Rap Battles - Official Thread

I hope you burn in hell, as I was adopted and I'm gonna be a daddy in 9 months you bitch.

I'm 19 just soz you know.

This is only but a portion my friend...

^This is rapping??? :\

Quit talkin' your shit, come prove your legitness,
Here in Layton, Utah, we don't put up wit bitches,
And that my friend, is all you are,
Go get some money, and buy you a car,
Come take a visit, into my hood,
And get your ass kicked, jus like you should,
Cuz little fuck nuts, such as you should die,
Your little Aussie ass, when it's beat, will cry,
To that fuckin hoe, you call your mamma,
Come to the U.S., and get raped by Obama,
You couldn't live here, for more than two minutes,
Without getting fucked up, and you'll have no witness,
Cuz here the in the streets, of the Red, White, and Blue,
We don't put up wit shit, from fuckers like you,
Now I'ma pass you a mic, but you betta think twice,
And remember whe your dead, you'll be buried in ice,
Cuz here in my hood, we be cold as fuck,
And don't waste my time, and make me throw up.



P.S. Maybe you should listen to more rap, of various sorts, and various atrists before you come back...
Here's a few good ones (in my opinion)...
Ice Cube, Eminem, Kottonmouth Kings, Tupac, etc.

 

You gotta be kidding, this is a pic of you right?
Like you say you push drugs but where a phat in real life?
You take this too seriously, you're like the only kid I've met
That got upset and went went PMS over the internet
Have you looked through this thread? No ones worse then you are
So I suggest you pack your raps and continue playin' ya guitar
You havin' a kid in 9 months, that time's supposed to be happy
How's that kid gonna feel when he looks up to his daddy?
"My dad sells drugs and plays Runescape in real life"
Tried to prove his worth on internet and ended up served twice

*Picture taken from his Photobucket account.

 

Funny thing is, I based my flow off yours,
But yet you say I'm worse, then ALL these fuckin whores?,
And if you ever spit, again about my kid,
I'ma fuckin find you, and gut you like a pig,
That pictures from my past, it's long behind me,
That fool said I'm fake, so I had to prove him wrong, see?,
But sayin I'm a failure, as a father,
That shit is fucked up, so you betta not bother,
Mother Fuckers like you, don't deserve life,
All you deserve, is a fuckin knife,
I hope to god, that you burn in hell,
Cuz mutha fuckas like me, don't put up wit shit well,
And espescially, when your dissin on my family,
You can die for that fool, this shit is whack you see,
And not jus to me, ask any of these fuckas,
Get personal and, they may go get some truckas,
Who is headin on the road, into your town,
And these big mutha fuckas, they will beat you down,
They won't show no mercy, they'll beat you down fast,
There won't be time to run, cuz they'll jump your ass,
When you least suspect it, it may be right after school,
I'm just askin don't get personal, that shit ain't cool,
Now Ryan I respect you, Your flow is hella sick,
But don't get on your knees, and feed these lil pricks,
Your jus sparkin up a fire, one that won't ignite,
But me I am fueled, to the point I wanna fight,
But as I said before, I respect you more,
Than any of these punk ass, bitchy little whores,
Your rap is legit, and you know jus what you're doing,
You got a solid flow, mutha fuckas can't be movin,
You flow like a river, maybe even a volcano,
Your lyrics they be lethal, like a drink spiked with Drano,
Like Eminem said, in "Like Toy Soldiers",
Listen to this quote, put down your cup of Folger's,

"But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?"

And with this quote, I hella agree,
That's why I asked the favor, to you Ryan from me,
Now I know I'm gonna get, hella flamed for this shit,
But all you mutha fuckas, jus wait til you have a kid,
Jus try to understand, what I am goin through,
Nineteen, workin at the amusement park: Lagoon,
Gettin shit for my income, and a baby on the way,
This shit ain't easy, and my ladies birthday is in May,
Jus bare with me and invision, making the decision,
Of whether or not, to have food in the kitchen,
Or to buy your lady, a hella nice present,
Pray you can have both, and still make the rent,
Now I dunno, if I'll ever want to spill again,
Cuz all you mutha fuckas, will jus flame me for my feelins,
Cuz all this is true, it'comes from deep in my soul,
So fuck ALL you bitches, you ain't shit no more.



