Rap Battles - Official Thread

[TJ]

Look at this kid
spereff is his name
He be lookin' at me
Like im the one to blame
for his family abandoning him
When really, it was his fault
all along.


Thats right bitches
Im here, represent
Thought id come to this thread
To show yall up
Looks like its working so far
ill just have to see
Whatever happens to me
stays in the streets
I get shot
my blood is ice red
You aint got nothing on me

Represent

 

[TrIggA]

yo yo..
tj listen to what i have to say
not gonna lullaby or aye aye bay
now - the mic if i may
im gonna destroy you and mandem today...


lifeless - your corpses state
after my vipers have come and poisoned your hypness
my bars are dripping wid ripeness
drip on your mind and bring you nightmares
I am the pied piper, your a child still in your diapers
my life is a knife - so dangerous so righteous
try dis - go outside so my boys will aim wid dey snipers.

bitch face it, and run
you're basic - your life just begun
or u want me to end it?
yo G my gun send it, bite my bullet I recommend it
I doubt u can defend it. Dont pretend to be my friend
lifes too difficult for you to comprehend it.

I am agitated for your defeat
These words are sacred but incomplete
Just one shot for one KO and down you go
hit the flow and bounce back up asking for mo
I have one goal and I will go on
be afraid bitch - cos now u know
This Is manik and this my show


some of my bars from a tune in the making lol

searching for good instrumentals!

 

[kesto]

you might have a gun with bullets trigga
but i have 99 range and dbolts in my quiva
imma destroy you like liquor destroys yo liver

you say your life is a knife
well if thats true - i put my pipe in your wife

this kid actin like he got a gat
shut up bitch your fat like garfield the cat
and when you rap make sure your flow is steady
cause ill come up on the next post and take it if u aint ready

And this mafucker says his bars drip
well my cum can drip on ur bitches lip
or on her fucking tits
better yet in her mouth so she guzzles my shit

your not a real g just an imposter
parentless fuck aka foster

 

[TrIggA]

kesto kesto, more slimy and green than pesto
sly and annoying, gun u down and presto.
aim from your screen and ill break it
give me liquor and ill take it
u cant afford d bolts why fake it

son, i have no vows, i dont sign my life/ to old cows
Im a free man, with your mum upstairs in your house
/need no spouse, ur pipes' tiny- mine emits wows

dont diss my flow and dont diss my state
none of your business whats on my plate
my bars are 60 second ammo - they breed hate
dont understand? lemme translate,
fuck u - its all straight, are u dumb or are u eight?
you have sick bars i must admit, yet ur still lightweight

leave your sister alone, guzzle at your at home
Shes my bitch - yes shes on loan.
Nerdy boy I dont like your tone,
im on the throne, u just think your overgrown

Silly the billy, u have a small willy
stick you in a fridge and make it chilly
try drip now...
pfft ill break of yo willy.

only sabotaged once, never again
now i have a good pass - guess it my friend
imposter or not, i count to 10
im on the mountain - ur in yo den.

I hope you understand, just some jokes
dont take it seriously, just a hoax

 

[Sinful Thoughtz]

Trigga trigga tha poor nigga
doesnt like women - go figure
talks about his socalled flow
nigga ya bitch ass neva seen death row

keep cryin bout ya bitch ass account
ya mom sucks my dick - for no amount
ya dads in your sisters bed
and your sister, is givin' him head

talk about dick sizes comparing to a pea
nigga shut tha fuck up, yours is smaller then a flea
get tha fuck off mah throne
this is my goddamn home

talkin about bein on tha mountain?
Nigga, jump off
lil bitch stop pouting
ya dick is soft

Now dont get mad about gettin' dissed
help me get ya mama off my dick

 

[Quittung RS Made My Day]

One, two,quit is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Put back on earth to destroy all worshipers of peace
Body bags and caskets may all good cease
Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia

(Chorus)
Murda, murda, murda, murda


Sold my soul to the devil
But I changed my mind now I want it back
But he won't cooperate so now it's time to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know SINFUL went out like a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"


Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through eternity
Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight
A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life
Been shot with a twelve gauge
I died and made front page
The devil sent me back and now I'm using the same gauge
Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic
Some would say the strate is sick
The devil's who you're fuckin' with


Murda, murda, murda, murda


I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
Been shot in the head I ain't go out like a sucka
But I still died went to hell and just took over the muthafucka
Learned the devil's tricks an how to run this shit
I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch
Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me
The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G

Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason
I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon
It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy
The I start stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board


Murda, murda, murda, murda


Pick up the phone the war is on so get your weapons
RIP just spotted the devil around the corner from heaven with his crew
Drinking brews and im thinking " Damn that's foolish"
Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "Y'all let's do this"
Grabbed my click, gripped my dick
Walked with my face to the groung chanting
"Kill that motherfucka, now kill that motherfucka, now"
Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss
And now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell Sent


I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
I'm coming for satan and my intentions is to fuck him up
Ain't been in the church they say "No demons on holy dirt"
I'm fuckin Satan's bitches
He got mad and called body work
A lynchin' ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya
I'm born and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya
I'm Rosemary's baby
There's no more evil like me
Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me


Murda, murda, murda, murda


Let me call up my posse
We talkin' over the underground
Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
Man I gotsta do it
I ain't down for a hassle
I kicked the gates into hell and started a roit in satan's castle
I'm sick of this war now check it something has got to give
We stormed to the back, and we took demons as hostages
You want your people to live?
Then you'll forever pay me rent
To stay in my knigdom because a nigga is Hell Sent


Now we're walking through satan's den
The demons respected RIP
I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit
A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole
I told him "I'ma be there ain't no bitch in my soul"
And when I'm coming for your ass
Ain't no need to run
Because I'm so fuckin' ruthless I made the devil go buy a gun
Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent
An appetite for bloddy bodies
Rest In Peace is Hell Sent

 

[TrIggA]

One, two,quit is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
......

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Hell Sent

GTFO.

 

[Quittung RS Made My Day]

^damn your life LOL

 

[Sinful Thoughtz]

One, two,quit is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Put back on earth to destroy all worshipers of peace
Body bags and caskets may all good cease
Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia

(Chorus)
Murda, murda, murda, murda


Sold my soul to the devil
But I changed my mind now I want it back
But he won't cooperate so now it's time to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know SINFUL went out like a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"


Never praying at night
Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through eternity
Killin' at night and watching victims in the daylight
A demon on the rise, and I'm snatchin' your fuckin' life
Been shot with a twelve gauge
I died and made front page
The devil sent me back and now I'm using the same gauge
Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic
Some would say the strate is sick
The devil's who you're fuckin' with


Murda, murda, murda, murda


I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
Been shot in the head I ain't go out like a sucka
But I still died went to hell and just took over the muthafucka
Learned the devil's tricks an how to run this shit
I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch
Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me
The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G

Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason
I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon
It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy
The I start stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board


Murda, murda, murda, murda


Pick up the phone the war is on so get your weapons
RIP just spotted the devil around the corner from heaven with his crew
Drinking brews and im thinking " Damn that's foolish"
Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "Y'all let's do this"
Grabbed my click, gripped my dick
Walked with my face to the groung chanting
"Kill that motherfucka, now kill that motherfucka, now"
Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss
And now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell Sent


I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
I'm coming for satan and my intentions is to fuck him up
Ain't been in the church they say "No demons on holy dirt"
I'm fuckin Satan's bitches
He got mad and called body work
A lynchin' ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya
I'm born and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya
I'm Rosemary's baby
There's no more evil like me
Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me


Murda, murda, murda, murda


Let me call up my posse
We talkin' over the underground
Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
Man I gotsta do it
I ain't down for a hassle
I kicked the gates into hell and started a roit in satan's castle
I'm sick of this war now check it something has got to give
We stormed to the back, and we took demons as hostages
You want your people to live?
Then you'll forever pay me rent
To stay in my knigdom because a nigga is Hell Sent


