Neverending Rap Battle II

I'm not saying I was great back then (I was total ****) But I liked thug's raps better. Quik was a legend.

Diss to professor even though he hasn't been here for a while
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Prof, i know that your raps may be extensive/
But nobody would think your raps are offensive/
You have a freaking page of words and shitty rhymes/
And i'll tell you prof, it's nowhere near the prime/
Mess with me now, i'll put you in a coma/
Kick your ass from here to Oklahoma/
I know how you were back then, you were never big/
You look like a wimp so no chick would ever dig/
You think you're a professor so you try to use big words/
But everybody knows that your rhymes are absurd/
So stop acting like you ran the site/
Deal with it prof, cuz you can't even write/
You try to pretend you were big, because you want attention/
I'm the professor now and i'm giving you detention/
Your raps are ****, they ain't even fuel/
So now I have to take the professor into his own school/

irish fuk off u r ****
this is the last post im a send u
coz ur rhymes are slipping
u dont know **** bout bar spitting
n u bitin my lyrics!

i said "ima smash u down like the berlin wall"
u said " break u down like the wall of berlin" or summin
now dont tell me that is a coincidence

if any 1 got sum real heat to spit im up 2 battle em
so spit ur **** if u got it if not dont waste my time

aight everyone im out for 2 weeks. ill be back lata but just get at me if you ever wanna battle. superfly726 thats my SN... dont do too much when im gone

aight im back
ready 2 attack
ur weak whak flow
dat area a no go
u think its gone
think this battles done
it aint won
gimmie da mic i aint even begun
im here standin solitairy, stationairy livin alone
dont need no one like al copone no irish mafia u aint the one
im da don afta me rap is done, dat day u all gonna cry
u livin a lie lettin sick rhyme pass u by
**** i fly heat rises
pull rabbits from pussys not hats n dat surprises
u talkin bout multis finkin u no summin i dont
keep squakin pussy u sinkin finkin im cummin i wont
not ova non a yaull u fake easy to break like codes i listen n decipher
its a fun game keep rappin but quieter i gotta think about my next step
n conquest. neva do i rest keep goin i stake claim as the best
im a phenomenon like da earth was once flat i was once whak too
but now im movin up glad i aint u
so this is to every dreamer on da globe
im a shine like da sun
u gonna flash out like a strobe
then like will smith haters ll switch
n **** their mates like hikers theyll hitch
but im comin back to haunt u like a nervous twitch bitch
no ****
i neva try n act bigger than i am
but unlike pac i aint lil, battlin lions
ima take u to real life
fuk i live in zion
i know who i am where im from i luv my mum got respect
hate on me n yo bones i collect like debts
in yo dreams im that hot sweat
im gon come get ya like da grim reeper
fuk u diggin ur own graves n they keep gettin deeper
when i get sighned u still b street sweeper
oi u gay swap sides of ur sleeper


fuk i was just bored probly chatted **** ,fuk it submit
my mates jus come out of prison so obviously ive been out n got fucked
ad a mint nite, yesi !

oh yeah 4 i 4get irish y u so childish i sed u tryna ACT SUPERIOR!
not that u are this aint a game of i know u r usaid u r so what am i babe

Lol @ Mcee fya.


Ok, i'll just spit a quick verse.

ASK ME FOR EXPOS.

It's Blatant, you're jealous.. My "Heat" is what you Desire..
You couldn't have a "Hot-Bar", setting Chocolate-On-"Fya"!!!
You said "Pass Me The Mic". We're in a text battle, fool!
I'll kick a "Beat".. ok, just peep, me verses YOU! (haha)
You truly are **** mate, you've never seen a chicks-face..
You know you're meant to see the girl, when you're on a "Blind-Date".. (lol)
Fall The **** Back.. Before I blow this bitch..
I don't do love songs, yet I still make "Ne-Yo"-Sick! (smh)
But yo, i'll step it down.. cause my rhymes to you seem so hot..
well, with a "team of snipers", you couldn't beat me, by a "Long-Shot!" (OWNED)
Face it, you will never be **** kid, just cease the fiction..
You've even got balls on your chin, like "peter Griffin"[/i]..
But yo, i'll end this quick, and please, don't ask for votes you fag..
Or i'll leave your face bloodier, than a "Maxi-Pad!"

