Rap Battles - Official Thread

Am I really supposed to believe you're being real?
I mean come on, you rap like a bitch?
read what you write.
see the light,
all of my lines invoke fright,

I don't know what you mean by rappage..
all I'm feelin is your snappage,
ape shit?
Already got that covered, I'm bananas
Just like Gwen Stefani,
I'm the rich one
You're the girl,
alright give me your fuckin' twirls,
I already told you my rhymes will make your toes curl,
my flow is equal to none,
I stun,
Not with a gun,
but just for fun.

You better run, your times almost up,
you better bust a nut on this shit.
You ain't gettin outa this pit.

I dare you to try it.
try it like you tried to lick your moms tit.
sit down and enjoy the music
this bombs lit, don't even try and defuse it.

 

You try too hard;
and therefore;
you fail.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."

 

your done
your a failure
that was so embarrasing let me give you a second to get some composure
Now back to what I was saying
get off this thread
get rapping out of your head
lets just act like this never happen
just walk off, we wont be clapping
I hope this is the last time this will ever happen.

 

That rap was mad wack,
fucking come at me you'll splat.
I dare you to respond i'll wope yo ass.
And fucking pass yo ass in the rapping world
Motha fucka you suck at rappin, all i know is you need a nappin.
Bitches hatin on my raps fuck yall, all i know is yall try to hard.
I can go all day and smoke that haze, just back the fuck up
Because you know you suck never come back or loose you're nutsack.

 

Johnny quit makin words up,
Your'e eventually going to get stuck,
It's like quicksand you get stuck in the muck,
You're going to need a little nip, and a little tuck,
the only thing that's gonna help your game is surgery,
now start listening to my purgery,
I got you prayin as if you were part of the clergy,
Don't come with this gangsta shit, you ain't got no swagga,
Yo ass don't even matta.
You're just a bagger,
A loud ass smacker,
no one wants to be around you,
In lieu of this battle,
I'm just going to throw yo ass out to the cattle.

 

You try so hard? shit i try weak
I rap so fucking nice it feels like sheep.
I spit like a nigga even though im white and heres another nigga sayin imma get hurt? fuck nigga, you'll get burnt.
Watch yo back watch yo shoes
i steal that shit like they booze.
Yo lame ass life its probably so boring
All you do is sit and there and drink orange juice
Then piss yo self and fucking eat horse.
Who the hell eats that shit?
only you. i bet you eat the dick first
because you're gay, then, go eat the hay
with the shit in and the skeet in it and the pubies too.
all i know, is its fucking horse stew.

 

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

 

Nigga make you're own raps you fucking suck
all you need to do is fucking grow up
just give up nobody likes your rap
except maybe yo dad because he likes chodes
and then you have sex with your fucking bro
then you're mom? of fuck no crabs
sike that nigga has millions and billions.
No hard feelings im just spittin it out i dont know you in real life
so you shouldnt care but please, if you do go hug you're teddy bear.
Its fucking christmas and i came on just to check this
now i read you're post and it ruined my x-mas
ight i'm wasting my time im bout to eat some chex mix



-no hard feelings on parents/brother thing.

 

I'm going into uncharted territory with this flow,
I'm bout to see yo bitches ass glow,

Go ahead roll up deep,
I'ma be asleep.

I ain't even scared,
come at me and see how well you fare,
only if you dare

got your eyes glazed,
It ain't the chronic
It's my lyrical tonic,

You have no hard feelings,
but this rap shit it ain't easy dealings,
rap back, before I leave you reeling and kneeling,

Beg for my mercy,
if you beg hard enough I won't leave your ass in a tree,
I won't throw you in a cage and throw away the key.
My flow is the key,

You don't have a flow,
eat these words and start throwin up,
I'll even give you a cup..
That will help your luck..
but until then you suck.

 

You usin big ass words in a rap?
shit nigga you wack
learn to rhyme with no big words
you motha fuckin nerd.
my words arnt huge that have 4 letters
and you know my rap is just straight better
Im wasting my time on you
why even try you damn foo.
Rappin about white shit? who the fucking would do that shit
sticking me in a tree?
nigga you has been smokin weed.
I have bad grammar but im just typin like a rap
respond to this and youll go splat splat.
just next time you bitch ass nigga
use no big words or hear a trigga.

 

damn you guys are good
but i think i could beat a few of you

 

Next Person please?

 

no need for big words to confuse your tiny head,
just as easy as getting your bitch in my bed,
no skill, nothing to it,
you're like the one midget on the jerry springer show just quit it,
you amount to nothing, you'll never have fame
quit before i put you to shame

 

This kid's so wack, freestylin' crap like he was on crack!
I mean common now... does he understand that?
Each line is full of shit, seems like an idiot, maybe a "growing up" kid?
I mean common don't you get why I'm saying all this?
I'm tired of battlin' rookies... I'm talking about way under a rookie
Like this "I Try So Hard" kid... seems like he must've smoked some harsh pookie!
How can anyone call that a freestyle or rap?
This immature kid makes me snap as if he talked smacked behind my back!
I spit ill shit... common now spit some real shit or just quit life
Cause your imagery to me is like a suicidal kid with a knife!
I'll embarrass you lyrically, cut your throat eventually
Same way I've done to you recently, seriously...
So quit what you do man... you just making me famous
You suck even if you "Try So Hard"... change what your name is
I'mma lastly explain this, freestyle ain't for kids with gayness
Your fucking nameless, you shouldn't be shameless
And you lack skill... FOREAL... crack kills
You can't even get close to the mic or make bills
You lost will, you popped too much E pills
My rhymes are "Big" and your's are "lil", so practice and keep it MORE real...
(FUCKING JERK!) LMAO!

 

what, are you kids on coke? are you kids on crack?
there is no possible way you could get away with that.
yeah i know im not cool, i dont claim to be
but do you still think your a straight up G?
G is for gangster, which your definitly not
your rhymes are so bad that you should get shot
i get more ass than a giant donkey stable,
got more lines than whitney houston's coffee table
Gansgsta sell their rocks, ive got a collection
You couldnt get a rise out of a yeast infection.
yeah im a leecher but i bring it hard
you could beat by a fucking retard
its one o'clock here but your the one seeing stars
cuz ill hit you so hard you'll think your on mars

 

You can't mess me na na
All your maties are blah blah
You can't handle drama
I'm a soldier
Like Sparta
Lyrically your like my ma
But watch out i'm a master
Respected like Obama
That's Karma
Like Sutra
Supra
Your a kid on a computer
Don't make me have to rebuke ya

 

partner u fink ur all urban just look at ur hat it looks like a turban.
u act reli hard u fink ur all street but u've got oxfams latest on ur feet.
my rymes are sick why dont u go a suck dick.

 

You talkin bout me, rapping bout me, chatting bout me?
Wa? you chatting bout me, talkin bout me, rappin bout me?
YOU WAT? You rappin bout me, chattin bout me, talkin bout me?
Nah, fake MCs, i know that they need me
Don't watch me, Watch TV
This ain't no damn film
This is real
I Kill em
Certain Mcs try and be the villain
They try burn me, and i chill em
Or we can look back even further
Take out the sound that you've never heard of
Ask the police and they call it murder
I track MCs like the prince of persia

 

Shut the fuck up wank, is this a prank?
This is Boete from the Netherlands.
Ever seen XZIBIT his show?
I'll give you up for mines, called "Pimp my Flow"
Damn, a Dutch lyricale rapper writing a K-Style
Don't cry Faculty, just try to smile.
Smile when im your daddy
I just fucked your mommy, that aint so scary.

Boete

 

Someone challenge me i'm bored and need someone to lyrically abuse.