Rap Battles - Official Thread

Alright....

Rad? You think you're some "cool" boy shit?
Fuck man, I'll blow your head into bits.
Your fucking rap, it doesn't even have flow
I hope you didn't rap ages ago,
I know how it feels, to listen to your rhymes,
When you say your whack-ass shit, it should be a fucking crime.
it's fucking horrid, the people's ears are fucking bleeding,
"STOP YOUR RAPS," man look, the crowd's fucking pleading.
you're so lame, how many times have you gotten laid?
no one would fuck you, even if they got paid.
but it's okay, i know you're used to rejection,
now take this needle, and give yourself the injection.

don't underestimate me, i won't fucking choke,
in fact, my rap is sick enough to give you a stroke.
and don't open your mouth, i hate to smell your breath,
you'll hate to smell my breath, it'll bring you your death


ohai.

 

AH HA HA! I FUCKED YOUR MOM!
Where's your house, So I can send a bomb,
But it ain't the kind, that blows you to bits,
Its a verbal bomb, that gives you the shits,
Cuz you'll be scared, yer ass'll be shakin,
And I'll forget you, when I'm wakin,
If "no flow" is what i have, Then you ain't got shit,
Anyone can rap, but can they back it?
I be amazing, I flow like a river,
The crazy mutha fucka that'll cut yer liver,
Cut you in da face, wit a samurai sword,
Then after that, you will beg me like a whore,
A mutha fuckin slut, is all you are,
Since youz on da streets, you can have my car,
Cuz I make bank when I hustle my dank,
Hold on dawg, I got hit by a tank,
Smoke yer joint, toke some shwag,
But wait til we chill, and you smoke my bag,
You'll be tripping, for long ass hours,
And you'll be saying, "I got super powers!"
My time is up, soz here is da mic,
I wish we were friends, cuz you seem- PSYCH!

 

Pretty good.

 

Yo i dont got bros, dont hang on the streets
i dont beat my hoes, i only beat my meat.
You know im a gangsta, you know i do coke,
but i had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat.
Ive been doin drive-bys all of my life,
cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike.

 

igh pimpin one for the first thing ur not a pimp,
and what u beet is not a meet, its a shrimp,
you say ur a g and you say u do coke,
but the only truth is ur nothing but a joke,
you say you do drive bys,
but all you do is wave hi,
peace out niggaz goodbye

 

I'm sure you know your flow ain't nowhere near as sick as mine is
You ain't no giant, it's just that your ego has fuckin' elephantiasis
I don't care the slightest, You're the same as everyone else on this earth
But I haven't decided, if you're shit's even worth my words
I suggest you stop rappin', you just couldn't master the art of it
Fuck it, I'll even go buy you a fuckin' 'How to rap' starter kit
No experience is wasted, even though I murdered the basics
Now I'm a high roller in the stakes, it's time for you to face it
Listen and learn the facts, because rap never fell off
Come on man you're a pussy, so you can get yourself off
Or do you swing the other way, lookin' for a dick to suck
I predicted as much, so I'm here to fix shit up
So crack open the bottles, cause I'm down for another round
But you're fuckin' choke artist, sound was lost and never found
I called you on it, you were sayin' you were the best
Let's see you lace a track, stop hidin' behind your text
So when you're man enough, come up and to stand in front of the mic
You said you can, your tough, you bit the dust and fucked up your life
So you've been, lyrically murdered, I'm gone so don't mind me
And the scariest part is, forensic science won't find me

 

Aww, Comon bitch you know that was wack,
those verses made you sound like your on crack.
hey guess what? im really your dad, now listen son... don't be
mad... cause i knocked yo mom up, when you were born,
i guess it was just luck, because your a waste of egg and sperm, listen boy, when are you gonna learn? that your Rhymes are whack and you aint a G' you know where im from i from 313, reppin all day, my ryhmes are so ill, they made you say, "Damn i want to be like like him someday" well kiddo, you've got along way...

What Beootch?
(P.S i'm the whitest kid you'll ever meet) lol

 

This freestyle goes to the Mrs. "The Inf3cted"
You never touched anyone's mom nigga, instead got rejected
I get my 3 years old heroin on your arm injected
Mothafucka quit with all the 313 rep bullshit homey, shit's getting hectic
You just a lonely mothafucker who's jealous
I preach you with devil's speech and brainwash you, and no help from the medic
You stupid small mothafucker you just too much energetic
What'd you do? Drink coffee? Too much candy?
Why don't you come through and have a taste of my homemade patty
You don't gotta trip what's in it though
Cause others enjoyed it last time with some cookie dough
I stay reppin the 213 now the 818
I stay screaming fuck the world and fuck this free state
Let me get back at you though you infected confederate
Don't think I'mma end this way punk, consider it
As you all know I keep my lyrics simple and legitimate

 

What the fuck, Why are you, the "Rap Battle King",
When this shits fixed, I might make you my queen,
You ain't no king, you's a fuckin peasant,
And if you're lucky, I'll give you a present,
The mailman will say, Here's "Ryan's delivery",
A box of sperm, and yeah, it's from me,
Youz a punk ass bitch, a fuckin prick,
Quit your yappin, and suck my dick,
Let it snow, your a ho ho ho,
And I'll fuck your mama, Oh,
SHIT, did, I let that slip?
Sorry if I, offended you bitch,
And by the way, your flow sucks,
Kick it wit me and suck my nuts,
I'll show you a flow, that you'll never forget,
But fer now take the mic, and keep talkin' that shit.

