Rap Battles - Official Thread

Ain't no one steppin up
To the master of disaster
Ya know you'll get plastered
Faster
Then the last ass who tried
An got shattered

I'll chop you up quick
While I'm chokin ya chick
While she's suckin my dick
And I'm fuckin her clit
'Cause BITCH I'M THE SHIT

Ain't no one flawless as me
Ain't nobody lawless like me
Ain't no one care about me
Ya want problems with me
I'll stop ya for free

Step up kid
Be the next one who tries
Only to release my demons
That be dwellin inside
But don't cry
When ya die

Ain't no life after this
Heaven ain't shit
Jus the story they tell you
While you suffer an dwell through
All the bullshit that they sell you
Hit rock bottom an fell through

I'm livin in Hell
An my mind ain't well
I'm sick wit a spell
Hearin voices an shells

Drop to the floor
Click-clack for some more
Start blastin the whore
While she runs for the door
Now she's bloody an sore

I'm poppin them pills
Robbin cops for them thrills
Pull a knife you get chills
Ya can't stop Ginger Ill.

That's for real.

 

Start to the grindin
I'm dark, there's no shinin
Cut ya short on ya timin
Life has no rewindin
So go back to ya mindin
This is my business
Thizz iz my bizzni$$
Fuck scandalous bitches
Hoes want to get with this
I'm fresh an a playa
Playa Tayla to nail ya
If ya good than I'll pay ya
If not than I'll spay ya
I'm soulless an lawless
Heartless an flawless
I'm single-no goddess
No bitch can control this
I'll stab ya back
Quicker than ya backstab
I'm in bed wit ya bitch
An now you is so sad
I'm so glad, that you mad
Come at me, it's click-clack
Drop yo ass in the bag.

That's bad...

 

Nigga I'm fly
Or maybe Sly
I'm a raw thug
As thick as a rug
Spittin verses in the hood
You know what's good
I make it rain
And these beats be insane
Bitch I'm raw
I'll break your fuckin jaw
I ain't raw I'm justin pullin a cherade
You might aswell just call be bitch-made

Made this rap for fun, spent 30 seconds on it, dont judge!

 

Robzombie, you better listen up

and give me your full attention

while you lyrically take it in the butt

you stupid slut, you're nothing but a fag

rip the stage all night and that's why you call me #1 Dad

heard you were on the rag

is that true?

I thought you were a dude, how fucked up is you

that's a retorical question

I know your fuckin retarded

but did you really have to eat out of the fuckin garbage

get those AIDS from Marvin

starve and go the hospital bed with nobody by your side but your own Dad

oh wait, that was me

and I wasn't there

I was out fuckin your mother, and I jizzed in her fuckin hair

bitch slapper her with a pear

threw her on the ground and fucked her again but this time in the ear

drink a beer

you need to get loose

your rhymes sound like a rusty chain or a elephant fuckin a moose

listen up son, you're natta

next time you sound retarded on the mic, you're gonna get your ass beat like a Piñata

 

I'll let the deuce squeeze and blow holes through your whole spleen

Hoe please, I'll Launch a cannon through your whole team

If you think I have the best arm, I should have gold over my head, Drew Breeze

I got the scrips of Jafaar. I'm about to turn you red and blue Rob, like the cops we see chase cars

So I'm going to have this fool "lit-off-top", without enforcing traffic-light stop laws

 

Yo, yo, yo

lock jaw like a Fabian
Caves I be living in
sitting on the block we be smoking like some Indians
Here's the sequel to the story it's another picture
The feds around the block lookin for me gonna come and get ya
I live my life real clean and steadily heavenly getting money and I be packin a 70
Can't beat me I'm like a tee-pee in the deep scorcher
Getting money comin through flying high just like a vulture
So I will capture you leave you mindless in the rapture
You never know when the devil slaps you
I'm in the valley, they call it Vi-uco
I kick over my homie coming through him with the Chooko
My homie named Habier and the Xavier
I get my money quick I got to get my fuckin paper so simoaaan
Saying hi to me heveh
coming on my block el le notche with my quete'
control mi chete
my mind it don't matter
si mi carlo, I semi click clack my semi-auto

 

Athlete
Can't compete
*click* ya hear my blade
Before I stab ya in the backstreet
I'm whack G.
I'll give you a necktie
In the style of - Columbian
Drugs, best know I'm runnin em
An when it comes to haters
Best believe I'm quick to gunnin em
It's nothin an shit
Don't trip but ya bitch is on my Dick
She started talkin back
So I smashed her in her clitorous
Ridiculous, I'm hittin it
She loves me but she don't mean shit
I murda ya more quickly than guns
I'm the one, this to fun
Cause you a bitch and I'm done.

 

Your pathetic talkin hood
Like you got family or somethin
The STREETS is my family
I'm hood, it ain't nothin

But struggle an strife
Deep dark thoughts wit a knife
The ghetto ain't easy
Always grateful for life

The only gatt you've had is a super soaker
When I see YOUR bitch
I start to choke her
Smoke a puddle than poke her

I'm a playa b, jus call me P-T
Don't buy it? Bitch check
Go ask the ex-lady
She left you cause I'm crazy

Schizophrenic visual
Crazy individual
Homicide residual
Suicidal ritual

I'm so sikk
I make AIDS look pathetic
Ya quick wit a glock?
Ya best double check it

I'm ruthless, I'm flawless
Curbstomp ya bitch jawness
Call me Red Meat
Because of my rawness

This is a flawless victory,
This is trickery, if ya think that your trickin me
I'm strictly G
A quick defeat.

