Neverending Rap Battle III

ne1 else wnna battle¿

In my younga days i gave a **** wut u tellin *me* jumped off the proch 14 yea nigga sellin *weed* niggas had a 2 for 5 i had a 4 fa *3 *wut the **** u aint tryin ta get this bread thats mo fa *me* mean green gave me my first strap when i was *12* sed u gonna shoot a nigga i was like i mights as *well* *clientail* stay high as *hell* **** askin for *help* i moved in by *myself* yea rida nigga strap ya *dadas* and all that if u aint ready ta die *bra* ya best *fall back* wut u tryin ta prove *bra* ive been hot since the *lumina* matter fact that kids still smokin n i put that on 5 like lincolns *face* niggas got beef i put *gage* in ya *face* bitch im 20 25 in the streets thats y i neva left when the folks arive at ya *scene* niggas tryin at *me* Niggas dien *beleive* niggas tryin ta get *wet* nigga **** a nigga die for ya *set*

Prof if you fuckin wit me I make ya whole life look like an elaborate hoax,
I called for a battle and you came along and told a few jokes,
So You still fantasising about murdering me,
Boy I'm still laffin at you, you aint concerning me,
Wanna dance wit ma knife, police sirens be in ya face while you scream 'blue murder'
The only time you handeled beef was flippin Mc. Donald's burgers,
The best MC's were named, but prof's name wernt mentioned so hes pissed and uncool,
If this site was the hip hop industry then prof would make two Ja Rules,
Both gettin disrespected, laffed at, and robbed for their jewels,
So you can be the student, ill be the professor, get ready for school,
Lesson one don't ever make jokes about killing me and try to poetic,
No one will rate the **** because its simply gay and pathetic,
Lesson two change ya flow cus you spray **** like a bad case diarrhoea,
It's tough **** that I spit the truth, so you best start liking the idea,
Cus I'll be spittin wit enough kinetic energy to collapse ya foundations, like them twin towers,
So burn ya rhyme book and keep ya poverty stricken family warm for a few hours.

oi young hybrid... y u have to show up nigga ten time in ya barz? it alrite ya mite be a bruva, but u brough it up to much in ya lyrics. 5 times in the last two line.. get me blood ya wud be much beta if ya didnt use it like that... trust i used to do it...

peace out blood. -1-

Yeah quick 1 round

Why am i the first person they all wanna face?

damn i might as well make a fan club....

lol they usually rip tha best u cummin up

yeah what u been doin fya?

tryna get a job its a hard days work doin nowt ya know lol

Yeah....Lots been happenin since U been gone..

Yo quick we doin this battle or what?

ight lemme get this **** crackin

i'm in anotha battle people wondering what he gonna do/hitman wondering what did i get myself into/time for me to pick up the mack creep into your house from the back and have your family in all black/i'll have more bullets goin into your teeth than dental floss on somebody who got plaque/see what seperates me from you is simply the amount of skill/i'm gettin this kill by free will cuz the **** you spit is run of the mill/i mean really i wouldnt be surprised if you went to spit and somebody gave you a muzzle/son you cant touch me i got more pieces than a 1000 piece puzzle/now the pump gotta dump on this chump/you could make some pencils wit all the lead thats gon get pumped /you claim to spit fire well i dont believe that/unless you spittin out the bullets i left in your head from my gat/this dude jealous cuz i rep sets and get the best sex in sects of my projects/you a brain dead reject that gets perplexed when he views my lyrical context/i read your **** sadly cuz they been written so badly/me i spit madly and i'll kill you gladly and show you where the body bags be/in this battle you fallin into a pit/i aint sayin you stole your raps when i tell you that you write some Obnoxious ****/this is only the beginning and you wavin the flag for a truce/you about to catch more **** than Isaac Bruce/yeah i'm comin in hard like me and ya mom in the bed/filled wit dread cuz you afraid that after this is read your career is gonna be dead/to read your raps are a drag and thats puttin it lightly/dude you musta been high wantin to fight me/i rememba the first time you wanted to battle me i ended it wit one swing/well wit the raps i bring it looks like we seein the exact same thing/hitman j i gotta say if you come out to play one day expect some gunspray/you dont even know how easy it is to beat you i just choose to do it the fun way/son i'm a legend up here and you already know it/your skill grow it rap get to know it if you got a dick get a girl to blow it and your rythym learn to flow it/come on people its a drag for me to verse this fag/i'll red your head like you wearin that color du rag/my ryhmes are vibrant i spit it violent/you'd probably be better off goin against that dude young hybrid/right now you in a pit of despair or if your more comfortable with it a glory hole/this hoe dont want nobody to know that he's black on the outside and white on the inside haha fuckin oreo/tryin to climb up the success ladder well you cant do that if your raps dont matter/cuz on this forum everybody knows and dont care that your blood about to splatter/while its only one round to show you up i'm gonna take my oppourtunity/after this rap you gonna need to live in an assisted living community/my rap skill is gettin bigger and you lucky in your case i might hesitate to pull the trigga/so when you see me blowin up signed to jigga you can say hey i knew that nigga/so now you go in the ground with shots from the pound your body wont be found g/i'll empty a clip then load another one and dont worry bout the price cuz like Obie's last album The Second Round is on Me

