Rap Battles - Official Thread

yo
check it
you cant rhyme
you can suck my dick tho
still doin yo mamma jokes eh?
Kid, no 12 year olds aloud
i dont need to rhyme my lyrics to be able to toast your ass crack
azzbr0, you spelled it wrong you dip shit
kiss my ass bro
yeah i still say the same shit from last round
no1 really gives a shit but your mom when her ass is round
i don't know what the fuck im saying
trippin on ex man
l2 fuck ur ex man
suck my dick man
yo
check it
nigger you gay

 

yo, just admit failure, transcript-ed minds prosper over wailers
no bob marley, you can say you tripping on ex, to hide from defeat, no fucking beat, im on a rampage, no cage for you to keep, me in , devils son, prone to win, overtake boundaries while every weak rapper like you cant ground me, im up so high, you only a flies distance from the earth surface, im in space, shit on mars on purpose, so before you start cursing, check yourself cause you wont be cruising you'll be hursing

nigga you fuckin gay

 

'Think' I'd be the winner?, nigga I'll be dominatin,
Like a cheese grater, on your flow I'll be like gratin,
Hatin on the fact, that your a wannabe G,
But let's get the facts straight, you ain't nothin close to me,
Yer jus another rich faggot, who studies on his shit,
But I'm coming straight up off the dome, makin me legit,
No time to stop typing, no time for hesitation,
Murder you with lyrics, yo thats my destination,
Fuck the government, fuck you too Ryan,
Everybody here knows, that your flows lyin,
Bitch stuck cryin, in the chair at his computer,
I'm a rocket launcher, while your a pea shooter.

WURD!

 

yeah, your both reeking like shit, cause you flow looks like it
your both pussy bitches, no batman your both his sidekick
thats robin, and im robbing your confidence
the same one that makes you believe that you can rock this shit
yo your saying murdering him with lyrics is your destination?
go back to school younging, cause your grammers fuckin your reputation
if you even had one, Ryan your another weak self proclaimed rapper
i'll split you boys in half, like your life never mattered
you're not even close to what the fuck rapping is about
Im the motherfucking sergeant, y'all are just boy scouts
ouch, didn't mean ta hurt you like that, no coming back
your lucky if i ever give you the ball, cause your a third string running back
so as your fumble every rap you've ever thought about spittin here
just know i'm always here, so I suggest you start quittin here

 

Yo brah
check it
You rap like this guy http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/2950/eminemh.png
the gay version
Yeah eminems cool
But your kissin his ass to much while suckin his dick to
You probably live in a fucking home that allows no cussin
Listenin to eminem all day and 50 cent
You dont even have 50 cents
Poor ass little cunt, surprised you can even afford a computer
What the fuck is a pea shooter
you fuckin penis hooker
You aint no nigga, fuckin hick
You a wigga, suckin dick
Now just get the fuck out while you can
lyrics aren't all about rhyme, you sack of shit
Damn your stupid with lyrics, you dont even have a ball sack
Tehehehe fuck off


Thanks for trying to rap battle me bitch bro, i mean azzbr0

 

yo, if eminems cool, why don't you suck his dick faggot
getting maggered listing to 50 cent, they should call you rabbit
cause you suck dick like you eat carrots, must be a habbit
you a bitch, so the only thing you stabbing is from behind
yeah you would like that wouldn't ya? your dead from one line
this is black ops im on the front line, shoot em up like the dudes from columbine
why the fuck you giggling and the end of your rap for?
you must be a pussy bitch, you suck, so your like a rap whore
you like bumming dudes, thats why you enter your house through the back door
all i do is act poor, all you do is lack raw, ability to rhyme sick like me, just do it, no nike, call me spike lee, producing magic, whatever you got is unlikely
so bite me, cause your a dog looking bastard
ill spit a hole through ya rap, so get it plastered
every metaphor and lyric mastered, burning ya , so you look like my cigarette ashes, faggot.