Now we're walking through satan's den
The demons respected RIP
I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit
A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole
I told him "I'ma be there ain't no bitch in my soul"
And when I'm coming for your ass
Ain't no need to run
Because I'm so fuckin' ruthless I made the devil go buy a gun
Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent
An appetite for bloddy bodies
Rest In Peace is Hell Sent

Funny shit funny shit - ya hear this
ya rappin hurt my dick
wanna be assasian
dick suckin is your true passion

Step ya game up - take the time
RIP your rhymes
My appetite for success
hasn't failed me yet

You talk like your about to go to hell
Nigga shut up cus you only fell
Ya ain't no killa
My sweetest joy is gettin' pussy

Keep ya mind hurtin'
Ya words keep bloatin'
Nigga ride or die
My words paralyze you - you just can't get by

Now enuff about takin out the trash (Quittung)
Betta stop rhymin bout you cus it seems like Im about to kick ya ass

Don't worry Quittung, I love ya <3 :love: =]

 

[Quittung RS Made My Day]

Funny shit funny shit - ya hear this
ya rappin hurt my dick
wanna be assasian
dick suckin is your true passion

Step ya game up - take the time
RIP your rhymes
My appetite for success
hasn't failed me yet

You talk like your about to go to hell
Nigga shut up cus you only fell
Ya ain't no killa
My sweetest joy is gettin' pussy

Keep ya mind hurtin'
Ya words keep bloatin'
Nigga ride or die
My words paralyze you - you just can't get by

Now enuff about takin out the trash (Quittung)
Betta stop rhymin bout you cus it seems like Im about to kick ya ass

Don't worry Quittung, I love ya <3 :love: =]

its okay, it was a joke though, you got "My sweetest joy is gettin' pussy" from 3pac, lol PPP

 

[Sinful Thoughtz]

its okay, it was a joke though, you got "My sweetest joy is gettin' pussy" from 3pac, lol PPP

I know, I was only joking. I use this to let my lyrical side out, including my State Of Mind, and yes that line was from 2pac (Tupac), I ain't Mad at cha, I got nothin' but love for ya.' - Tupac Shakur.​

 

[kesto]

kesto kesto, more slimy and green than pesto
sly and annoying, gun u down and presto.
aim from your screen and ill break it
give me liquor and ill take it
u cant afford d bolts why fake it

son, i have no vows, i dont sign my life/ to old cows
Im a free man, with your mum upstairs in your house
/need no spouse, ur pipes' tiny- mine emits wows

dont diss my flow and dont diss my state
none of your business whats on my plate
my bars are 60 second ammo - they breed hate
dont understand? lemme translate,
fuck u - its all straight, are u dumb or are u eight?
you have sick bars i must admit, yet ur still lightweight

leave your sister alone, guzzle at your at home
Shes my bitch - yes shes on loan.
Nerdy boy I dont like your tone,
im on the throne, u just think your overgrown

Silly the billy, u have a small willy
stick you in a fridge and make it chilly
try drip now...
pfft ill break of yo willy.

only sabotaged once, never again
now i have a good pass - guess it my friend
imposter or not, i count to 10
im on the mountain - ur in yo den.

I hope you understand, just some jokes
dont take it seriously, just a hoax

Callin me a lightweight? Only cause my weight is light.
This battle is no contest like an Ali vs. Cleveland Williams fight

Talkin bout liqour you couldn't hold a shot
Like a six year old wearing oshkosh B'gosh

I dissed your flow but never your state
i just don't like losers that have to masturbate
My pipes tiny but your moms says its great
She says she couldn't live without my meat in her face

And usually i don't resort to violence
Your bars compared to mines kid your shits childish

And your saying you don't like my tone?
Then how but i muscle up and beat ur ass like Sylvester Stalone
Or come to ur house and bang ur skull in with a telephone
I'm just playing man u know u can't afford one of those

So bro chill and know who your dealing with
Cause my flows ill like a non-healing bitch

Im to much competition just face it
My rhymes contain intellect yours just basic
And my 3 minutes is what you just wasted
So don't fuck with me or ill go ape shittt

 

[Oh Bama]