Hah two can play like this:

im tired of this trip thinkin he can actually spit/ This lame punk is about as fake as britney spears tits/ its makin me sick how this dude does nuttin but talk ****/ He just white suburban kid on another DJ's dick/ Lyin to everyone on this site that he a crip/tryna mess wid me is gonna leave u wid a busted lip/ Lemme teach your ass a lesson that u never gonna forget/ You a wreck and U bout to do summin that u'll regret/ F*ck a gat ima tie u up and have some fun-wid-this-knife/ Gunspray? b*tch u never touched a Damn gun-in-ya-life/Slowly with agonizin pain ill wreck-ya-name/ DOnt u get it? only noobs adore U stop expectin-some-fame/ Im takin a lyrical lighter to ya f*ckin rhyme book and start lightnin it/ im freein it off tha top that rhyme took U 3hrs to try writin-it/Stop fightin it it plain to see U aint affiliated wid any gang/Just another nerd thinkin he in da game tryna net bang/ U, and all the sweat u put in that rhyme goin up in smoke/ I dont know if you serious but i think ya **** a joke/this guy never hustled in his life he just gonna stay broke/ This kid can talk all the **** he can he still cant match my skill/ U gonna grow up 46 no wife swollowin pills/ F*ck ya gun talk, regardless U know my rappins ill/Damn fool im Straight ouskillin ya AhA i got this in tha bag/makin u mad and send your ass runnin to ya dad/I see u tryna bribe me, better make a deposit/ This dude a bigger 'waist/waste' than fat joes closet/ "lemme get this **** crackin?" only **** that crackin is ya bones/Back in da day u had ya crew but now b*tch ur all alone/ start runnin home, damn i even give you a head start/too late i ripped u apart Now u and ya soul bout 2 depart/This guy aint on my level, he aint even in my league/ U vs. me? damn i recommend that U flee/ I walk in, Kill emcees, and walk away with a smile/ Look at me im DESTROYIN ya kid, and with ya own style!/Pfft, U tha f*ckin champion? HaH dont make me laugh/ Since day one i ripped emcees in half, so wh dont U do da math?/Back up or get your ass smacked up/ Cuz I got all this dough and right now its gettin stacked up/ 'quick' kid? really it seems ya reaction to this'll be slow/ Cuz 'bakin a cake' is tha only time ya broke ass touches dough/U aint got no homies, think you actually flow? then fool show me/Ya girl treat me like a trumpet, cuz she always wanna blow me/ I aint the only one, ask any1 they'll agree that you a wreck/ Not just cuz you suck at rappin, its cuz you got no respect/crosshairs aimed for ya neck we already know who won this battle/ the same person who grabbin ya brains and made em rattle/ Each time i diss your ass i sense you gettin madder/ Good ill keep dissin until ya brains shatters/WTF u talkin bout some **** on the career ladder?/ b*tch please U cant see me get ya magnifyin glass/U wont last i leave u in the E.R blinded with casts/ Just for thinkin U a hustler makin a bundle of cash/ I see this **** is really bitin u in the ass/I murder with weapons I kill u then come back for seconds/ U wouldnt know a good rhyme if it f*cked u and got u pregnat/Skill, originality is what u need in ya rhymes and u lack-it/ only clips u know are old video clips in ya attic/

ight ight good battle man uppin 4 them votes

dj quik kid against Hitman J!!!

This, my friends, is a battle for the ages.

I dont know about battle of the ages now...

Good battle, im new to this how do i challenge sum1?

LOL U just walk up 2 sum1 and ask them 2 battle..

Ok check it
o.s.d boys claimin 1 for 2
never wearin red but we always wearin blue
o **** hear i am reppin like no otha
call me fbi 4 fuckin bithces undercova
i got my silver chromed cadilac u bout im bout ta get sick
gt my boys n the bac all watchin porno flicks
nigga i will put 1 ded up in ur hip
thats the truth nigga i aint playin
ill put a bomb o r roof nigga i aint play
got my boys killa k j woods n t dubbz
u kno we pretty niggas cuz we get our dicks rubbed
dnt hide ur **** u better keep it basic
dnt make me go get breezy cuz dat nigga will take it
i got point blank range breakin niggas off like twigs
and i aint lien u dig

that was 4 u hitman j wanna battle

Im bout 2 go record but her hitman this is if u choose to battle me hears my bars

im wear the action is so dont give me no lip fa nothin
u think u sumthin cuz u got a lil strip but u bluffin
and them niggas that u with for nuthin look at that curb
is a dumpsta and thats wut u gonna b stuffed in
im real i got all the time ta read up its true
im make fake niggas run faster then chettahs
and thats just how baked u iz
cuz ill cut u up and put u on a cookie sheet and bake u kid
naow im chillin n the hood they b like thank u kid u can b the bones yea im hear ta breeak u kid
so dnt test
ull find ya knees where ur neck b
u better grab a napkin cuz shits gonna get messy
and my gun got patience
when i squeeze the trigga
itll let out on ur face like masterbation nigga
dong forget the name Young Hybrid