Rap Battles - Official Thread

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Do me a favor, and click the red x instead.
Please leave this thread without a trace, make haste.
Your previously lines you need to backspace.

 

This is steroid crack vitamin pills
lyrical spit but no blood spilled
a rap thread filled with rejects bound to be killed
double O-D foaming on the floor
take the 45 and blast em to the core
no turning back gone too far
have you layin dead like that n*gga from gangstar
radical shit vicious spit collateral hit
walk through the valley of the king and get lit
feeling hysterical, minds going tripical, state of mind critical
best pray cuz this shits biblical i'm completely invincible
come through the valley and youz gonna die
have you assassinated like lennon cuz of catcher in the rye
prophecy bullshit, no time for the culprit
i'm here to take the game
ya'll pussies hungry little pigs
ridin on my dick my name all up in ya sigs
sean diddy combs blasting my dome
power in the greed, degenerate from the seed
this isn't a hallucination i'm a new F*cking breed
fuck ya'll n*gga's WES TAKES THE LEAD..........

 

Seeing this verse filled me right up with dread
That the x on somebody's browser is red
If you don't heed my advice then you're better off dead
Get your ass off IE
And learn to use chrome instead

 

Last time I checked, the OP didn't want people who suck...

 

That actually made me laugh.

 

Sorry to inform you, but i use firefox.
I guess i have start knocking blocks off...
Because your full of dread?
Your first line put me straight to bed.
Zzzz.. I'm asleep, i haven't heard a word you said.
Should i spare you? or leave you dead.
Maybe your blood should be shed.
It's you lucky day, I'll just leave you hanging by a thread.

 

You'll leave him hangin' by a thread?
Bitch, I'll throw you off a cliff.
Then fuck with you in the afterlife,
Have your body lookin' stiff.
Thought you come here and show us up?
Your odds are slim, now face those.
You never had a chance of winning, kid.
You're done. Case closed.

 

Hi Mister Admin, I guess I'll start with you
I'm the heartbreak kid, my post here has been overdue.
I really don't know much about you, cept that your name is Ryan,
I'm here to make my debut, but at the end you'll be cryin'

I've been a walking disaster ever since I got the rank of Grand Master
I'm stronger and rhyme faster than your average joe
I last longer, keep training even past my plateua
I'm the next big thing, the biggest kept secret of Sythe,
I can school you all day and night
I'm one of the worlds greatest wonders; I'm Skele_Master.

(No hate Ryan:love: )

 

So the case is closed? that's what you chose.
But that's not how it goes.
I tackle all my foes and deal out blows like boxing pros.
My odds are never slim, because I'm constantly above the rim.
And at my whim, i can make your life grim.
Because my skill is filled to the brim.

 

yo man who wants the violence
Something better than your rap is silence
Skill?
Is that what you call those squeals so shrill?
Now get back and make space for the guin
and I will throw your trash in the bin

 

I want the violence, because i don't want an alliance.
But you can please me with your compliance, no defiance.
This isn't hard to get; this isn't math or science.
Come back another time, but with more self-reliance.

 

Your lines are second best, talking all about defiance.
And your fake fame is finished. It's time to close your eye lids.
Well, at least you're trying, but too bad about the violence,
Cause I already came in, ready to give you silence.
My rhymes are in the atmosphere, while you're just a pilot.
Bigger than the continents, while you're just an island.
I'm something like David, while you're just Goliath.
Prepare to fall. Lose. Die. I'm thinkin' you should try it.

 

Yo my name is Joe,
I don't give a fuck I'm a trailer park hero
Ecstasy, crack, heroin and speed
That is some of what I need
I'll do whatever it takes to get some I don't give a fuck
I'll suck your dick for chucky cheese bucks

 

I come stronger then earthquakes in Japan
Challenge me to a rap battle if ya can
I'll go to battle with my needles and crack
But be ready cause i spit like guns in Iraq
I ain't playin it's all about the bill gates
once i do the killin i lay low like the economy in the united states
don't put me down ill get upset you better give me a cigarette
cause ill put a magnum down your throat and make you play Russian rullete

Albania's Finest Don't forget Ciao.

 

sorry

 

The clock is ticking, your rhymes are sickening
You need to calm your shit down, stop the damn bickering
Just as queer as what you see on Brokeback Mountain
Stand on toes and drink from the fountain
Of youth, 'cause your rhymes are getting crippled
I shoot ya once and you split down the middle
Do you dare to fuck with the rare
for I'm the living dead and here to fuck with your head
don't underestimate a girl, for I am a pearl
never to be damaged by your pathetic rummage

 

they call me michael jordan cause im the greatest eva
this shits natural to me
cause what i spit its just factual u see
u got cars n hoes i know i know
but what u dont got is a flow
im lyrically insane crazed in the brain
ppl hear u rap and wanna flush it down the drain
why the real rap fans call me the greatest
but u always being talked bout as the fakest
u always say how u slap bitches
how ironic when i got u doin my dishes
while im fuckin ya wife next to ya in the kitchen
now stop ur bithcin
im doin the bitch-In
get it, in tha bitch
with my dick

 

bitch you old n retired
imma light this whole show on fire
burn burn burn your ass
Sit back and watch me smoke some grass


cuz im the pimp of this hood
i don that and you wish u could
im rollin in bankroll
streetroll, hoodroll and payroll
roll up in my lexus
get chicka in front of me watch me sex this
i bitch slap the smirk off your face
knock you off the bar stool and put you back in your place

 

Ryan please step aside before I attack
Pull out my gat and cock the shit back
Pull the trigger boom boom smack clack
Watch your body jerk back
You think you got rhyme I've heard fatter tracks
You think you got rhythm nigga I wrote the rap algorithm
Now before you spit back note one thing
Your messin with the master
And I hold back nothang
I'll make you cry and sigh as you wonder why you never had an alibi
I imply and reply with the freshest beats I'm an athlete a slayer a full time player
I'll wrap you up and toss you the floor for sure your ass surely wont want any more.

 

You're sick when you spit out this shit
Who do you think you're impressin'? You might as well quit
I don't got you by the leash, I got you by the collar
We trick out your bitch, she let us have her for a dollar
You're trippin' so easily, you look like a fool
It's not that you're good at the game, it's that the game's good at you

I look back to see you're straight wack
talkin' about my wife
that ain't right, get your own fuckin' life
I hope you know that my wife got that STD
now you know that got that HIV
you're sick as fuck, but not that good sick
more like i feel sick, lookin' at that sorry ass rap