Neverending Rap Battle II

irish i jus beat ur ass
and i am proud to be english i dont wanna be any one but me

trick master

only trick you can do is pretend to be a rapper
and pray for the day to be like me the master
my rhymes cause disasters like a bomb blast i leave u crumbled like plaster, you preach like a pastor who has never been to church, youre right that was quick but it didnt hurt. if thats pain my nerves must be senceless coz im still here rappin relentless wivout an incentive just the passion to write down my anger n spit at you from every fukin angle, coz when your heads in the clouds damn right im a bring u down. evey fukin rapper gonna feel my wrath im a throw you like a baby in a boiling hot bath so raise your hannds higher for mcee fya have ya caught up in my lyrical barbed wire prior to this diss embrace ur rhyme like a kiss yep a kiss to my ass coz u feedin for tips like columbine staff

Oh and fya for the sake of the group I'm not gonna talk **** but vicelords GD all of them can blow me.

Wow your an idiot. thats cool your from the west imfromMI and I bet i've seen more friends get the led pumped in their chest don't you never rest where I'm from I'm more gangster then you'll ever be thats why if you seen me the world would watch you run son listen to your father now you fat eminem wannabe dont dare even think you gonna spit.

wot?

Just a spit
From 98 to 2003 I smoked weed daily from a gravity piece
and Honestly it probly got too a point
10 hits barley got me lifted, **** joints
Use to light up in the car with my boys on back roads
and back then blunts was the choice
wrapped in a moist wrap from a pack of phillys
Blast the wrap as we would pass it back
But when the weeds Running lack
What ever you, What ever you see
Don't be the one who ****(s) with me
I see you when you see me
Even when im creepin
But for some reason you people Don't **** with me
Shoulda been arrested shoulda been in prison
But i abuse the system so police Don't **** with me
But everything i do is got me feelin like a criminal
The guns that i want
To the pills that i do
Punks that i bust
To the chicks that i screw
Im hopin that i know what Im doin
And i know I can do it cuz i know what there doin too
You know you'd be doin what i'm doin
If you knew what I was doin and how I do it

lil menphis
u jus made me wanna rite

believe im goin crazy, some one me, come an amaze me, daddy raise me, you cant phase me, im still the same g, i double f to the, A R D, and i bin doin yhis for years, u just didnt hear me, didnt see me, so dont come near me, you betta fear me, now im goin higher than ive ever been before, makin money now i want more, im evil down to the core, im crazy smokin an drinkin on the daily, weed is a relaxant i inhale, all hail ya queen, like elizabeth i dont need a king to ad some garnish to tha hot **** i bring, better than a zing, er burger i swear im gonna murder irish supafly proff and trik they think im a guy i'll fukin show yaull dick when i shove it down ya throat n sink u like boats cover u wiv coats u cant even afford body bags but dont worry i'll buy em to cover my swag smoke4 u all in a drag

Memphis who the **** do u think you are
if i messed with you, you would bear the scars
you rap about getting high and acting like a thug
you a poser bitch, you've probly never really done a drug
and no, bitch, you don't know what your doing
when you start your rhymes everyone starts booing
read your **** out loud cuz your rap has no flow
most of it didn't rhyme and hell you aint no pro
i'll admit, that i'm not the top but you still ****in ****
everything i do is a crime you did not commit
you say you do pills, probably viagra
if you messin with me, i'll throw you down Niagara
yes you screw chicks, you have sex with birds
because your dick can fit in them you know thats what occurred
so i suggest that you never come back
never rap again never attempt an attack
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Fya, some of your older stuff was good, but that was ****.

YO SUP MCEE FYA...... WAT UP 2 SPITTING VENOM!....SUP PROFESSOR....
PEACE OUT!
CRACK YOU LATER!
RAP YOU LATER!

