Rap Battles - Official Thread

i saw ur mum that day
stuck a snooker cue up her bum that day

 

Took the snooker cue, and gave it back to Snookie
Get the fukk out ya dumb fukk, you're worse the a sex rookie
Get educated, write a verse and then a sikk hook, g
But here, lookie lookie, I'll get you a blank book, see?

Now write on the lines, but don't you dare STOP!
Keep writin an writin til your eyelids start to DROP!
While your mother drops her panties, straight down past her ankles,
Smelt raw fish, and got pissed, this bitch has got HUGE kankles,

I spit twisted sick shit, call me Spit Vicious,
What's up bro, what's her name? I'm talkin 'bout your bitch, kid
'Casue your a bitch kid, tryin to come here with 2 lines,
I write bars, I go hard, I make killers start to hard time,

Through the hard times, I bust rhymes,
Jus like I busted in yo momma,
How's you think you came to be?
You're real daddy ain't who you call fatha

I disowned you though, like I jus pwned you (OH!)
'Cause your mom hoe, and you go low,
Down to the floor, jus to have cash like the rest,
Now sit down and listen to me, YOUR GETTING SCHOOLED BY THE BEST!!




I need some REAL competition. Any lyricists down for a rap battle feat. a poll??

 

And yet, still no one steps up to the plate,
I guess it's because nobody can comp-ate.

 

Butchering words to try to make rhymes -
Hasn't your dumb ass learned anything since the last time?
Lyricism is a strict trait not meant to be played up
and you just keep it high on suck
Stuck on your shit lines like a blind man in a long piss line.
Never ending.
Let me transcend this and send this to the 6th dimension
because all of this time you can't even think in.

 

This is a rap battle, not a poetry session
Go back and rewind, it's time you re-learn a lesson
I'm the best, a lyricist, a legend in ALL minds,
Remember this the next time you flow, the next time you TRY
But it's like Yoda said, There is no fukkin try Luke
You're a peasant amongst mortals, I'm God high up on my stoop
You too stupid to realize that you're much less than I am
Next time you come back, bring some REAL competition.

 

Is that all you've got?
That was generally your best shot.
I've been reading your rhymes and you seem to act tough.
Half of your words don't even match up.
Some rhymes were good but not enough to stop anyone else from trying.
Please stop, I'm laughing and almost dying.
I'm just about to get started.
So people stand by, Zombie has already departed.
I know I'm here bigging myself up and trying to provoke.
But when you attempt to reply, please don't choke.

 

One good thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain
Then they met me, i picked up the mic, now the pain drive's them insane

I don't choke, 'less its on the good kush
You don't choke unless you're also get shit pushed

That's the keyword, you're trying and I'm not,
3 bars, 6 lines, and I'm still the one on top.

 

You're a white boy from Salt Lake City.
Home of the Mormons, you're a poor man, and all your bars are shitty.
And poetry contest bitch? Rap is poetry in motion
a flow of devotion from the lips of the followers
and all you can do this in is short bursts
but from my mouth is nothing but the first rate spit

I drop bombs more than cat bitches buy cat shit
'Cause they're lonely just like you're the one and only
little ghetto white boy homie on the street corner choking out lines.
We can't even make out your lines most of the time.
It's a shame.

 

I thought you were done dying,
It's time you quit tryin,
no lyin
I'm a king, ya can't compete,
Ya say you a g,
But talk shit against street
Been a street kid for years
You maybe the g of the alphabet
for Get the fukk out,
I won again, best believe you don't want to bet.

 

It's funny because all of your words are half-cut and made up.
Even Google Translate and auto-correct have had enough.
You think highly of yourself but you're nothing.
Half of what you say you're really bluffing.
You've been a street kid because that's how life goes.
I can really see that now, your childhood shows.
Go back to basic poetry you need to learn a few things.
Maybe change your dress sense, your covered in bling.

 

I ain't bluffin shit,
you piunk lame little bitch,
I'm the realest one I know,
I'm as real as it gets,

Bling I can't afford it,
I'm barely gettin by,
Life you can't afford it,
It'd be better if you'd die

I AM the shit, a bamf,
a BAD ASS MOTHER FUCKER,
Ya dont believe me ya little bitch?
Ask you mother when I fucked her.

 

Ha Ha Ha,
Yes you know,
Robzombie179 is a hoe,
he goes from door to door,
cause he is a fucking whore.

 

Hell yeah im a whore,
Ask yo momma and your aunti,
ask your sister and your daughter,
Now your thinking 'no this cant be'
but it is what it is
its outta your control
another punk beat,
now it's time i smoke a bowl

 

I'm just wondering, are you aspiring to become a rapper?
Because those whack verses aren't helping your desires.
You're better off becoming a plumber and spitting your shit into the crapper.
Oh wait, you probably can't do that either. It's okay, I'll hire you to hand out fliers.

 

Back to school for you, basic English is required too.
You're attempting to insult someone but it's backfiring.
The words you're intending to use aren't even inspiring.
It's fine, it's the thought that counts and makes a change.
Your raps and rhymes are out of range.
Fliers are what he needs, insults are what you greed.
This rap battle, is what I lead.

 

Welcome to my hostel, welcome to my brothel, where all the girls take a mouthful.

9 millimeter Berretta, Italian made, the Navy loaded it up, with 15 NATO, M-M-8s.

$8 for 1, or $5 for 2, that's the price tag, its up to you.

 

Speak less n stand straight
I empty your bladder by poking you with a broken toy
If I could i'd burn your fucking eyes with a cigarette
Too bad I ended the last one on your daughter's fishnet
Wait what, fishnet stockings, sounds like she's a fucking whore
Must be the reason why she was banged more than elvis presley did tours

 

The king of the sythe RS gold trade since 2007 gots raps.
I really liked the liked the line "Try speaking about something that actually HAPPENED."

This generation of kids are so deeply attached to social media, smartphones, and the internet, they are losing their ability to communicate with one another.

 

You don't know me.
I move bricks in the hood
No clits in the hood
But I suck dicks in the hood

 

Anyone wanna step up and diss me?