phone
telling me she's hurt
I take her to sizzler
tap that ass for dessert

ok!**** jus got serious tha beef starter is back
cuz if gargamel cuold sound nemore like a retard...he's jus that
blah, blah, blah, blah~thats all i read through this cats rap
he on micheal's dick wit both lips goin strong wit no cap
dawg let me reiterate~this is a muthafuck'n rap circle
not hop on somebody's nuts~n become their wife named murdle
u got murdered~**** ima hurt'm worse than that
u pussy~threw u a punch n all u could do is curse me back
here!how bout i let my guard down n let u try n diss me
cuz right about now im done wit this pussy, like clinton on mrs lawinski

this pussy couldnt rhyme if i had a gun to his head~jus stop dude save urself some embarrassment

so who wants ta get murt next

so nobody up for tha challenge