OH YEAH WELCOME BACK SPITTING VENOM!

yeah i know that rhyme woz **** sniper i woz fuked when i wrote that

i spit hot verses daily like curses once i send this u cant reverse it
send me ur rhyme i fuckin merk it, coz u desreve it, im fukin skint but i aint afta ur mink i take u to the blood bank n fill up my sink, turn you inside out and shave off ur skin coz if you think ur phat i'll make u thin, im a backstreet plastic surgeon, u'll leave lookin like micheal jackson,
my heads twisted but my rhymes are gifted i come into the battle lookin shifty gimmie tha mic im pretty nifty afta takin stage equiptment for ebay, im out tha back door wiv nutin to say, i gotta get mine, yep this is my time, my turn to shine like da light at tha end of my bine or my jay droppin bombers on my trackies in my rockies skallies get cocky get drop kicked back bitch my rhmes leave ya wiv a nervous twitch and selective memory burn u like a cremation seremony i burst into your dreams like a brain hemorage rip em at the seams wots in ur head? i'll fuckin see when ive severed it! chuck u off at da bridge coz the chorus dont need non a yaull INNIT!

I aint leavin mother ******, Im back
youv been away to long, I cant do nun about that
The hood askin' me Why I do Sniperz a tragedy?
I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop
You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot
I got the block on lock, and when the **** get hot
Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy
I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies
I **** your bitch when she lonely
That's every other night
I flip your wife for the green
They call me Hustle Man
Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man
I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine

hey, you bunch of nitwit who f**kin' need weed ! A french MC to deliver a message !! Mistakes in my texts there will be ! I ain't bilingual ! But my level of english is quite good ! Check this out !



I can't believe you dare calling this a rap battle
To write you're not even able, look at your rhyme muddle
So take back the pencil, don't forget to bend your elbow
to be closer to the paper, your bullshit, go to hell y'all
Cuz when I look at your level, I'm saddened
You think you're on a ring, trying to make a combo
But you're as intelligent as was Rambo
So I nod, as a "NO" y'all, you should know that
To make a comparison, better and faster, I will be like fangio
And you, with your fight spirit and murder desire, you'll be like GI joe
Cuz you're like : Hey look at me, look at my muscles
With you're stupidity, I think that you're saddled
For me you're just a bunch of faggot, a bunch of J-Loes
Still y'all don't understand, go play with your dildoes
Please, raise your level cuz your rhymes makes me nod off
I don't think you have the skills, so go back playing with your rattle

THIS IS FOR ANY1 THAT WANNA STEP TO ME:

i hear yall suckin ya dads cock while he screams LICK-FASTER!//
ima pik you off one by one startin with this boy TRICK-MASTER//
i spit lines and i know you FEARIN DAT but the FEARIN FACT//
is that im da one doin the DISAPERIN ACT//
man your rhymes are sea water because its SALTY//
lol basicly me and proff are the only one doin MUILTYS//
man i beet i can make somethin soft like MUD HURT//
ill leave scars all over ya body then watch the BLOOD SPURT//
PROFF lol now this suka cant even SENSE ME//
he only tryin to get cool wid people thats AGAINST ME//
man shut up you know i CAUSE MORE DAMAGE//
man im da hitman im too LARGE TO MANAGE//
i leave a mark when i spit and your impression iz FAINT//
if you have to say you a G then you prolly AINT//
im more powerful and faster than a VIPER//
now less snipe off this suka gunzSNIPER//
cmon man your rhymes are gay, have no flow, and GENETIC//
its PATHETIC ill take your neck and lyrically WRECK IT//
im like god im DROPPIN YA SOUL INTO PLACE//
aka the garbage after im done POPPIN HOLES IN YA FACE//
yo flow is disgustin while man is more refreshin than a HOT SHOWER//
you think you got PAC POWERS please man lol SHUT UP//
that goes for any1 for wants to have their face CUT UP//

yall just got wacked

XYZ you are so ***.

This is like the 8th time you erased my ****. At least give me a reason, Is it because I said my new record was badass so far, or how quiet had a chance to put his name out but didn't, Or maybe it's because I called prof and irish idiots. By the way LA is a good name for those who care.

This is for the frenchie

Doe's anybody smell that stench
oh it's the french
afraid of their own shadows
needin US and britain to win all their battles
couldn't fight hitler or the Iti's
you wouldn't have a country if not for the allie's
why you cryin don't you have enough cheese for that whine
I think it's time for you to stop tryin to rhyme.


