Rap Battles - Official Thread

Robzombie man// what are you thinkin'
my flows smells fresh // your flows stinkin'
i saw ya girlfriend // man shes mingin'
dude you are a moron // suck so much dick ya got a sore-tongue
talkin about the knives and the shanks // ill knock you down a few ranks
your the type of dick who would attempt to rob banks
and then get caught // and sent to the station
i hope you go jail // but you will probs get probation
you are the worst rapper in the nation
im the lyrical rastaman // with a masterplan
smoking a blunt // on the way to amsterdamm
your just a wannabe-emcee // whos never gonna be
where you wanna be // im spittin this freestyle for freeeee

 

Leety talkin bout my lady?// you be talkin bout your sista//

One day real soon// ima be her little mista//

The sore-tongue i got// was from eaten out yo mom//

In jus a few weeks// ima be your uncle tom//

'Course ill be on papers// i get away wit shit//

But you'll get raped in prison// ya dumbass little bitch//

I own you// and everybody on these forums//

Cuz i be competing// 'gainst 12 year old morons--

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVl71cRJjhc

Taylor Red, that be my name//
i wont ask questions ill jus put you to shame//
This aint no game//
but id win,if it were//
thats the word//
these aint words, they be lyrically//
metaphors//
heroine whores//
be smoking crack//
vocally i stabbed you in tha back//
that shits whack//
crack coccaine//
in yo brain, its insane//
the way i be livin//
half the time i am sober//
other half i am trippin//
im slippin//
i be dippin//
into yo business//
to see if yall is jus little snitches//
or jus bitches//
ill leave stitches//
im the legitness//
in freestyle//
gotta think with tha quickness//
no time for time//
ya jus spit the grime//
buy me a dime//
an i smoke it up//
dont give a fuck ya dumb cunt//
roll me a blunt, an ill light it up//
we all in red cuz thatz wut we rep//
sell a couple pounds for street cred//
make sure yo dead//
not jus lyrically but spliritually//
i mean this shit literally//
so dont fuck wit me//
i mean that for you too, r-2-p//
youz a beezy//
jus another little kid, who can spit some wicked shit//
but you can't compare to this//

 

i was wondering who the hell was making so much noise,
turns out to be rob, the man without poise.

 

robzombie i don't know how many times i need to wreck you
you on the ice dogg an im comin up,about to deck you
disrespect you an your fucken crew
im a loose screw, an i dont fucken like you
so what you goin to do, try an fight back
only thing you'll accomplish by that is a nice cast
(aha ) it don't matter how hard you try ima just whip you up real fast
it don't even take skill to beat you, you'll always end up last.

 

I may be on ice//but i stand real steady//
An a punch you throw//couldn't possibly be heavy//
Diss on my krew// talk shit about me//
I don't care wutz said// by a fake ass wannabe//
While yer a loose screw// I stand strong an not slippin//
You sayin you got skillz?// nigga youz trippin//
And why would i care// if a 12 year olds a hater//
Your like soft cheese// im a titanium grater//
This kid thinks he knows// wut he's talkin about//
Ima let him think for a second// for now, peace! im out--

 

What's with all the fucking /'s?

Anyway, haven't been on this in ages. Might have to get the cobwebs out.

@the above.

I mix rookies like you with tobacco then smoke you out
Better say a few prayers cos that's the only hope you got
A freak I'm not, got you hated like a dirty shot
I was just practicing there too
I'll spit at and on you and you crew
Smoke you with that blueberry yum yum luda do.
The only thing that's 12 and being hated is you
Goin off like you've even made a track
Sayin the N word like you was ever black
I'm as smart as a PC, but nah, you aint a mac
Somebody call the police cos this bitch just got smacked.

 

Don't start a battle// you know ya can't win//
When I heard you spit// i got a little grin//
I may be strartin fresh// but your an amateur//
Thinkin you da best// that shit's so absurd//
I see you tryin to spit// accomplished only drool//
Try an spit against me// you must be a fool//
Thinkin youz cool// but you aint shit//
Only thing accomplished// by you is yer a bitch//
The dashes are unique// unlike a fuckin comma//
Unique like the head// i got from yo mamma//
I don't gotta be black// to say wut the fuck i want//
And if ur black// dont be AN offended cunt//
And i'd never be a mac// them PC's are whack//
I'm old skool alienware// bout to thrash-out an attack--

word NIGGUH!