 

Your flow's more of a poetry you speechless motherfucker
You're a gayass motherfucker just like your gayass father
Don't come in sythe bringing these weakass lines
You wasting my time, commited a crime
You talking about your 2 inch cock alot, is it fun foo
I'mma smash your head creating a new voodoo
Smile now cry later you heard it right
Cry now cry later for you sounds tight

 

Wow, amazing you deserve a medal.
But just like a bike you need to learn to pedal.
You aint go no cash,no fame,no power
Before you start to talk, know that I own the Trump Towers
So try to step to me you fuckin shameful coward
When you step to me, your heart will be devoured.

 

You telling me that I deserve a medal?
You said something that I've already settled
It was way back at year 99
My first day as a lyricist I was ill with the lines that I combine
You telling me I got no cash, no fame, no power
But did you know that you a fucking coward?
You don't own no Trump Towers, whatever the fuck it is
I don't play no kid's game I fuck with the realist shit
I just stepped to you motherfucker better recognize
My heart ain't devoured, won't be devoured, get this re-organized
You probably feel stupid and embarrassed as you reading these lines
Just close your eyes and pray for better I love to fuck with people's mind

 

Listen kid, you need to learn how to rap, its plain and simple,
your lryics are crap, im the king of the hill, remember that, my rhymes
are "tight" my rhymes are "fat" im unstoppable remember that. you say you don't play a kids game? well you are one, infact you need to go back to the first grade and learn how to spell, man ill fuck you up, then throw you down a well, you say im not reppin 313? man you know for a fact that your scared of me. you love to play with peoples mind? well infact your already in line, you see, no one can beat me, im too much to handle, ill light your shit up like a candle.

 

Your fucking rhymes are bullshit you call that a freestyle?
You stupid HIV infected motherfucker re-spit your rhymes now
I ain't young I'm older than you, son
I'm old as a soldier I play with hand guns
Put your lines right and make them sound tight
You telling a story instead you ignorant motherfucker, aight?
How you telling me you too much to handle
You easy as opening a door knob or lighting a candle
You can't light me up you dumb little kid
Give your time to reconsider who you REALLY FUCKING WITH

 

Ya brothers be whack
dat baby's got back
so take her to the shack
' go whack...whack...whack

You think dis shit sucks
well I still make the bucks
so I don't give a fuck!

I see you in da club
messing with that big fat tub
bitch you gotta go with me
cus dey don't come dat good lookin on the streets

You think dis shit sucks
well I still make the bucks
so I don't give a fuck!

I got my pistol
walking down bristol
I see dis joka that I don't like
put a cap in his ass
now brotha good night

You think dis shit sucks
well I still make the bucks
so I don't give a fuck!


Right now i'm spittin'
so I think i'll stop
just remember bitches...
i'm at the top

 

Leave the rhymes to me,im the lyrical master
Your what, we call, a lyrical disaster!
because how can i resist gettin dissed
by the kid whos about to get pissed off nd
ima leave you in the coffin coughin
Now leave now before ya get murked
Too late, you all ready got jerked...

 

Leave the rhymes to me,im the lyrical master
Your what, we call, a lyrical disaster!
because how can i resist gettin dissed
by the kid whos about to get pissed off nd
ima leave you in the coffin coughin
Now leave now before ya get murked
Too late, you all ready got jerked...

 

You spit bullshit quit causing problems
I'm serious kid you don't want any involvement
Do the aftermath faggot, you ain't no lyrical master
You the TRUE lyrical disaster, FALSE lyrical actor
And a scrawny looking cracka, you get shot quick
You get knocked out quick too, once you wake up you find yourself sitting next to my dick
You's an ugly trick, get outta your shelter and quit getting lost
Recognize that I'm your boss, and this is your extraordinary loss

 

Shot quick? Knocked quick? Man suck my dick,
Look in the mirror and analyse yourself on the flip.
So YOU are a TRUE lyrical ACTOR?
I'll wrap ya, i'll smash ya, leave ya face a disaster.
We rockin, and we rhymin to this sick beat,
only to find in my lyrics that you suck feet.
I'm done with this lady,
Gotta go see his mom cus she pays me.

 

*EDIT I WAS REALLY HIGH WHEN I DID THIS IM NOT GOING TO REMOVE ANYTHING BECAUSE IT SUCKS ILL LEAVE IT THERE LOL BUT NOT THAT IM SOBER AND I READ THIS IT MAKES NO SENCES AT ALL!*


you aint got no lyrical magic
all your startin is somethin tragic
all you doin is makin pointless trash
id fuck you up more then my cold hard cash
dont front son itll put you at point
dont be rockin with my rhymes just go smoke that joint
quit your act that you started at the age of three
or ill fuck you up if you keep player hatin on me
if you think your flow is real
you aint got shit, your flow is fake
you think you got fame
but fame aint no game!
dont tempt fate give up and die
mother fucker ill do it for you dont even try

P.S i am super baked if this doesnt make anysence haahahahahahaa