Quick spit have to jet.

LOL Im on your hitlist but yet you fail to hit me in this verse wats goin on LOL LOL

4 Fya the american wannabe......

For you to affect me would take longer than a month of weekends
face it your in over your head like midgets in the deep end
your rhymes are weak girl u got no power
you take a day to write 1 verse mine are done in less than an hour
the cocky fella is back and u fagots will remember me
you call me a fake but im more of a mc than u will ever be
you cant diss me fya im legendary
you try and battle me you'll end up in the cemetry
so dont try and diss this mc you know that im tight
while u only got junkie friends telling u that your nice
you think your better than me? wat are you like
you shouldnt b allowed in the range of a mic

lol irish you right let me do dat:

Man you aint nuttin in 3 seconds ill SNAP-YOU-WRISTS//
screw guns ill come at you wid BATS-AND-FISTS//
im beatin you up in the PARKIN-LOT, no ACTION-REFRAINED//
then ill be the one thas STARTIN-SHOTS, the FACT-STILL-REMAINS//
That you like a man with no life, searchin for "HOT-LINES//
you aint GOT-RHYMES punk you'll neva be able to TOP-MINE//
man all your rhymes feel like they the SAME//
like a "match" ill "ignite" this joint and bust it to FLAMES//

done i might add more later ....

EVERYONE WHO'S HATEING

I GO ON VACATION SO YOU ALL THINK YOU CAN DROP ON ME AND ID MISS IT CHECK WHAT I WROTE RATE IT FIRST THEN RESPOND WITH A RAP EQUALLY LONG AN WITH AS GOOD LINES OR DONT EVEN WRITE BACK SOME OF YOU GOT SKILL BUT MUCH OF YOU