Burgertown you aren't up to my level, nigga you fuckin gay

 

Woah, leave Eminem out of your raps, thats going a bit out of line
Especially when you're spitting third grade lyrics still trying to figure out how to rhyme
Luckily for you, I got a PHD in rhyming
Combined with metaphors, sprinkle in some perfect timing
So shut the fuck up, listen to me like my name is Simon (Simon Says)
Cause when I say I got rocks mother fucker I do not mean diamonds
So you wanna die today? That's alright I got a fella
My meat don't need beat like even my dick goes acapella
I'm like an assassin, trying to figure out who's ass to kick
Cause there's so many shitty rappers in this thread I just don't know who to pick
Cause in this rap game, I'm two steps ahead of yall
So I take two steps back, take your dome off and play tetherball
Rip your arms off, use that to hit the ball
Don't take it personally, just goin through my daily coke withdrawal
Call me the slavemaster, putting stupid niggas in their place
Hey, BurgerTown, you got a little lyrical shit up on your face

 

All these bitches are scared of me

 

Scared of you? Listen foo.. Pay attention if you've got a few.

I ain't no bitch nor scared of you
I'll tear this shit up like it's news to you
You'll be the paper and I'll be the ink
Writen these rhymes all over you
You think you got spit? Your rhymes ain't shit
Please, take a minute.. hell, more than a few
I'll drop this beat until I cause some heat
You think you're looken so neat with your
Pronunciation and capitalization? Listen bro..
I understand your hesitation to reply to this shit
with your frustration but it just won't matter cuz
You see.. I'm the new creation.
So step the fuck up..
Have a glance, make a stance
and if you're lucky? I may grant you a chance
but remember: there's just one Danth

 

What the fuck is this? Sure as hell it aint legit,
that must mean, Your "Nothin but" a bitch,
What you tearin up? Your little lyrics paper?
I'm comin off tha dome, bitch don't be hater,
I may not be an O-G, But bitch you are a wankster,
I am a REAL G, piss me off an you'll get shanked sir,
Reppin it with red, every fuckin day,
And every nigga knows, a wannabe is gay,
I didn't mean to diss on your orientation,
But i have to make a point, Bitch i ain't playin,
Concentration, is what you need kid,
Maybe even a few hits, of fry from uncle cid,
Open your mind foo, and don't be a hoe,
But ima pass the mic, and let this bitch "flow".

WORD.

 

Legitimate and ready to spit,
gunna twist this bitch til he looks like a blue tit.
Threatens to shank me and calls himself a REAL G?
These words are my ray-gun; and we're playen Nazi-Zombies.
No recovery here bro; not gunna happen,
gunna watch you bleed out till I see you tappin.
Then I'mma show you whos the big-shot,
cuz theres no place for a bitch like you in hip-hop.
Concentration? Finally, done with the abbreviations,
where'd you learn that anyway? Sitting at the bus-station?
Man take this advise as a donation,
pack your shit up and save yourself the humiliation.
I've been spitten these rhymes like a meteor shower,
running all over this bitch like it's rush-hour,
fuck it, take the mic back; this time try turning on the power.

 

Just Joined sythe, and I'll start with an introductory rap.
(Fretsonfire, sick verse ma dude)

Listen,
When I started rappin, i was still runnin around in my diaper
and for the record, all you faggots suck, I'm runnin this cypher
Yeah, I play MMO's, but I still get bitches, and got a life
Keeping it real son, I rap like no other, don't even trife,
Because my wordplay is x-acto, like the sharp point of a knife
Call me a spectacular motherfucker, or call me imacullate,
The only thing they be callin you, is fuckin inaccurate,
Sorry for cursin, I'm just try to get my point across,
But you gotta admit,
I just wiped and disposed of you, like god damn dental floss.

