Rap Battles - Official Thread

Now I aint ever heard of you, Silk trader
But watch me murder and then bury you, like an Undertaker
My lines are so creative, my drop is so amazing
You talking about making money, just like silk, it's fabricated
Corny flow, you're the biggest bitch I know
Now watch me crack your head open, pistachio
Flyer than a pigeon, somebody get me my ribbon
Coz I just merked the biggest fibber in Britain.
I repeat, biggest fibber in Britain.

 

Awe shit, that the best that you got?
Who the fuck are you jokin, ya must be smokin pot,
5 months in county, an still ready to attack ya
quit talkin all this shit, cause ya homies dont back ya
trust me foo, i know how that shit goes,
it's money over bitches, fuck all them hoes
this shits gettin old, tryin to see ya win
its do or do not try, your a breeze and im the wind
i win, i won, ive sinned, im done
but look @ you foo, speakin blasphemy,
talkin mad shit, like you got shit g, please
ya got mutha fuckin nothin,
you bluffin,
st8 up pickle buffin,
or somthin

all you gots a keyboard and a p-c to go with it
i aint got shit, but these wordss that im spittin
ive lost it all, except my cold heart
im a soulless ginger, so dont even start
im sober and free, while your poppin sinner pill
im the illest ginger singer, call me Ginger Ill.

been a min. but still, ftfo, i run this bitch.

 

Who the hell are you kidding, saying that YOU run this bitch?
I'll wreck you, don't respect you, beat you till you cant twitch
Rip you in half, and sew you up with just one stitch
You aint the best, your just a misunderstood fag who still shops at Abercrombie and Fitch

I do this shit for fun, not to make money
I laugh as you run, because you failing to me is funny
Good luck with life, you'll never get anywhere
With this shit that you call rap, more like a word nightmare
Don't even reply to this, because I just don't care
Just putting you in your place, oh wait you belong nowhere

 

Fuck A&F I shop at wal mart,
throw dickies and white Ts, inside of my cart,
now who are you? never seen you here before
turn ya ass around and walk out the door
before you get blasted, by my lyrical gatt
ive had 5 months to think and kept writin my raps
your a lame, a loss, insignificant addition,
id rather like cops, and fall back to addiction
than to see you, sayin you do it for fun
but before you did spit, i already had one
i cant be defeated, i lose- i still win,
your the one flustered, im stuck wit a grin,
got nothin to lose, only the world to gain
if i had white chucks, then you'd be the stain,
but my nikes are black, so when i do crush you,
nobody will notice, your scuff on my shoe.


Ftfo...

 

Hahahaha props man, you're [retty good.

 

this Kid-bangz - nothin
ya only bang that ya bluffin
ya think that ya something,
but stuck pickle buffin

ya got no flow to go hard
i got no dro in my car
small town - i cant go far
caught up at the bar

you got caught up
wit da words that ya spittin
taste this reality
quit all that trippin

ya quittin for what
nothin - you suck
no money or truck
and i dont give a fuck

there's nothin in my wallet
yet im still rich
i got nothin to lose
no family, no bitch

but i dont trip
i got so much to gain
im so sick of the flakes
and the fakes all the same

im beneath no one
the world is equal
you conceded dumb fuck
welcome to my dark sequel

you cant keep up
so dont even try
im so quick with this shit
when you hear it you'll die

there wont be a heaven
after this, its jus hell
and when ya get there
make sure you do well

to tell, the devil
that he is done
cause when i leave earth
its hell that i'll run

i aint runnin nothin
on this place we call earth
im a master at failure
have been since my birth

a master with lyrics
shit no, not yet
but even today
jus know ya got checked...

pffft... NEEEEEEEEEXXXXXTT??

Thanks.

 

This nigga thinks he's a cool guy?
Ill bet you a $1000 that he ain't fly.
I got so much swag, way better than yours.
You see my riding in a lime green Porsche.
While this nigga is riding on an ugly ass horse.

