Rap Battles - Official Thread

My first attempt.

I don't know where he came from or what he's doin

But ill tell you now this raps going to him,

Just remember what your reading is true,

This rap will kill you slowly jus like swine flu.

When your talking to a girl this is what you do,
you get a mass erection on top of your groove.

Your the kinda fag who stares at her eyes,
I'm the kinda guy that stares at her thighs.

So were you working on that rap for days and days?

Cause I can do it better in like 50 diffrent ways.

I don need to kill you witha gun cause I'm not full-of-it,

Because me raps and lyrics are like .50 cal buletts.

I don need to kill you by mounting on a gun,
Because rapping down fakes like you is just for fun.

My words are so true and not to strange,
I'm just like obama when he says change.

So should I stock you up now or stock you up later,

With the words "I am the one that's greater"

 

You got real sick rhymes, i'll give it to ya'
But don't get it twisted, I see right through ya'
See you on the streets n' be like what's it to ya'
Just cryin' cause the girls won't do ya'
Too fly for this whack rhymin' thread
Ya' timin's dead
The thread was better on pages way ahead
The gauge's cocked, bout to pop
My rage cannot be stopped
And the stage is about to covered in Red

 

Riddler,
You're the only thing about to be covered in red.
So take a seat and listen closely while I murder this thread.
"Too fly for this whack rhymin' thread", says the hoe.
I'm lightyears ahead of you, kid.
Your rhymes are slow.
Top of the food chain,
devouring the competition.
Make you out of an example.
It's a bad decision,
To choose to battle me.
Because I have so much precision.
Headshots, i'm the bomb,
Like nuclear fission.

Anybody on this thread think their worthy enough,
then step up so I can shut you up.
I'm callin' your bluff.
Mods racin' to the scene.
"Arya, that's enough.
You're not allowed on this thread.
We think you've murdered enough."
I don't know what it is,
Ya'll are just too soft.
Oxymoron, i'm feminine,
but i'm just too rough.

 

I master my steez, disaterous to wacker MC's
Attacking with ease, and bring a bat to shatter riddlers knees
I'm badder than these...
Riddler screaming, "Imperial please, "
But your begging doesn't matter to me
I'm allergic to wacker rappers, and automaticaly sneeze
So when drop bars after me, I try not to breathe
Blow flows into tissue like boogies and snots
Cock the hammer, pop the glock like a rookiesh cop
And when you see me spit, under the collar u gettin hot
Got 'em counting down the days that it took me to drop
And when everybody admits i merked, you'll be begging for more
Cause you never heard a style like this perfected before
From the surface of the Earth to the center of the core
Epidermis of a girl or placenta of a whore
All the verses in the World couldn't settle the score
Caus Imperial is the master of the deepest metaphors
Riddler really on a scale on one to 10? u barley reachin a two
u think your fly? im so high im watching this forum from an arial vew
everybody here so pussy ima call u the OVARIAN CREW

 

Imperial,
it's a shame how you even begin to steal these,
Raps, the songs "Battle Me" from Apathy.
Damn. You used the song, word for word.
Should've changed the words up.
But see, I heard it first.
Then you posted it,
On this rap thread.
Plaigarism,
Shit'll get you a pricetag on your head.
All you did was add Riddlers name to the song.
No originality, son.
Fuck, this shit is wrong.
(LUL, I've heard of stealing lyrics, but you steal entire songs.)

 

is it embarrasing for me to say i know this kid? geez...
ill admit i love apathy aswell but damn man, please?
Anyway ima make up for this waste man and drop bars by self
bars that leave scars doing damage to ya mental health
i strike hard with bars n leave like im attackin with stealth
think of my bars like shuriken to a clan of highley trained ninjas
ima hold this rap thread together like a door with its hinges
getting more praise than the gods sat up on mount olympus
compared to me man the son aint prodigal
whats impossible to you, to me is quite probable
dont try n argue man its all just rhetorical
but yet im still the only historicle metaphoricle oracle
you know im spittin truth man never in my life been so sure
none of yall ever seen a spitter thats so raw
but yet i aint even found a reason what im doin it all for
i dont really know why i try i can see you lack intelligece...
fucking with what? u thinkin you higher like the top of what is everest?
but yet up on the scale of the whole known galaxy
maybe when u in that leauge step up n try challange me
ima prove your reality is complete and utter falicy
just admit man you doin this whole thing wrong
no matter how much you to prolong
hanging by thread , im movin to fast you never gonna hang on
im so far ahead i cudnt come back if i wanted to
my honest only view is all that i can promise you
i spit with wisdom like ima a wise old man
u only get 1 chance... dont do seconds like a clock with a broke han'
thinkin you swag? arya just go n snatch another purse
but please man whatever ya do dont rap another verse
why bother tryna spar you aint on my level man please...
i got the rythm and punch lines but yet still study degrees
but still yet i attend no classes, if i was you id go n fetch ya glasses
asking ya self "why did sorry im f2p have to go n pick me"
im like a HIV rapper, dont get it? you cant live with me
so go back and study before you try n fucking mc
cos i got more power then goku from fuckin dragon ball z