Ryan I hella respect you, but what you said was straight, FUCKED UP. I don't mean to sound gay, but that shit hurt.

I've never felt loved by my own parents, and when you said my own child wouldn't look up to me, that was jus fucked up bro.

Anyways, if people are too immature to rescpet my feelings, and if they bring this up, then I retire from the 'Rap Battles - Official Thread'.

I will keep rapping, as long as shit don't get personal then I enjoy it, and like to compete wit you guys... I know I'm not the next Tupac or Eminem, but still. I think I am t3h sexXxiness...

MCL (Much Clown Love) Guys,
---Robzombie179
---Taylor Smith

P.S. I hope you all have enough mutual respect and are mature enough to respect me, and if not, then FUCK YOU!

 

Now calm down buddy, i think you've takin this too serious
you've got yourself worked up, making yourself delirious
i'm sorry, did you just try to diss me about my country?
its final, you've finally fell off like humpty dumpty

and at least my country doesnt produce faggots like you
i'm not pretending when i say i'd leave you black and blue
that isnt me trying to be hard, im simply telling the truth
just make me happy and shut up, coz you haven't a clue
now your rap career is over you're wondering what you will do
maybe sell your real life phat and quit rs by the age of 22
its your choice to come back, but i recommend you seek cover
coz you have two people that's served you.. like bread and butter

EDIT: i took the other stuff out after reading what u said.. if u dont want me to, i wont bring it up

 

Better make it three times becuz I gotta get in
I mean ur havin a kid, so who ya think ur kiddin
Sittin around, supposedly high, it ain't funny
See to be a dad ya gotta have pride and some money
But you don't know shit about pride look at that
Playin with a guitar n wishin that your party hat
Wasn't real it'd be better if it didn't exist
Go be a help to society by cuttin up ya own wrist
And if miss- paper crown wants to get on down
To the emergency room u could see the baby u missed.

All fun and games ^
But seriously... A paper partyhat?... >.<

 

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Hella props fool. You probably had an extravagant rap, but for leavin da personal shit out, I respeect you, MADLY. You, my friend, are a great person.
P.S. Don't get me wrong your rap is still sexXxy!

What is this?, does money grow on trees?,
Let me on this plan, so I can be free,
Free from worry, doubt and sorry,
And if it's a secret, maybe I can borrow,
A couple stacks of cash, from these trees,
So nobody in this world, will feel free like me,
I'll be flyin high, but without the weed,
No brutal addiction, no more plantin seeds,
No more worryin, about the fuckin cops,
No more silent prayers, hopin that you won't get caught,
Although this shit, may be in my past,
It still haunts me, gets in my face and laughs,
Got my boy Jay, into harder shit,
Took his life, cuz it was too hard to quit,
But it only took his life, cuz his soul remains,
Through his fuckin homies, and his daughter Jane,
It hurts me to see, how these tweakers be,
So fucking careless, they don't take time to see,
What it's gonna do, long-term so they debate,
Arguing wit every breath, til it's too late,
When they lose their friend, or even lose themselves,
And another newspaper, up on the shelves,
And society looks at it, but they don't look again,
This rap is in memory, of Jay Christensen.




This is in memory of my boy Jay Christensen, who died on December 25th, 2008 from using meth. Started off with marijuana, and drinking, but got deeper and deeper. He got the meth from his usual dealer who had dealt to him for about 6 months, but in this particular 'batch' he added some shit that killed Jay as soon as it got in his system.

If any of you 'tweak' or do meth, DON'T. It is very dangerous and no matter how smart you are, or how much you think you know about it, it's jus straight up facts...

METH CAN CONTAIN ANYTHING AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT COULD BE IN IT!!!
^THIS INCLUDES THOSE WHO MAKE IT, AS THEY USUALLY DO DRUGS OF SOME SORT AND MOST LIKELY DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THEIR PUTTING/PUT IN.