=So Sweet=

 

Your all fags i'll rip ya, split ya, quicker than a ninja
leavin' ya with splinters to injure you mingers
you net nerds starin' at ya pc till ya head hurts
as I wreck words, you'll get burnt

It's mr leety, givin you a freebee
its too easy, spittin quicker than 3g
or 4g, I come with the flow like a orgy
get ya bitch raunchy till shes screamin NO MORE PLEASE

 

Mr.leety why you gotta talk so much shit?
what your saying sounds like a baby throwing a hissy fit.
But its ok to get mad sometimes.
Just dont call people faggots because your the one who cant spit rhymes!
also, before I go one more thing.
Why you callin us nerds for starrin at the pc?
because one day this nerd is gonna be dissin you when he comes with his mutli-platinum selling CD.

 

I use the same rhymes every time, according to you.
You might wanna check your facts, all my lyrics are brand new.
You don’t know what you’re talkin bout, you don’t have a clue.
It’s all out my head, its comin out of the blue.

White face and red cheeks, looks like you got a fever.
And your teeth look like one of your parents was a beaver.

I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.

 

Look at these wannabes
But can't bust on me
Cause I'm the best of these
A boss above enemie

Been behind bars for a while now
Ain't no smile but don't cry now
I'm at the top but these haters at mass
Bust the GATT back when I splat

Dropping the bomb lyrical flow
Lookin fresh like the 49ers
Been locked up a while
But my hustles back in its prime

 

Why do you write monosyllabically?
Your lines are like a butter knife, they can't even stab at me -
It's pretty sad to see.
And even when you write you stu-stu-stutter
and your lyrical flash in the pan doesn't even make for a pulse flutter.
Your vocabulary had to be prison raped right out your mouth, you see -
because you're recycling the same half-assed lines that I've already seen.

 

Dispensin my intervention
An did I mention all the verse I disperse
An you worse, than the last guy
Who died when he tried to get wild with me
I'm a beast fueled by hatreds fires an I'm tired
Of gettin wired off the ice in the glass,
Hustling, stugglin on the block
Sellin to get by and struggling to stay high
This no lie
The desire of addiction ain't mission it's gettin deep diggin discrete,
Tearing up my soul tryin to destroy and get rid of me
But I'm a g I don't faint easily AN I easily pay debts
Make friends wit some strange cats
Dump rounds from some strange gatts
Bust sick sounds when I blast back on the track
Taylor Red and I'm. 8-0-1 reppin
Betts think twice fo you come stepping I'm bitch checkin

 

Still runnin this thread, with no competition,
Quit breakin bread with fake friends, legit's missin',

Kicked the tar to the curb, I'm still hurtin,
Can't afford the ice bite to my vein, that's for certain

The black tar has been gone for 4 weeks,
For 1 week been ice free, now I fiend,

Jus picked up the red hundreds within the hour,
Can't afford a relapse, but life's still sour

Sour like, the first Warhead that you tasted
Sour like, the first Benjamin ya wasted

No power like, an international E-M-P shockwaves
No power like, the Jews in World War II camp raids

I'm stugglin, got nothin but my family who don't trust
Got no relief for my stress, no steady taco for my busts

Sure there's the randoms, but these females all the same
They say they love you, hug and fuck you, you're the tenth they've told today

Now my homies have my back, as long as I got shit to share
When I've got nothin, they avoid me while I'm stuck in my despair

You think you understand life, come and step into my shoes
What's my size? Shit kid nice try, doubt 14 wide would fit you

I've been on the mic, for as long as I remember,
But then again, 'cause drugs I've done, I barely recall this last December

Do you remember when we met, we went to the mall together,
It was cold, on Halloween, since I lost you, life's been better

You saved my life, you were my drug, until the stress attacked us both
My baby mama, my whole world, my boo, my booze, my meth and coke,

We almost froze to death, sittin in that ice cold trailer,
Baby boo, please don't forget, that it's YOU who is my savior,

Jesus saved me, of that I'm sure, but he only covered for my sins,
It's you who saved me, from my self, and the reckless life I live

Tried suicide, at least 9 times, I've been told that I have died once,
Started cig's again, I'm givin in, good things homies quit the fronts,

I always pay them, always have, but I guess it's for the best,
Baby boo, please save me now, before I join my brother Seth,

Rest In Peace Seth Bielawski, May God bless your place of rest
Pray for me, from your new home, I still got sorrow in my chest,

My coping methods, destroy my ethics, went from drinking quick to meth,
I quit the tar, I dropped the needle, but now what is it I do next?

Bitch, I'm the best....

 

Robzombie's rhymes are worse than mine, call my Dr.Suess, cuz I write books you'll read when you turn nine

How does it feel to have a single digit age? It must suck, maybe enough to rage.


All i got, I suck

 

I heard you suck dick for nickels, that how you pay your rent?
Don't do tricks less than legit foo, that's how your spine gets bent
If you hustle keep it real, that's on some real shit
You want some ice that never melts? I got the real chris
No not chris like topher, christ like Chris Tolmeth,
Load this in your bubble, hit it once, you'll never rest
The things I've laid to rest, shit my list is endless,
I own you all, ya'll can't compete, so I think i'm gonna end this....

 

Repping clean life is a fucking joke
When every other line is about the ice you used to smoke
Has been dopefiend always talking about the past
Too caught up to realize youre on blast

Prolly itchin to go back to the penn
Jealous your old daddys got a new boyfriend
DW wiggers like you always have a blast
Humming ICP while getting railed in the ass

 

The only railin in the ass, is when I'm ralin you
I'm numba 1 a nazi, you're nothin like the jews
I'm a rebel leader, Anarchy my goal
The only game you'll ever have, is Nintendo's mario
I'm a boss 'cause I start trends, like making you my bitch
We'll play I WIN, Rule 1: I win, Who's next to try this shit?

 

Lifting all day long
420 no scopes all day long
Hitting the fog
Like its water
Eatin hog