-Dankest

 

Dankest.. yo; I dunno what you're doing in this play-pin,
but be prepared because I'm about to play you like a fucking violin.
This shit ain't no welcome note so don't get your hopes up,
more of a jump-rope tied around your fucking throat chump.
I advise you go back to wearing diapers,
because when I get hyper I'm like a fucking sniper..
Aiming at you with the intent to kill,
have you running around like this is some sort of fire drill.
Now run on back to your MMO's, maybe they think you're tight,
oh thats right, you're a fucking faggot running around in tights.
Stop playen around in the kitchen with the knives,
you deprived little fuck before I decide to drive,
the biggest knife in the drawer through your chest,
and watch you deflate like your moms fake breasts.
Now it's time to lay you to rest little boy; go get some sleep,
I can feel your heart race it's going bleep, bleep, bleep,
soon you'll sucking cock for dirt cheap, my advice?
Go deep.

 

You guys suck at rapping.
You guys are shit............ crapping.

 

Nigga I don't need power, to easily beat you,
I'm comin straight off the dome, ready to defeat you,
Try a bus stop, I can't afford the station,
But like I fuckin care, one day I'll own the nation,
Straight world domination, jus from a lyrical speech,
While a nigga like you, is homeless on the street,
Prayin to god, to help you get your life back,
Next thing you know, you have a heart attack,
But nobody cares, about your lifeless corpse,
It'll probably get raped, by some heroine whores,
Not that THIS rape, wasn't enough,
Now lets see if you can spit some legit shit couz.

 

Time for me to put this wigger into place.
You'r a level under me...somewhere near my shoelace.
Still RMCSTUDIOS also known as Tony.
Still got your momma riding my dick as If I was her pony.
Still kicking rhymes doesnt matther fast, or slowly.
You can get your wanna be black ass in line and blow me.
I got something left that you might like.
You are a dirty sanchez but not the bike.

 

You make me laugh aloud, you pussy ass bitch,
You aint no mc, jus a stupid lil snitch,
Your name is, r-m-c-studios,
An everyone knows, you ain't got no hoes,
You ain't got flow, nor the doughs,
Nobody cares, what your name is punk,
Unless you got pills, or the skunk,
But everyone knows, you ain't got that shit,
Cuz everyone knows, that you a bitch,
What is a 'sanchez'? I don't ride no bike,
I roll in 350-Z's, and that shits tight,
You may be a pony, but I'm a fuckin shark,
I'll kill you quicker, than a poison dart.

WORD

 

I've been hearing alot of bullshit about this homie comin off the dome,
yet all I see is some loser ass kid in a broken home.
I'm thinking about pre-ejaculating just to get this shit over with,
I'm sick of fucken around, someone take this bitch.
See the problem is that you're trying to create,
something you can't handle so let me dictate;
you're entire rhyme is useless shit, you mind as well just quit,
theres just no point to try and beat this shit;
especially when you're a useless itch, at the tip of my dick,
I'll just scratch you homie until you go away,
this ain't no love story, you call it a rape?
I'll show you world domination and watch you try'n escape.
Then just before you make it, I'll slip you a date rape,
shove my boot so far up your ass it'll reshape,
man if you don't call that rape; next time I'll use some tape.
Shit man please, theres no hope, go back to RuneScape.

 

I got the stamina DanthEx, I'ma damage ya bland text
Don't step foot in this damn thread if you can't manage or stand next
To me spittin verbally to follow with a backhand, check.
You go to gay bars for a man on man lap dance I bet
You want this suffering to end like people in the land of Tibet

 

Haha, nice to see you again raange pur3. Anyways, here goes...

Don't waste your time, with this wannabe, M-C,
I'ma take the mic, and spit shit, LEGIT-LY,
Against thee, try but can't dis ON ME,
Cuz I don't take SHIT TO HEART,
You're a can tuna, I'm a GREAT WHITE SHARK,
In the dark or the light, I'm always ATTACKIN,
Man, fuck bitches, I'm great white SMACKIN,
So fed up wit snitches, fed up wit BITCHES,
Piss me off enough, you'll get great white STITCHES,
I don't mean the ones, that scar you FOREVER,
I'm diggin deep in your soul, to hurt you BETTER,
Lasting forever, even after you DIE,
I never once said, I was takin a LIFE,
But maybe your career, droolin on da MIC.

WORD