Rap Battles - Official Thread

Who the fuck is this kid dubbed Faculty
Shit he spittin' got me screamin' blasphemy
Lyrical savagery, I express sarcastically
Passed elementary, now he wanna battle me?

Please, you more basic than square rootin' one
I'm aimin' at yo faculty, and when I shoot they run
Just puttin words on paper, you shame ya fam
Can't write for shit, guess you can blame ya hand

Watch where you step, cause ya enemy's quick
Will's a mercenary capable of firin' a heavenly spit
I could be chillin' with priests and still be in a menacing clique

 

damn i wish i got in this thread earlier
its time to get schooled punk ass youngsters
your rhymes are all trash about to throw em in the dumpster
try and comprehend im here to offend so descend to my feet
i ant nice and neat you bitches are weak about to put me to sleep
with your fake ass lines about how you can rhyme
check it- my styles sever spines anything i want i take its mine
ill take your sister too if shes fine
gonna take over the world just give me time
any mother fucker try and copy and paste
ill take your face and put it up as a sign
dont you know i invented crime
while you fake ass noobs just whine and whine.

 

i own sythe
not tryin to be crazy
just spittin this shit
cuz i own u, daisy

 

Before u start to test me, just know im invincible
I’m spitting back not coz of your words, it’s just the principle,
trying to battle me is funny coz your quality’s minimal
I’m taking you back to pre-school, your verse was pitiful
I spit to destroy your surroundings so they arent even liveable
But I’ll give you a second to think of what ur gettin into
…Time’s up, Give me back the mic and let me rip at you…

Now be sure to pay attention, coz ima give you some advice
if you don’t die the first time I’ll fuckin kill you twice
Raise my fists for talking back, don’t take shots at me cat
Unless your face wants to be formally introduced to my bat
I don’t have to, but I’ll say your rhymes are wack, as a matter of fact...
Im cockin back the hammer so you hear the *click clack*
the barrel is my mouth, my words spray like a mack
The bullets come from the voice box, my lyrics peel ya cap
Run up to ur mum’s door, a rat-tat-tat-tat
Say goodbye to ya mum, as I blow that hoe back

But don’t get me wrong I’m out to kill YOU first
Lets see how you reply to this extremely ill verse
Like Rabbit from 8 Mile, I have you searchin for words
Your lame attempts to hit back are just makin you look worse
Bad luck, just admit being defeated, I know the truth hurts.
As I finish this battle get ready to listen to the crowds cheer burst

- rate it?

 

hope you got life insurance coz you cant afford a funeral
just lock you inna trunk and dump you in a river to get rid of you
ya family bout da listen to my music and its gota messages that are sumbliminal
9 milla meter hydroshock hollows Split them brain now im a A classed Criminal

Blullet Holes, In yo Clothes, shotgun blast in ya dome
im silently creepin and grippin tha blade outside ya fuckin home
i creep low, so my shadow wont show
what will happen when ya body hit da floor, Blood on ya walls
Brain on ya door, nigga you wont know when tha top of ya head hits ya toes

You cannon intisipate, what im bout to spit, it makes ya ear drums Obliverate ( you playa hate )
im fuckin you up with tha 17 rounds tha hollow tip bullets aim directy to ya face
please dont try to test my nuts coz u will get erased from tha human race

 

now enough of that shit aint no-one killing anyone
stop braggin ya mouth and try to stay funky son
im bringing back that G-Funk That no one ever thought about
the ryhtm that be kickin slagging lyrics that im spittin
the bass so loud bout to blow down ya goddam house

Please, no more fakin
no mo hatin
im jerkin these rythms so hard u'd think i be masturbatin
and why am i writing this freestyle shit like im the D.O.C.
im trynna put back a classic style known as funky
all i hear is Hoe dis nigga that
you need to analyze ya rhymes, and imma do that
rearange it till it fits the minimum Requirements
the goverment hates my spittin the truth, so imma keep quiet
im inna level thats to hard to understand
im one of the few that will be his own man
and no matter how many satanic shit goes thru ma mind
i just keep the pen in my hand
and write down words with meaning and with Ryme

lol im just fuckin round

 

