that rhyme was OK but dont make it so long cuz i i only bothered to read like 4 or 5 lines before i quit. whos gonna rate your rhymes if they are so long no one wants to bother reading them?
irish
fyas rhymes are too sick, too quick, too witty
irish rhymes are too ****, suck dick, i got pity
bout to bust lyrical flow harder than u ever know
take u places you would never go spin your head the way merry go
round n round im a take u down into the depths of darkness
shake your head like a packet of smarties
slice u open n see if u still being smart ass
im a cover ya dead body with tha union jack
not tha stars n stripes u got tattoed on ya ball sack
**** ur obsessed the fact u aint american gettin u depressed
tryna throw that at me? i'll take the breath from ya chest
stop ya body clock, tick tick tock shock him doc
**** too late he's flatlinin that boy shudda got wiv tha timing
i'll still be rhymin when ur obituarys writing
he just couldnt be fya n drop these hot lines time afta time
i got my corner n im callin the coroner, never seen a rapper sorrier
im a brittish bulldog n u jus a collier
wiv my name on ya collar i fukin own ya
its a fact i'm fukin killin, blood spillin, fya burn heat rises my turn 2 dispise and rejoice to mcees cries in the night i fukin crowned this battle fight n just downed irish like a pint **** u just got so belittled i could drown you in a pint
well if you only read a couple lines your missen out im going to specifically ask for FYA, HITMAN J AND IRISH ,SPITTIN VENOM , TRICK ATTACK RATE THIS READ THE WHOLE THING AND GIVE ME YOUR OPINION
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
THANKS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAD ENOUGH RESPECT TO READ AND RATE
proff i dont want to be caught readin something longer than a giraffe. y dont you write some normal apprappoite-lengthed stuff? no one wants to read ALLL dat bullshit.
your just mad cause you cant write something that long dont be envyious green only looks good on weed not your face
proff
this is supposed to be a battle not a fukin novel
google essays n u'll find the right forum
that **** was so long im gone grey wiv age
that rhyme could of taken the whole fukin page
and i read all thru it finally got to my diss
i was like man u gotta be takin the piss!
im pussy? pardon? oh yeah thats why you got a hard on
if anything sucks it was that rap
so fuk the lollypop factory jus suk on that sit tha fuk bak
eat ur words coz im pekin it apart like birds do worms
man i feel bad to threaten u pussy wiv a chinese burn
but fuk it get burned u'll learn when i flame up ur rap
u'll be mantle piecin da earn, next time u battlin n strivin 4 glory
remember quick come backs not neverendin stories
4 real tho i thought there was sum sharp remarks in ur rhyme but id forgotten what u said in most of it be4 i finished reading it
advice if u want it is when u got lots of **** to write put it in ur rhyme book if u had a chorus n a hook that cud b a whole tune!
and use this site 4 quick improvisation n shorter verses
Yo Proff... It was iigh.. But seriously.. U need to work on the structure, and change the structure because 5 words a line is wack. I suggest U re-organize ur bars.. Because no one will want to read something that takes up half of the thread. Nawimean?
guess whos back an ready to battle my next victim
ok superfly wanna battle? lol you gonna loose though.
and proff why would i be mad? everyone says that crap is WAAAY to long. stop bein a baby and accept it. Im tellin you what i think cuz you beggin for rates and now you gettin mad over it? plz kid grow up.
aight supa, what u got? hit me bk n we'll see who's da victim
Aight sorry mycee imma battle hitman since he asked first.. Yea an imma try not to get to personal with this battle. You wanna spit first hitman?
nah prof even tho that was to long
it still was some pretty dope shyt
oh an yea proffesor that **** was way to long man shorten it up. no one with a life is gonna read that
proff that was good but since half these cunts cant read maybe u should go easy on them LOL
Hitman J wrote: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 ....
HITMAN im still waiting for you to "hit" me and dont think i'll reply your too ******* ****
FYA........
Im fed up of shams and fagots
i cant stand this square queer the worst rapper on the planet
You need to face this your lesser im greater
I got the best rhymes i run this site like a dictator
and thats something you cant handle thats why your a hater
thought you could out battle me what are u like
Your not an mc everyone knows your a dyke
your the worst rapper i ever seen on this site
probably using someones dick as a mic
call me a collie dog is that the best you can do
Your rhymes are getting worse im embarresed for you
this battle is easy for me its like david against goliath
you need to take cover cause im running a riot
i'll shove your union jack down your throat that will keep you quiet
your trying to act tough but i dont buy it
i could smash you to bits like a bruce lee sidekick
i call you a wannabe you throw the same line back at me
face it your rhymes are full of **** just like a nappi
this site can already see who i am
and i dont need an american wannabe telling me who i am
but your main weakness is your ability to rhyme
thats why your in the cemetary and resurected by my lines
hitman in your last verse u write:
you aint GOT-RHYMES punk you'll neva be able to TOP-MINE//
man all your rhymes feel like they the SAME//
can any body spot the problom he says i've no rhymes and than says i have rhymes hitman this is why i never reply to you, your ****
irish mafia wrote:hitman in your last verse u write:
you aint GOT-RHYMES punk you'll neva be able to TOP-MINE//
man all your rhymes feel like they the SAME//
can any body spot the problom he says i've no rhymes and than says i have rhymes hitman this is why i never reply to you, your ****
its how u read it irish... its like him sayin u cant dance. becuze u cant dance u keep doin the same dance. that dont mean u can dance...... now put that to rap
yes but its how he contradicts himself one line apart if he spaced it out then it would make sense
irish
ooh fyas gay, shes a hater, she's a biter, a luva, not a fighta
shes a faggot, she's a queer,a wanna be,lets get things straight here
why do you chat so much ****, cant compare petti beef to my smash hits, i say we call it quits, i been ahead since day one, and beating u is no longer fun, scuse da pun plz excuse my french but what **** is that stench, irish u need to revamp n re-invent before we find the tragic event, the death of a loud mouth juvenile delinquent, ur dictatorships sinking, about to capsize, hit u like a firework in ur japs eye, u follow me like catseyes, u need my guidance swy deep down you wanna form an alliance, im on da fukin move again, weedin out u flowerpot men, ur bill proffs ben, i was blessed with talent got a holy gift, swoopin in so smoothe n swift, im a be a fukin symbol like da swoosh nike tick, exept im upside down, the wrong way round all together more unpredictable than weather, i'll sell your skin black market, stamp it 100% leather, already told you im too quick too clever, dont need your beef i had steak for dinner, so i take your **** like right whatever,
every drop is off da fukin hook, u couldnt handle the serious **** in my rhyme book , i shatter emcees in da jaw like my left hook, leave em fukin speachless, toothless, useless, closet rapper just come out so we can do this,