 

First things first, I wipe you off my shoes
Yeah you dirt, you and your crew
You may be new, but nah you aint fresh
You just like all and every other reject
Try to take on me yeah, but you'll always miss
Call an FBI agent and he'll tell you just the fuck this is
I'll mix you up, make no mistake
Throw you in the garbage like a bad mixtape
Get you on your knees, make you beg me to please
To not put your soul at ease, next time you fuck with me, I'll hang you a sign saying R.I.P

 

No need to copy others ideas. this is on the 69th page of the battle thread. Pretty similar to ur last line in ur shit...

Anyways, here it goes// this nigga thinks he flows//
But I could care less// if i got laid to rest//
This niggaz still trippin// thinkin he's the best//
Put the gun to my head// go on an pull the trigger//
Cuz everyone knows// yer a fake ass lil nigger//
Thinkin that yer hard// jus like an erection//
Its DO or DO NOT// yer in the wrong section//
Foo if u was G// You wouldnt have to beat//
Rappers online// you should try it on the streets//
Like a real MC// you don't deserve the mic//
Pass that shit back to me// yer time is up, aight?--

 

Robzombie wants the title? Shit you need to re-work your rap act,
It looks like you take a deep breath, for every time you backslash.
Take your skills to the street, come back and tell me how you size up,
You might touch on amateur, but really you're a mic slut.
You sleep on decent rappers, and talk like you're a Compton product,
I'm the real deal when it comes to lyrics, you still stugglin in the gutter.
You're a fan of ICP? I'm sure they could use another beginner,
Challenging me for the title? You really think you'd be the winner?

 

R to the Y to the A to the N,
quit makin attempts to rap again and again
your shit's weak, shit's bleak, shit sounds like a squeak,
to match me, you better go through some hella more tweaks
i'll toast ya, smoke ya, you'll disappear like vapor,
your lyrics stink - shit man, i've seen better crap on toilet paper
listen to your rhymes, they suck, are you seriously deaf?
despite having the ranks, you're still hangin low like bass clef
but naw dude, you're cool and you deserve lots of respect
we can just say that english was never your strong subject

 

yo yo
check it
nigger you gay

 

Yo?
You think im gay?
You must be fuckin men all day
Your name is azzbro?
It's more like kissin assbro
Your weak you fuckin pip squeek
Your lyrics suck
or are you fuckin stuck up
you call me a nigger
you must be one hell of a wigger

 

alrite burger town ,let me start of by callin u-a-clown
an robzombie how the fuck you goin tell me how i get down
(pause) your like dirt, i walk all over you
an in a rap battle im quick to dispose of you
if you were reborn everytime i murked u- there'd be rows of you.

 

Call me a clown bitch?
You better fuckin bow down
You can't rap
your full of crap
your actin like u got trash up ur ass crack
learn to rap, then talk shit
your name is gay
no1 gives a hey about ur homosexuality
get the fuck out
before u get knocked the fuck out
bopped the fuck out
socked the fuck out
now, kindly, get the fuck out
bitch u rap like ur blind
you can't do no crime
your lyrics are shit
did u get them off google?
actin like a fruit loop
fag, ill drop ur ass
ur mom likes her ass smacked
get smacked, smacked back to the projects

 

Through//
Though//

 

Let me give you a small lesson on how to properly rap
Cuz you know you get fucked up the second you improperly act
First you gotta get a rhythm and a groove, that you dont have
Just watch my lips when they move, It's magic my lad
You gotta have some flow too, your lyrics is your proof
You gotta try to surprise me, but bitch I already know your next move

 

Let me give you a small lesson on how to properly rap
Cuz you know you get fucked up the second you improperly act
First you gotta get a rhythm and a groove, that you dont have
Just watch my lips when they move, It's magic my lad
You gotta have some flow too, your lyrics is your proof
You gotta try to surprise me, but bitch I already know your next move

 

Yeah, whats up with that whack response?
I was waiting for a faggot to reply so I can drop this bomb
Yo, you must be a chubby looking bitch, Burgertown your forte
I guess all that's in your burger is meat and cheese, I spit heart attacks all day
and when I get your mum in my room, no need for foreplay
cause she screaming out azzbro, when I fuck her four ways
I never called you nigga, but your quick with the trigger
to reply, you must have nothing else to do other than bicker
your looking for a battle, well im jersey shore
come at me bro, cause your mum sucks my dick like a dirty whore

p.s yo check it, nigga you gay