I put people in danger when I spit like this
Oh wait, you must be more gangster 'cuz u talk lyke dis'
You say the government doesn't like you spitting, so you don't make any noise
Everyone knows that's bullshit, the government doesn't hate on little boys
You won't come back to this thread, you can't cope with all the stress
Or at least wait a few days so you ain't sufferin from PMS
You got 99 strength and you tell us to stop faking?
"Yo I made it in the struggle" Fuck that, you made it staking
So read this shit first, so you know what we're all about
Plus you sound like you got some old hairy balls in ya mouth

 

Now everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up and follow me
Everybody from the 313
Put your muthafuckin' hands up
Look Look

Now while he tries to stand tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This free worlds got you gassed up
Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1 Pac , 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4
4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1
You're Pac, He's Pac, No Pac, None!
This guy aint no muthafuckin MC
I know everything he's got to say against me
I am white
I am a fuckin bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standin here screamin fuck tha free world!!
Don't ever try to judge me dude
You don't know what the fuck i've been through
But i know something about you
You went to Cranbrook that's a private school
What's the matter dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangsta but his real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle he shook
Koz there aint no such thang as HALF WAY CROOKS!!
He's scared to death
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook fuck Cranbrook

Fuck the beat i go acapella
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody
Fuck y'all if you doubt me
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, i say it proudly
And fuck this battle
I don't wanna win
I'm outty
Here tell these people sumin they dont know about me



Yes its the damn 8mile rap, my headhurts

 

You guys are very good,
Why don't you rap in the hood?

 

Ryan i'll make yours a little just cause i dont know you
you probably look like andy milonakis makin beef stew
if you didnt get that one look up the theme song
before you do pull up your pants, everyone can see your thong
i dont even like rap but i know what im doing
i can tell you suck why are people booing?
guess this one wont be as long as i thought it would
you'll probably come back like the little train that "could"
when you come back dont forget your rappin dictionary,
by the way, shave you legs there gettin a little hairy.

Your rhymes are whack, you cant spit for shit
you better back up you about to get hit....
with another good rhyme,
you better sit down this could take some time
man im bout to blow you away
i could sit here and spit raps, all day.
you suck thats the end of the story
hurry up and rap some more this time dont bore me.

 

Why you spittin 'b', cant you see
your a worthless motha fucka in this worthless country
your rhyme's sound as generic as yo name, fuck
im the unholy cleric, that's about to set sythe.org hysteric
black magik against' music makes me pwn, shit son
change your login, at least step up to my game
then we can maybe be two of da same
remember ma name when you come back askin for more
my rhymes are lyrically lethal
at least when you make shit up dont make yourself look deceitiful
ima rock you with my lethal rap tatics
like i rock sythe filled up with runescape addicts
destory your ryhme's with my destined semantics
kick yo ass like a looter in a street fight
dont worry black magik, this is the least that i can write
so yo ass will be dead before i even start to hype
your lookin like dick van dyke fuck
he cant even strike a pose this day
he aint gettin a mere buck, but its just yo luck
dat im sayin, get out of here, and never come back
unless you lookin to get a smack


^^ haha my first rap ever.

 

You? you tryina front me? man that first rap it was just easy
your raps man they just cheesy
dont try to touch my shit cause its too hot
we all know when you piss you gotta squat
these rhymes are pretty sucky
but man ill beat your ass be just like chucky
you guessed it im white
but you see me on the web im as black as night
man ima cut this one short, you probably need a diaper change
the last line didnt go good, strange?

