Neverending Rap Battle II

yo do u guys let anyone in ya clique or only the best?

only the best home boi u rollin wit the prince and king

iight ima bring back some old stuff i never wrote back to

how about change it to Dazza?.....joksz.....

so if im on ur agenda, im right there with twinkies right?
this fool WILL go down without a fight,
it was tired im through wit mc-on-tha-mic,
im prince now fool, srry that i made u feel like a dike,
i got trey, and quik kid on my right, and jay and bun ready to hit,
lyrical up in front gettin ready to spit,
this crew will rip u, so time to take a sit,
thats right i dun took away yo twinkie, but plz dont have a fit,
these r the new site kingz punk how does it look,
takin over the rap kitchen and we ready to cook,
prince on tha mic u wish u could be me,
ill let my crew finish u im done wit this F.A.G.

I haven't been here for ages and I thought you was Dazza...but nobody is here...


BIG UPS TO DJ TREY........sup man...

fool shut up!! if we thought u were good, we would of offered u to join, but, wait, we didnt did we? too bad

yo that's what i'm sayin the whole reason he got beef is cuz you guys wouldn't let him join.o yo prince u got instant messager?

wat up bitches? I be da best

nah man i dont

somethin is seriously wrong wit this gusta w/e the rest of his name is i looked at his posts and none of them were raps

ill destroy u son

i dont know i could of sworn i saw his name on the poetry one

haha i like that hitlist man

ti kri wishes he could beat me or dj quik kid,
battlin this crew, man thats not a safe bid,
trey got critical and kings got crack,
i got u fool, and buddy thats a fact,
after this demolition try not to react,
just wait till the strap go clap,
dont try to attack,
im done wit u so ima turn my back,


im tired of u and crack

u think u better? battle king, battle dj quik kid, battle trey, battle hipnotic bun, battle lyrical, cmon do somthin

thanx man

just read the hitlist fool u and crack r public wannabe #1

haha

Sorry I havn't been responding my grandma has been in the hosptial and I"ve been with her for the most part....


(king jay, dj trey, hipnotic bun, dj quik kid, and lyrical disasta.)

Assume the position you bitches I'm back
still shining and not cuttin anybody slack
Apparently you ho's still aint gettin respect
and its not about to change
I thought you'd clean up your act
but you still ain't rearranged
'Critcal' left you in 'critcal' condition
'crack' left you OD'd but i'mma continue dissin
your dead nobdies, you fags ain't a group, you nobodies
and it's like i'm talking to my self, but nothing changes
i'm still skitzo..man i'mma diss yo
whole crew then "truck truck" you over like Sisco
I'm pissed tho, So i'mma crisco
your whole crew then slit throats
IF you continue breathing i'm leaving your whole crew
greased and lubed up
like c'mon u guys get together this a "group hug"
You bitches better group up more, b/c even all you huddle'd
together can't keep the warmth up
But you believe you can
But we all sending you "loops" like Toucan Sam
Hand 2 hand or Toe 2 Toe
Cuttin you with rocks, scissors, and papers, like Ro Sham Bo
catching but sending bullets back faster like Rambo
We ram yo, whole crew just like a b-ball we slam yo
ass's through lyrical hoops
We busting more shells than a chicken coop, and we swoop
down on you like a raven, it's not our fault your not behavin
so we diss-cravin-
got you spittin like tim mcgraw "over and over again"
Mc-on the mic I told you to get off the mic
DJTREY i told you to stfu and speak english right
King Jay i dissed you more times than infinity
Robbed your masculentity
and forced you to get a new identity (like mc-on-da-mic)
So now your still amatauer but wearing a new shade of lip-stick
I diss quick, Lunatic ****
Runnin up on your whole crew with 2 biscuits
Thinking you guys flip-****...damn
Spatuala in hand, you bitches couldn't flip ****, if you were
standing in front of turds in a fryin pan
You m*therf*ckres are jokes like Chris Rock
So do your stand up bitches, cuz i'll be running criss-cross
through an alley on your block
stealthin up wit 2 glocks, bustin shots
till you all drop
You bitches i'm non-stop, even if you believe so you aint on-top
You go nowhere with your battles except circles, like a clock
You can only rock cuz your BOTTOM
you can't spit cuz you aint got em'
It's called Ball's you pussies aint raw ya'lls
justa couple of deydrated cum bubbles
you "bobble" like D4L
I'm requesting to get you dissed like TRL
so critical and crack lyrical attack these bitches
Till they choke in die
an then catch a couple more lyrical nuts in each eye
Lyrical Disasta I aint even dissed you but i'mma kill you
fasta, than you stroking afta, lookin up gay porn in laughta
Your name says it all dumbass, a disata, you can't spit
so go hop on a "kid quick" cuz da "dj's" missing your dick
da "hip", to the "no" to the "tic",trying to go against
the "lun to the "a" to the "tic", bitch i'm sick
spittin ba-sic, but good enough to make yo face-lift
don't know nothing about you except you gay bitch
for even joining and club on the net
I thought you rapped good, but i lost all respect
Quick kid the same goes for you, so your through
f*ck all you bitches and your gay crew
(or club whatever you wanna call it)

damn dude c u wanna join me

ight i get u but it aint our fault noone wants 2 roll wit them but w/e