 

It's time to quit the bitchin'
Ya' rein is finished, get ya' ass back in the kitchen
Ya' hobby, you betta be switchin'
Ya' friends, you betta be switchin'
Once they say they got ya' back, see who's that
The guy that got them gats
Your friends will shat, bricks, then start ditchin'
Ya' sorry, sad ass that should be fixin'
To start hitchin', a ride all the way to Britain
You ain't nothin' but a stupid ass vixen

 

My reign will never be finished.
As long as there's people like you,
Who think they're winnin'.
Callin' me a stupid ass vixen.
Look, there's no logical reason for you to write.
Because when I reply, I'ma be stealin' your lime light.
Get off this thread, and out of sight.
Get off the tip, you fuckin' dike.
Come back with better raps,
and get it fuckin' right.
Usually, I'd say get it how you get it,
but shit, you get it wrong.
This is a rap battle thread.
You're singin' fuckin' songs.
Like, "What's the deal?
What's the prob, man?"
Well, I'm your problem.
My lyrics will make you sob, man.
Usually, I wouldn't continue a rap this far,
but you just handed me your pride in an air-tight jar.
All the cursin' on this thread givin' me whiplash.
But I still got skill that you wishin' you had.

 

uhhh...

So pretty much any rapper'd want you to stand next them
Not cuz you're cool, cuz you make a 5th grader look like eminem
And you, you're the fucking polar opposite
like a fucking polar bear tryna live in the tropics
rap and you, it's like tar n feathers
everyone hates it, but they're always together
so please, go ahead and write raps until you get tired
and i'll see if my self esteem can go any higher

 

Nty.

In through ya' ears, and out ya' head
Don't forget what i said or my dog'll be fed
Not bread, naw, not what you been thinkin
Some fresh meat, yea, ya' pride betta' be shrinkin
Don't put the Zinc in, just keep breathin'
Oh shit, swagger so sharp I think he's bleedin'
Just take heed n', hopefully ya' fate won't keep sinkin'
Cut that gay shit out we know you fakin'
The quakin' in ya' boots is just makin'
Me feel like a tease, just bend ya' knees
And start to plead before the trigger squeeze with ease by means of deez
Bullets in ya' body and i'll say "jeeze"
In through ya' ears, and out ya' head
Don't forget what i said or my dog'll be fed

 

alright now straggler beware you about to get lyricially battered
stop talking bout gats, u aint bullet proof u can get ya melon splatterd
everybody talkin bout killing, fightin, smokin n snatchin a couple purse?
but im feeling kinda nice today ima give you a chance go ahead write a verse
take a minute with it
but if i was you id quit it
ima take ya throat n slit
'fore u get the chance to even spit it
when im bringing in the dough now dont expect me to split it
your right me and and rap and like tar and feathers
we stickin together thru shit times n bad weathers
go ahead strike back but arrows gonna pierce all my foes
im so damn fierce to all of those who appose
reign down with an aresenal of sharp dart spears and bows
so have go sorry im f2p is now back in effect
i got signed like that line on the back of a cheque
ima write bars straggeler and i aint ever gonna tire
ima keep doin this till i die i aint ever gonna retire
bars doing more damage that a basebal bat coverd in barbed wire
so get the fuck out the rap section n head back to the choir

 

you wanna battle ill make ure bum cheeks rattle
ur mum fucked my cattle.

 

i know that was a joke ima treat it likes its real
leme murk you, never happened to me so tell how it feel
i know i dont mean to be dirty i dont mean to be rude
but i cracked ya mams legs open and said "pretend to be food"
took her right and her left pulled em apart watch em split
decided she tasted bad so move the fuck away turned around n spit
that aint ever gonna stop me just usin me fingers now workin her clit
undid the bra went to have a suck upon the tit
i was mislead frmo back here they looked like double d's
but upon a closer inspection im like what the fuck are these?
i turned around n said have u tried u clearisil yet? geez
ima cut the bullshit i like pussy n ya mam fiends the for dick
got straight down to business - strip kiss n stick
licked your mum all over like she some human popsicle
buss ma nut right on her face, all down here face watched it trickle
didnt wanna see her face made her turn around hop on top doin it smooth
watchin that ass n them hips like she breakin down to a mexican groove
can hear u in the room next door "mum please im still awake!"
i dont give a fuck i smashed her so hard surprised me dick didnt break
so droppin bars again me jewtec u gotta be insane
get a fuckin cat scan - im deep in every rap fans brain