MMFCL (Much Mother Fuckin Clown Love) Jay.

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not once or twice but thrice a week
your ryhmes are weak
the picture you describe is bleak
my picture be vivid whenever i speak
i can make you visualize
things that aint even alive.
it's people like me that keep hip hop alive
helpin hip hop thrive
underground music is how i roll
just as great as theweed that i roll
panama red and blueberrys in zig zags is how to go
ryan ain't the rap king , so why don't he just go?

 

It's all good. Sorry for the impact the verse had, I'll try and keep it less personal.

My apologies, I hope you stick around and keep posting in the thread.

 

Rap battle king? Then step on into the ring
ya thought you hit the top of sythe but you forgot one thing
Dime wasn't around, to knock you down from top spot
renoun the crown to this shot
and i'm hot bitch, so, i'm like a hot shot
I never drop the ball and my flow will not stop
it's tick tock cuz time's runnin out for you and
the clock won't stop till there's a belt in my hand

- 8 Bars from Dime to Ryan.

 

i dont even care if that was directed at ryan
ima step in and make sure this bitch leaves cryin
see the 'back' button?.. i recommend u click it
coz u dont wanna stick around, to see how i spit it
my flow rips through urs, i slaughter any type of beat
i'm gunna warn u off before i really try to compete
im known to put words into action on my opposing peeps
the results arent pretty, its untidy, its not neat
i'm a man of his word, so i beg u to believe
before u do something u regret, something u cant retrieve

u best believe too that im the only one that's raw
i've already seen rhyme styles like urs before
u need better flow, u need originality
fuck, there's so much u need, like to check reality
to me... there's just no comparison
claiming to be number 1, now thats just embarrasin
ur flow is streamin outta u like a placid creek
that's a simile, another way to say ya shits weak
in this thread, its been swarmed by dudes like you
if you put it down to the audience to choose who lose
for the lamest and most predictable... they nominate you

 

Wow that's pretty sick =)



You think your the best wit' yo' SHIT nursery rhymes,
but I'm gonna kill you, every verse, every line.
You act all hard, you said your raw too,
but you rap about shit you ain't prepared to do.
Everyday you sit down, your taking the piss,
you're thinkin' of what to say but you cant, your speechless.
Now you know I'm the shit, I'm 2pac replicated,
and before you reply, make sure your dedicated.

Lulz...

 

lol, pretty good

2pac replicated? all that means is another ja rule
he fell off in '03, when 50 cent took him to school
i guess that means you could say im another 50
doin the same shit, ending ya career coz u dissed me
dont be steppin in here with that short amateur verse
u gotta check my history, u gotta know who u battle first
i see you've found the battle thread, pulled ya pen from ya purse
and thought "how can i write rhymes, to be labelled as the worst?"
you wont be talkin me down when u lose teeth and bloods on ya shirt
u better watch what u say when u think i wouldnt act on words
only thing u've ever k0'd is a runescape character
uve taken a shot but it rebounded, comin right back at ya
u didnt realise i was this good, but u have now, havent ya?

teehee

 

50 is that what u are
than that means in rap i beat you by far
because im a clone of every undergroun rappa
fuck wit me i be like hiroshima
my lyrics be hotter than every massed produced diva
hit me ima hit you with my cleaver
as my lyrics contiuo to get deepa
rep against me ima give you scarlet fever
im a soul reaver
except your soul forever shall be cauterizin
you aint real i can tell by the look in your eye your liein
you fucken baby just keep on cryin

 

you talk tough and say you'll hit me with ya cleaver?
you know ur soft as pop tarts, time to go douche ya beaver
if you carry on with that lame talk, time to meet my knee bra
there aint no bigger poser than you, and you say IM liein?
you incorporate fake acts in ya raps, i suggest u stop tryin
that isnt rhymin, reading ya lines is tirein
i know deep down inside, u read mine and ur admirin
my slick talk and my clever flow
coz you know, mine is better than ya lame statements bro
you're no different to any other dude thats crossed me
once again another has failed tryin to take shots at me
you're incorrect like 'that's' without an apostrophe