Lol, quick verse, about 10mins.
Ask for Expo's, sorry for no multis, didn't think this kid could handle it.

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right
wot the fuk wos that? u cudda wudda shuda spat
summin dat will make me react
dat was summin i dont wanna re-inact
now how can i spit this
but still keep ur brain in tact?
u cant flow with tact ur tactics are played
u got ADHD? boi behave
i come with force im a wave
u aint got no board the net is my play pen i play with u hores
i got ill flows like sars spores got masks to ur faces
i creep thru da airwaves n penetrate every spaces
ur an air head like i drive u crazy
knok u out like chloroform
then spit at u hot **** str8 frm da dome
u runnin around scramin
im chillin at home
u want sum talent i got loads come get some
dumb diggity dumb
ur rhymes r so numb
i couldnt even feel em
if u stuk em up my bum....hole
i rip ur soul from ur body
n leave u rockin
nautiously like noddy ur ride so shoddy
u cud be a caddy fink ur the daddy?
fink again
im sure u can rap but the question is when
im rure u cant write
im sure im right
u makin me drowsy
night

hold on wat da fuk is '1. hahahahahahaha im lafin my ass off u a sik laf

Infared vs Mcee Fya


Infared's Verse ::

It's Blatant, you're jealous.. My "Heat" is what you Desire..
You couldn't have a "Hot-Bar", setting Chocolate-On-"Fya"!!!
You said "Pass Me The Mic". We're in a text battle, fool!
I'll kick a "Beat".. ok, just peep, me verses YOU! (haha)
You truly are **** mate, you've never seen a chicks-face..
You know you're meant to see the girl, when you're on a "Blind-Date".. (lol)
Fall The **** Back.. Before I blow this bitch..
I don't do love songs, yet I still make "Ne-Yo"-Sick! (smh)
But yo, i'll step it down.. cause my rhymes to you seem so hot..
well, with a "team of snipers", you couldn't beat me, by a "Long-Shot!" (OWNED)
Face it, you will never be **** kid, just cease the fiction..
You've even got balls on your chin, like "peter Griffin"..
But yo, i'll end this quick, and please, don't ask for votes you fag..
Or i'll leave your face bloodier, than a "Maxi-Pad!"



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Mcee Fya's Verse ::

wot the **** wos that? u cudda wudda shuda spat
summin dat will make me react
dat was summin i dont wanna re-inact
now how can i spit this
but still keep ur brain in tact?
u cant flow with tact ur tactics are played
u got ADHD? boi behave
i come with force im a wave
u aint got no board the net is my play pen i play with u hores
i got ill flows like sars spores got masks to ur faces
i creep thru da airwaves n penetrate every spaces
ur an air head like i drive u crazy
knok u out like chloroform
then spit at u hot **** str8 frm da dome
u runnin around scramin
im chillin at home
u want sum talent i got loads come get some
dumb diggity dumb
ur rhymes r so numb
i couldnt even feel em
if u stuk em up my bum....hole
i rip ur soul from ur body
n leave u rockin
nautiously like noddy ur ride so shoddy
u cud be a caddy fink ur the daddy?
fink again
im sure u can rap but the question is when
im rure u cant write
im sure im right
u makin me drowsy
night


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Score : 0-0

Infared - 0
Mcee Fya - 0


Vote Fairly.

PS. Mcee Fya is a bitch

i know im a bitch
it aint my fault
i was born like this
i got it from my farther ya c
he must passed down the a** hole gene 2 me

but live n let live
get over it or die

ok heres for any one who wanna hate:

i watch you fall to the floor ya blood all over the car-pet// (carpet)
heart-slit, unlike all yall who hate makin beef ima start-it//
you have ya own busines... droppin-off-crack//
im poppin-off-macs, im droppin these wanna be macks//
im gushin-ya-spleen, bit by bit crushin-ya-dreams//
till then pain becaoms soft then harder and harder//
people cant trust me with siccors im worse than a drunken barber//
yea use that old excuse "oh im rusty-today"//
but im crazy they cant trust-me-with-blades//
cuz once i see somethin sharp i just gotta grab-it//
and stab-it into the nearest faggit//
and tellin the truth i really dont care who had-it-last//
ima stab-it-fast in your ass then grab-your-cash//