 

I'ma take a quick turn for the better
So i'm not gonna rap for only that cheddar
Just read my letter and let shit settle
My life;s like a sick roller coaster with loops n' metal
But sometimes I don't like to rock the cradle
The shit could get fatal, So I will not meddle
People nowadays take things too serious
Just be like me and act like it was just the gust
No need to fuss
The pain in your heart will be over soon, no need to cuss
The vain in ya' forehead's about to bust
Then the cain in the closet will be the only way to move until you turn to dust.

 

Riddler,
You need to go back to Somethin' For all,
You want to be a good rapper,
But it ain't sure your call.
I'm hungry, but you don't like rockin' the cradle.
Put some creddar on your horses and I'm rockin' the stable.
Considering you're dead, I'm so iced out.
I'll show you the way to failure,
like a light house.

For you, it's lights out.
Like a curfew.
I would continue this rap,
but I don't wanna hurt you.

Wait, maybe I do.
Maybe this baby's for you.
Maybe you're too lazy to show me the respect that's due.
I'll stay checkin' you.
Always wreckin' fools.
Workin' on my raps,
Constantly checkin' my tools.

Yeah,
I'll split you in half.
Then make haste!
What do I taste ?
Son, I'm eatin' your calves.

"You're eating my calves"?
Yes. Call me the hannibal.
I'm an animal.
So magically delicious, like danimals.
Or maybe lucky charms.
Put down your fuckin' guns.
Release your fuckin' arms.
I'm killin' this thread.
See, my wars already won.
Step aside, while I deliver,
'Cause this package weighs a ton.

Word.

 

Who is this pussy named 'Arya'
All I know is that his lyrics aint gonna go far
You replying to me wouldnt be to smart
Bout to go over as well as a pussy fart
Coz im just sittin here, a lyrical master
Compared to my lyrics, yours are a disaster
So quit spittin that
You just a pathetic baby gangsta
Or maybe yet, a white wanksta
Fake flossin like Ross
Next youll be callin yaself the boss
But to me this shit aint tricky
Ill fuck ya up like Fif did Ricky
Killin you like my last name Krueger
Steady poppin you wit tha Luger
Ill smoke ya like a Marlbro
Makin you my bitch like you just a hoe
You arent even competition
Coz my rhymes are perfection
Coz if ya keep up the little bullshit imitation
You'll just end up burning in a cremation
So please drop the fake acts
And face the undeniable facts
front up to them now, couldya?
If you've still got some beef then I'll be the butcha

 

Alright heres my first try
Hope i dont make any of ya cry

You all claim you rap
But all I see is a mix of this with that
stop saying the random things
THey dont even sting
Ill show you a bitch
That will do more than cover that itch'
Listen to me for a while
YOure just in denial
You can rhyme words like Dr Seuss
Since all those words you choose
rhyme like the cat in the hat
Youre just whack
Bitch you deserve a smack
I can show you a thing or two
Ill do it just for you"

You see I smoke a pack a day
In the end Ill always find my way
Lyrics pop in and out
Sometimes I just wanna shout
Cause I read shit like that
That makes me wanna crack
You can talk shit all you want
Youll just fail the taunt
Kid shut up and stop listening to Eminem
Hes a sellout, look for more than him
Stop pretending to be something your not
Fuck it, go smoke some pot
Maybe then youll think clear
and then maybe your raps will sound better to my ear

Dont waste my time
with simplistic little rhymes
that barely make any sense
trying to create tense
Bro you fail
all you that left to do is for you to chase your own tail

I laugh at you bringing yo momma shit out
When you sound no better than a little boyscout
Bitch take your seat I aint done
Cmon keep enjoying the fun
What your done with this?
Fuck this was easier than taking a pist.

 

lollz

 

One more quick verse b4 i go to sleep


I cop the uncoppable nigga
you can't stop the unstoppable nigga
I pop a shot threw u niggas
and I was like a Pop to you niggas I gave you a flow
and i adopted you niggas
I did alot for you niggas
and this tha fuckin thanks I get?
you my son you should thank my dick!
you take my shit, flip it around and now you think you sick?
I guess you think you badass but I think you trash
and I’ll spank dat ass you ain't fuckin wit me
you wouldn't even rap like dat if it wasn't for me
I been had my weight up
how you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

 

If you're gonna rip, at least do it from a good song.