 

You came on here and you play runescape
you claim to be real but bitch you fake
spineless as a snake, fuck enough strife
get off da computer, and get a life
like common son
have you ever had a chick call you hun
common dawg, your last line was crap
for me its easy, to bust up a ryhme is like makin ma fingers go snap
but then again,
youve never learned how to apreciate rhymes or rap

 

these are getting boring
come on man i just stopped snoring
you? you cant rap
lets go bitches lemme hear that *clap*
that was them applauding for me
comeon man you can quit quit fakin b..
music makes you pwn?
comeon man your rhymes make me yawn
im done with you i need a real battle
here you go baby boy here is your rattle
ive had plenty of chicks call me hun and baby
have you naw, some guys maybe
thaaattttsss all folks
music you can come back when you got some good jokes

 

Tryin to rhyme folk with joke,
son your broke, read da word of god yo
that may give you some hope, if not dat
smoke da green grass, its good recovery dope
your holdin on to da mainframe like its da last game
let go of da bandwaggon your lyrics are gettin lameee.
you say bitches gonna *clap*, fuck man
i just heard some old dude yell BRAAAAP
ive actually been to sign a good rap contract
dont come back again with more smack
or da next rhymes i spit
im really gonna attack.

 

Blak magik your making me sad
your wishing you had
something you never will
its making me ill
youll never have a label
most likely sitting at the table
writing more junk
while your drunk
thinking your so good
that you could rap in the "hood"
but you better watch out
before you shout
"mommy i cant sing"
while wearing your bling
made of plastic you think is real
hell son do you feel
what i think you do
now bend over and wipe your shoe
here ill give you a clue
hit that log out button at the top of the page
before you go on the stage
remember you cant rap
that sh*t you wrote is what i call CRAP
now go get lessons from some-one
before i say "im done"
let me say one more thing
and i am the KING.

 

Your rhymes are shit...
I dont think I need to rap for that one

But I will anyways


you, you use the raps everybody else already took
comeone man quit stealin stuff you ignorant crook.
im the best, man ill murk any beat
you need to get on my level cause right now you under my feet
im the king of rap bro i aint no prince
i stole your title you can call me the grinch
ima take it easy on you for your sake
trying to rap? its ok man we all make mistakes
you man you couldnt even try to make a song
once you posted that shit up id beat you down like king kong
me? na i dont take these things serious
but tryina battle me dog you must be delirious
this is probably my best one yet
now i gotta jet sorry dude my girl shes wet

 

Yo yo yo, you cant spell
down in the deeps of hell
you need grammar lessons you hear?
stop spittin sh** in my ear
im done wasting my time
on this rap you sell for dimes.

/win>_<

 

settin this wack straight, ima really unload
i hit so hard, im like the golfclub to a toad
on a lyrical spree, i turn to this ridiculous mode
ya girls run to me coz they are scared of ur flow
that last rhyme u did was the shittest u've showed
now let me get comfy so i can really explode

brace yourself for this, coz it's classified genius
u'll be standin back gasping coz u wont believe this
im winning already no1 has ever never seen this..
when im done you'll count mine as the meanest

ima cut you deep like shrek, you wont forget
the lethal memories ima give u, im demanding respect
u better write me a cheque, u'll have to pay me to lose
don't you realise ur shit and those boo's are for u?
the crowd don't feel ya, so now what you gon' do?
u can always just give up, i can make you a nouse
to hang yourself, but thats up to you to choose
give up or reply, it don't matter coz either way u lose

my flows are sick but too bad they arent contageous
otherwise, your flow could match mine, i have to say this..
coz if you're not gunna realise ur level, im gon' portray this..
to be a case of self defence.. u wonder how i made this
u admit this verse is ill, u wan' replay this
you have nothing on me, so what can you say bitch?

 

Yo, give me the microphone,
cause I own,
and I pwn,
and I'll give you a loan.
Yes bitches, I'm hella rich,
don't go against me,
or you'll be bitched.
Shit, I lost my Saradomin plate body,
and now I gotta go to the potty.

BRB.

(ya i'm the best ever)