Hitman j trying to compare my MULTI'S
That's the only cuss you've said that INSULTS-ME
Have you DRINKIN ASHVULT-TEA
SHRINKIN your mouth when I BASH-ALL-TEETH
Watching your jaw of glass fall when I BLAST-YA"LLS-PEEPS
wearing the rags of a MAGE
carrying the SHIELD of a KNIGHT
setting flames to the STAGE
reveal how i SEAL this FIGHT
DESPITE every EMCEE on the SITE
WRITES LIGHT,
leaveing rhymes EMPTY on the MIC
your FALSE
useing nothing but FILLER
fall an CONVULSE
as you FACE the serial KILLER
my ILLER-STYLE
is COMPILED
like japan TECHNOLOGY an IRAQ MISSILES
i take humans DISECT-PHYCOLOGY ATTACK with THIS-STYLE
as i spit TEXTS of RHYMEOLOGY
you the type of biches who need GYNACOLOGY
im like GRAVITY you'll FALL-FROM-ME
COLLAPSE your nasal CAVITY if you wanna BRAWL-DUMMY
i spit RAPS till your GUM-FLAPS ALL-COME-FREE
as your GUMS-SMACK
you flow a DUMB-RAP
talking about killen people like you DONE-THAT
talking about the states like your RUN-THAT
put your mouths were where your GUNS-AT
RUN-STRAPPED, PACKING a .380
GUN-CLAPS now your TRAPPED
between my attack an a BACKING MERCEDES
CRIME-SCENE-TURNED-BLACK
as your RHYME-SCHEME-TURNS-WHACK
my NINE-SCREAMS-BURNS-BACK
learn that your left BROKE-BACK
CHOKE on SACK on the MOUNTAIN
is that why you never SPOKE-BACK
cause your BLOODSOAKED HACKED till blood squirts like a FOUNTAIN
your down for the count so keep COUNTING
verbally SLICEN
vocally DICEN
hybrid genetic SPLICEN`
ripping ears quick, like mike TYSON
my mental half human half technology like BOURGE
FORGED in hells furnace MADE-FOR
DEATH
SWORDS sending HORDES to the MORGE
pushing this BLADE-FORTH
in each BREATH
my MIND circles the GLOBE
my rhymes kill your LINES like a sickel an black ROBE
i got RHYMES to FLOW
in these TIMES you SHOULD-KNOW
hates a disease maybe your MIND COULD-GROW
if you took it out your BEHIND it WOULD-YO
a STENCH of filth an grime climblin off your LIMBS
DRENCHED in shreds of flesh with no face left on HIM
you cant DEFEAT-ME
im INEVITABLE-LIKE-TIME
you cant BEAT-ME
when i flow INCREDIBLE-MIC-RHYMES
open NERVE-ENDINGS
strike pressure POINTS
tongs CURVE-BENDING
highten pain receptors in JOINTS
whatever HAPPEN to TECHNIQUE
pull back the lever, stay STRAPPED-WHEN TECHS-LEAK
i DISECT-SPEECH
and spit it back in ART-FORM
airborne sickness spreads leavein EACH
of your HEARTS-TORN
this is STRAIGHT-WHACK
this forums turned to a HATE-CHAT
i was gone for AWHILE so im who you turned your HATE-AT
well im rocking a confident SMILE
i cant say i HATE-THAT
im really not INSULTED ,the facts DONT-LIE
there in the RESULTS-KID ,as reality smacks DONT-CRY
cause you suck aint my FAULT-KID
i'll take BLAME for BONES BROKEN
but fakes that CLAIM to be KNOWN in HOPES HOPEN
that people will here there WORDS-SPOKEN
will be left bound in ROPE mouth left OPEN
now these NERDS CHOKEN
leaveing your THIRD rib BROKE-IN
hard breatheing as lung reaches MAXIMUM
leaveing emcees with an AXE-IN-THEM
BUT NEVER-THE-LESS
CUT when i SEVER-YA-CHEST
now then an FOREVER-THE-BEST
you FAKES really dont got BEEF-WIT-ME
for fuc SAKES im phat like OBESITY
OFFING
your OFFSPRINGS
putting ur unborn FETUS on the alter for OFFERING
i cant BELIEVE-THIS trying to BE-HARD
ive never seen a SOFTER-THING
then these RETARDS
like vemon your losses are MULTIPLYING
is it MY FAULT-YA-CRYING
is it MY FAULT-YA-DIEING ,MOST LIKELY
the reason your COMATOSE is MIKE-D
is that me MIGHT-BE
stand up and FIGHT-ME
i WRITE FREE of FAKENESS
NIGHTLY i TAKE-THIS
to your DOOR-MAT
MAKE-FISTS
as you hit the FLOOR-FLAT
RIPPING-APART-YOUR-FAT
hollow tips STRIPPING-HEARTS when GORE-SPLATS
killed when my 44. CLAPS
i could write FOURTY MORE RAPS to EXPLAIN whats on my BRAIN
but i REFRAIN because when i get that hot I-FLAME
fya' im bursting your VESSELS leaveing your HEAD-BLOWN
you come with LESS-SKILL and leave with a HEADSTONE
is this the lolli pop factory mo FUcERS
fya's pussy but YA'LL is SUCKERS
playing with BALLS like this RUCKERS
putting lyrical assasins in QUICK-SAND
QUICK-MAN
Hows the SAND-TASTE
What hood you rep whats your FAN-BASE
Hitman j step I'll cut your MANS-FACE
looking emcees in the face well i be STABBIN-THEM
JABBIN-THEM
in the ABDOMEN
ROCKING a PAIR-OF-GLOCKS
LOCKING your mind in a PARADOX
im PASSIONITE
the way im BASHIN-SCRIPTS
i leave you STARVING like FAMINE-HITS
your chest CARVED-IN when my CANNON-HITS
aiming directly were your STANDING-BICH
your flesh left smoked like CANNABIS


PS: RATE IT AND SHOW SOME RESPECT AS MUCH AS IM DOWN FOR BATTLE RAP ALOT OF YOU GUYS ARE JUST TALKING SMACK NOW WHO HERE CAN HONESTLY SAY THAT THE RHYMES I WRITE DONT HIT HARD

PEACE