Look at his username, rodzombie so whack
He wishes he was like me, the biggest mac.
This nigga, he thinks he's cool.
Im way cooler, cause i've got so many jewels.

 

Sheeit, go big or go home. And this ain't yo house.... it's mine foo.
_____________________
The only jewels ya got,
are the ones in ya ears,
My jewels got names,
and they all callin me dear,

bitch please, ya cant compete with me
I'm so sick when I spit, they call me the O-G
Original Ginger,
I'll cut ya so quick,
youll forget your a sinner,
my shit is legit
Ginger Ill,
like Ale but betta
Fuck swag, I keep it old school
call me the 'go get her'
with no sweater
got dickies and Tees,
so bitch please
get up off yo knees
i do trees, like im doin ya mom
when i drop on the mic
jus know i'm droppin a bomb
like sadaam
no thought when i'm gettin down spittin the dirt
no effort when she's layin down without a shirt
i keep the hurt
behind me, deep in the past
get wit me gurl,
ya know that we havin a blast


Next?! Nice try g, but know ya can't get me. Shit b...

 

You write too much
keep it simple
you're a fag
le fin

 

Fuckin french bitch... USA FTW!! (WWII) You can't even write lyrics so gtfo. Thx beezy


Fooz hatin hard like he know me
Guess what you can blow me
Talkin shit an ya owe me
Drop it slow to the floor please

Ya wanna talk shit
Fool get real an quit clownin around
I drop it long an legit
This hater can't keep up wit my town

It's cool, not like I expected you to keep up
Wanna party bit you can't handle me cause you suck.

Now was up?

 

Fuck you bitch
Pistol whip you bitch
cuz u aint shit bitch
just a little snitch

I said fuck you bitch
I fucked your bitch
In my new whip
Was her best trip

 

Youre a little fucking pussy you little punk ass bitch
Everytime I see you here you make me fuckin sick
Yeah I know those two words barely fucking rhymed
Fuck you nigga ill kick your ass all the time

Your mommas a whore
Wow... did I say that?
Well now that I'm talking shes also fucking fat
And so are you dude you've got fucking boobs

You look like a bitch you dont deserve to have a dick
You're the kinda guy that sucks dick from whoever wants it
If you had a girl, id be licking her clit
You'd be cowering in the corner throwin a little hissy fit

 

You aint literate, in fact your stupidities infinite
Not the Eminem type but the one that stays limitless
Now silly bitch do you know who your really messing with
My lines are so dangerous it makes your death seem irrelevant
Now your first names suggests you Robbin, but you definitely aint hood
You wanna be black so bad you'd burn yourself for it, firewood
So when I empty out close range, you like how my silencer sounds
Coz we all know a zombies real home is six feet underground

 

Magic arrow? What kind of fucking name is that.
What a little faggot, I bet he's fat.
Look at this nutty ass bitch.
Im gonna throw his gay ass into a ditch.
He probably weighs 600 pounds irl.
Unlike me, because all I do is GTL.

Nigga think's he's swagging? No he aint.
When the girls look at him they fucking faint.
Because he's ugly, ugly as a fucking zebra.
What's your zodiac sign? I bet your a fucking lebra.

 

What the fuck is this?
I'll keep it short and real simple,
This shit is shit,
But not the shit that gets you nymphos,
Your a lame ass muther fucker,
With no passion for the music,
So step up off the mic before you start to re-abuse it.

NEEEEEXXXT!!!!

I don't cower back from nothin,
Whether big, or bitch like you,
But you better knock me out,
Or I'ma crush you with my shoe,
Curb stomp ya face,
Like I'm doin in this battle,
Smash you with a bat, until your soul jus starts to rattle,
Make you bleed right out ya ears,
With the illness I am spittin,
Now step the fuck down,
Because I'm done wit my wig splittin.