GTG

I bust another raw verse cus these pricks can't learn,
Tryna battle me, its a dead end, like you took a wrong turn,
I got a dying quiet storm on me constantly breezing,
Like every verse hes composing seems to be constantly easing,
Mothafucka your the quiet storm, I'm the loud storm,
Your lyrics are dead and decaying, like your mother in her foul form,
Matter of fact I'm a dig up her corpse and rob her family trinkits,
Expose her malnurished vagina and happily fist it,
B!tch you supposed to be scaring me like chills?
I'm like a final destination and death is inevitable so L.A.S better script their last wills,
Storm you bite off more than you can chew,
So I make an example out of you and that faggy L.A.S crew,
Five faggits make up the lyrical assassins,
Hopping on each other dicks for a session of gay bashings,
Then Infared comes up in the spot and claims to be the best,
I saw your MSN display, you look like you were concieved through incest,
It's ******* disgusting,
Picture your mother and your brother lusting,
It's like your blind or somethin, four bars on this site don't murder ****,
In fact you sound like **** when you try to spit,
And don't compare verses for votes, I'll merk you off when I see fit.

lol emjay ill battle you considerin your lines are so predictable lol
you want me too go first? or you go first?

lol ill beat you right now:

you laugh thinkin thas funny boi im feelin-ya-wife//
and weildin-this-knife before i know it im stealin-your-life//
concealin-the-light, now sit down before i smack-that-face-up//
you claim LAs are faggits anythin to back-this-case-up?//
no? didnt think so you have nowhere else to turn//
ill beat you to the ground then sell your urn//
after this ill make you think it fun-to-be-dead//
puttin guns-to-ya-head and fillin ya lungs-full-of-lead//
im drunk and i got a jagged knife where should i put-it?//
you must be dirty while else would i be showerin you with bullets?//
i dont care if you a cat ill destroy all of 9 lives
now shut up cuz i just owned you in 12 lines//

LOL WAT YOU THINK OF LAs NOW PUNK!!
JUDGE BATTLE EVERY1

lol i messed up on the 11th line i tried to edit but it woudnt let me.....wtever judge that battle

ne 1 wan battle?

was your 11th line supposed to be

"i dont care if you a cat ill destroy all of 9 lives
now shut up cuz i just owned you in 12 lines// "

cause if so, that's how it came up anyway... lol.

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o yea lol i guess it did work.... so any1 wat yall think of my rhyme to emjay?

nice rhyme hitman

2 emjay n any1else hatin on da LA's
haters ur beef is all the same
mmmn dam delicious
throw u like a frizbie 2 my dogs
they vicious
da heavy weights turn ur world upside down
lyrical assasins r spittin rounds
with da lyrics im spittin i shud be spittin pounds
stead a vowels, constinents n nouns
we keep movin like a snow plow
coz we got da know how
yeah we know how
2 knock u da **** out
assasinate u like ur name kennedy
hitman finga on da trigger itchin 2 get at thee
got quiet takin u by storm
keepin LA on top form
5 keepin ya live
we cud just as easily take ur life
coz we dont dwell on trouble n strife
we go thru trials n come out wiv tribulations
assasinating emcees in every nation
its so easy, aint even concentratin
just contemplatin ur demise
so back off haters
just a word from tha wise
before u get a surprise
coz bitten lyrics just come back n bite u in ur ass
what goes around comes around
like rumors in class
n im gonna see thru ur alias mask
its fya da arsonist burnin ya back
n when i giv u da 3rd degree (burns) u gonna remember that

An Oad To Hitman J


king jay ripped u, and u know it, homie, u got KILLED IN ACTION,
but its my turn now, its over, u going to get FILLED WIT RAP SH**,
the THRILL of the KILL, ill FILL ya with SKILL, and leave u SHRILL,
take a CHILL PILL, my rap style will just leave u plain ILL,
i PACK SNITCHES, killin RAT BITCHES
i STASHED MILLIONS, cuz of my raps, im THAT RICH BITCH
alright, im done, ill finish u here, and just leave u DEMINISHED,
you'll never beat my crew, we will always make it a FINISH