 

Nothings gonna stop this demolition
Coz Ima man and Im on a mission
So don't go spraying your tongue without my permission
Young ******s trying to disrupt us OGs tradition
I aint no Tupac and im no B.I.G
Just give me a mic and gimme a beat
I'll set up a box and stand up in my street
I'll say whats in my heart, and I'll repeat
Till my voice is heard, and my message is received
And you'll remember me for what I acheived
And I can rest in peace, knowing I changed this game for the better

 

You claim to be causing demolition...
but you're too much of a cat to state who ya dissin
you know as well as i do, there aint no OGs in Australia
i guess rap isnt your thing, coz it continues to fail ya
but you're right about one thing, ur not 2pac or big
coz like you, they didnt stress what to put in their sythe sig
All the Lebanese do is act hard and claim they run our streets
But in Cronulla, YOU were the ones being protected by our police
i'm not going that low and bring racism into this
but i cant stand people coming to my country and disrespecting aussie kids
this is our country and you wont tell me when i can speak
i promise i wont hesitate to retaliate to a dude who gives me cheek

 

this is at range pure:



severe post traumatic stress disorder
interrogated military infantary
ill put you in a worst part of mind in less than 3
on the contrary, put you in a worse physical state
than a vertebrate with a broken back bone that's what's at stake
rappin against me is like tryin to break
34tones of bricks in a 10 feet deep lake
when i atk i move as fast and sly as a snake
no mata in what hood you never get a clean slate
you a pussy you a fake
adjudicating at masterbatin
with the girls my dick got a high ratin
but every girl you meet your rate keeps degradin
your dick ain't even enough to satisfy a girl whos havin her first time mating.

 

I can tell that being complex in ya raps aint ya thing
By the time i read ur 2nd line, it started to make me cringe
Talkin about being like breakin bricks in a lake
How about, my raps will make ya spine shake
Like the leaning tower of pizza in a fuckin earthquake'
For god's sake, stop degrading the art of rap mate
It's only been seven lines, i've broken this cat without delay
You've been unfortunate enough to find that I don't play
So dont say
That i'm not iller than you, that's just you in denial
The way i'm fuckin you up, i could be accused for raping a child
I haven't needed to put effort into these battles for a while
The rate that this is going, there's not another legit MC for miles
You're the curtain raiser to an act that the crowd dont feel
So like 360, fuck a stage, grab a shield, and i'll meet you in the battle field

 

raange pur3 you think your mad but ur obscure,
so be sure ill arrive at your door with a 2 by 4.
i rap my mind, and i find to many people so blind,
by the way they align they raps and combacks,
but they sound shit they should be called comcraps.
I dont always mean wot i say,
but i mean it in a way that its moulded like clay to sit there and stay,
once its put it in the ovan show me some lovin u aint got nottin so dont be so tuffman.
My last line for the rap, so stop talking crap and setting your own traps,
so give me a clap and ill use my own caps you may need a strap to protect your own back.

WOT!

 

Ya raps when broken apart were short and lame
In every line you wrote, the concept didnt change
When you leave this thread, i suggest you dont come back
Coz you're just like the last dude, you know im sharp as a thumb tack
You must be blind or straight dumb to say I can't rap
When you're the one making words up to fit, example? comcrap
You're a feminine faggot, ya rhyme was based on feminine acts
It was missing a key something.. oh! it was talent it lacked
Ya verse was piss to reply at, it was easily matched
I'm automatic like a bot, you could accuse me of leet hax
but as a matter of fact
I'm real, as long as i have my mouth, i'm strapped
I'm deadly, not friendly
I get at you emotionally, physically and mentally
It's best not to tempt me
I'm clearing this place, it's coming more and more empty
You and everyone else are afraid, you all resent me

But just before you go, there's something you should know
And that's knowing that i'm the sickest with the flow
You bite styles, a scavenger eatin off garbage like a crow
This battle is over, it doesn't need a final blow