Kesto, Pesto
Muthafuckin' Pasta Sauce
Your Lines are shit like your boy rick ross
I know I can't rap, I haven't spit lines it a little bit but now I'm back!
Man, your shit is wack! Your mother says she likes my sack!
I'm almost done with these rymes gonna diss you one more time
Kesto, Pesto you rap like you was born yesto!!!!!!! yesto = yesturday

 

[kesto]

Oh Bama dumbass all you want is change
Oh and by the way you'll lose to John McCain

Your right you can't rap your lines are weak
I might rhyme with a pasta sauce, but your a fucking geek
And you should watch your tone and to whom you speak
Cause the next time u talk shit imma make you leak

You haven't spit lines? I dont think you ever did
My shit is wack? But you rap like a little kid

And your the second person to say Kesto, Pesto
All your guys raps suck like the new york mets yo

Oh bama dont make me go buck wild
Cause we all know that u fuck childs
Dude let it go you fucking pedifile
My bars go forever like a thousand miles
And your wack copying trigga's style.

So get your own flow before i make you
And if you keep talking shit imma break you

In this battle its like the election race
Me first like McCain, you in second place.

 

[Oh Bama]

This one goes out to TriggA

TriggA NiggA your like Gorrilla Zoe nothing but a HOOD FIGGA!
You got beeds in your hair like Hurricane Chris Ay-Bay-Bay
Nigga so wack and so Gay-Gay-Gay
Yeah my style is so original unlike you the mother fucking criminal!
The only crime you've committed is the one being wack
Yack Yack thats what we hear when your trying to rap
And oh ya I just got 99 attack!!!
Man I'm out and oh yeah pesto your styles so gay like that shitty band no-doubt with that blonde girl gwen stefani
talking bout harishima girls or whatever the fuck! they all the same to me if they can make some fried duck!!!!!!!!

I AM NOT BEING RASIST IM JUST FREE STYLING.

 

[Mr impossible]

Kesto, Pesto
Muthafuckin' Pasta Sauce
Your Lines are shit like your boy rick ross
I know I can't rap, I haven't spit lines it a little bit but now I'm back!
Man, your shit is wack! Your mother says she likes my sack!
I'm almost done with these rymes gonna diss you one more time
Kesto, Pesto you rap like you was born yesto!!!!!!! yesto = yesturday

obama is in the house!!!!

 

[Oh Bama]

Yeah man

I'm in the white house Don't got a white mouse
NOT YET! But I still get a monthly check!
You betta check your self Before you wreck your self
Oh yeah and the white mouse is hillary she be sucking on my dick for the thrill of me
come chill with me get your dick sucked condaleeza and that white bitch hillary
condaleeza is a freeka

yeah get at me doggggs!

NOT BEING RASIST JUST FREE STYLING

 

[Mr impossible]

Yeah man

I'm in the white house Don't got a white mouse
NOT YET! But I still get a monthly check!
You betta check your self Before you wreck your self
Oh yeah and the white mouse is hillary she be sucking on my dick for the thrill of me
come chill with me get your dick sucked condaleeza and that white bitch hillary
condaleeza is a freeka

yeah get at me doggggs!

NOT BEING RASIST JUST FREE STYLING

Thats the reason u should be next president!!

 

[Oh Bama]

I will be the next president of this mothaaa fuckingg rap shiiiiiiit niggaaaaa!!!!

Raised on the streets
Paved on the streets
Win the election
Fuck McCain
Old ass bitch
His mom is probably the wicked old witch
Couldn't be much older than him
They both fucking old
Wearing diapers
Need his son and his friends to be the wipers

YEEEEEAH GET BACK AT ME MOTHER FUCKERRRRRRS!!!!!!!!

 

[kesto]

Honestly Oh Bama you must be retarded
Do you know what shit you just started

Now imma have to murder you in a few lines
Not only are you a dumbass but you like guys

Now me and trigga might have had our beef
But are you seriously tryna jump in? bitch take a seat.

Oh bama Oh bama you must have gone insane
Theres no way in the world your gonna fucking beat McCain
Your campaign is lame your rhymes, all the same


Me vs. you its definately Rape
You fucking dbag go play some runescape

Took me 1 minute to respond that bitchhh