*YAWN*

Ya limit is ten,
Thaz why ya brag about it,
My dick size ain't big,
But the bitches still astounded,
I ain't Robbin,
It's RED ridin in da hood,
Step the fuck bag boy,
If ya know was good,
I'm a God amongst mere mortals,
Thaz why ya usin guns,
I speak the word of God,
That is why I have jus won.

He used to be a 'guru',
But then wished a ban instead,
I done warned ya muther fucka,
I'd blow thew mind right out ya head,
Ya can't compete with me,
I'm Ginger Ill - the illest,
I'm straight robbin all ya souls,
I'm soulless, try to steal this,
I don't value human life,
You could say I'm even lawless,
Jus don't disgrace the mic,
Be like me, and flow it flawless.

 

Now who dares to try,
Compete with my ill flow,
It's been a fuckin week,
An ya'll are still like "NO!",
Now, I ain't tryin to fuck ya,
I'll jus fuck ya mind instead,
With this little wicked ill shit,
That my crazy ass jus said.

You dead.

 

Shut the fuck up man, go suck my dick
I shat on your mom, because she liked my shit
Then I shit on your dad,
then i shit on your bro
then i fucked your sis, liek she a 5 dolla ho
the legend nypm is the thread
i ate yo uncle like he white bread
then i went to your aunty and slapped her tits
then i fucked your grandma, her tits it fall
then i sucked your grandpas dick, it shrivelled into a ball
nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
bodybag biatch

 

You a fuckin chomo?
My lil sis is 12,
At least I was right,
See ya bitch ass in hell,
When ya see the devil,
Tell him Red says, 'Hi',
Remind him of my takeover,
On the day that I die,
Who you callin nigger?
I'm as white as it can be,
Bitches love my cookie,
I say, 'come an try to catch me',
Ginger bread tonight,
An the ladies want some more,
Don't get me talkin your mom,
That skanky slut's a whore,
Your the legend of what?
Self humiliation?
I think your better off,
With ya own self mutilation,
I'm droppin hella bombs,
Like the U.S. in Iraq,
Go backstage to ya mom,
Let her suck on my nut sack,
She sucks me til I'm dry,
Then I fuck her til she's sore,
N-Y-M-P's mom,
Is such a kinky whore.

More?

 

You spelled my name wrong, that shits four letters
My lines so fucking cool, you better get a sweater,
you fucking dropping bombs?, hah, man you eating my shit,
while your at home, dick in your hand,
I'm fingering your girlfriends clit,
her moans so loud, she screams for more,
so I fuck that bitch, she starts to cries, shes sore,
you little bitch calling my mom a freaking whore,
you're like 10, didn't your parents give you some fucking chores?
I promise that every line, hard at work,i'll be spitting
I guarantee, that after one single verse, you'll be smitten,
like a fucking zebra walking into the pride, you'll be bitten
coz if I see you in real life, it'll be you that I'm hitting.
battling against me, better dig your own grave,
a disciplinary master,ill teach you to behave,
smack your ass, get some scars, rebuttle back, heres my 16 bars

 

You can have my lady,
But which one are you rockin?
I know you have no game,
So jus let me do the talkin,

You're right about one thing,
I'm smittin, so damn baffled,
You're playin football with The God,
And you think you've made a tackle,

I've already won kid,
So go ahead an swing on me,
But don't go cryin to ya momma,
When I stick ya in the slpeen,

You thought that I was 10?,
Thought you had a year on me?
I'm 22 ya dumb fuck,
Twice your age - you ain't no G,

All I do is write rhymes,
Bust flows on instrumentals,
If we met in real life,
You're death wouldn't be coincidental,

This mental psycho-sick shit,
Of death is in my brain,
Paranoid-schizophrenic,
Blastin back on all these lames,

I spelt your fuckin name wrong,
That's insignificant,
Like you and all your homies,
Quit suckin mic an go get bent.

Ya spent...

NEEEEEEXXXXT!!! (Someone worth my time please?)