Rap Battles - Official Thread

Honestly, I can come with the, simplest of prophecy's
To demolish these "G's" with free's, check the discography
Don't follow me, or try to claim you drop lyrical philosophies
Coz you don't You can't compete in my, hip hop monastery
Uh.. you know that I, spit straight fire, decimate gay liars
with fake transpired, brains which mimic and praise lame rhymers
You need to be controlled like, aged oldtimers,
Panic and pray while lieing in front of a freight train line and,
Dont expect to be alive, after being face to face with this, great rhyme giant

BOOM.

 

SHA LAK LAK BOOM! IT'S DARK IN DA ROOM,
BUT I DON'T FUCKIN CARE, I'M TRIPPIN ON SHROOMS,
FOR A FUCKER LIKE YOU, IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR DOOM,
YOUR A FUCKIN COON, A BLACK ASS NIGGA,
OR MAYBE NOT, MAYBE YOUR A WIGGA,
BUT I'M DONE WIT YER SHIT, IT'S TIME TO PULL THA TRIGGA,
YA'LL NEED TO FUCKIN KNOW, THAT YA'LL ARE FUCKIN HOES,
YOUR AT YOUR COMPUTER, WHILE I'M OUT ROCKIN SHOWS,
WELL MAYBE NOT AT SHOWS, BUT YOU BET I AM AT PARTIES,
PIMPIN ON DEM BITCHES, SIPPIN ON BACARDI,
THE BITCHES IN THA CROWD, WANNA GET NAUGHTY,
ITS BRO'S BEFORE HOES, EVERYBODY KNOWS IT,
BUT LOOK AT YOUR FLOWS, THEY AINT NO TWIZTID SICK SHIT,
FUCK YOUR FIRE, CUZ I'M SPITTIN ACID,
YOUR SHIT'S AIGHT, BUT MY SHITS CLASSIC,
SO JUS GRAB IT, TURN IT UP AND SMASH IT,
HAVE IT, JUS DON'T HAVE A MAD FIT,
AND PRETTY PLEASE, DON'T BE A DUMB TWIT,
I'MA PASS THE MIC, AND DON'T BE A PUNK BITCH.

Ouch...

 

It's Been 24 Hours, And Nobody's Spittin,
So Ima Spit It Quick, Kids I Ain't Kiddin,
Yeah, I Said Kids, Cuz Thats What Ya'll Are,
Ya'll Think Yur Hard, Smokin Outta Cigar,
Now Pause For A Second, Hit This Four Footer,
You Smell Like A Dead Fish, Or A Dead Hooker,
Ya'll Feel Mother Earth? Cuz I Jus Shook Her,
Like A Fuckin Ninja, I'm Mobbin Wit Da Quickness,
About To Slash The Neck, On These Fuckin Bitches,
This Shit Is So Twiztid, Your About To Choke Like Bitches,
But I Don't Fuckin Care, Ya'll Are Snitches,
Runnin To Your Parents, Wit Yer Fuckin Problems,
Cryin Like A Baby, "i Got Raped On The Forums",
Then They Be Like, "yo, What The Fuck Is This Shit..."
"...i'm Suin This Nigga", But You Can't Touch This Kid,
I Don't Spit, For The Fame And The Fortune,
I Spit For The Kids, Who Who Ain't Got Something,
No Change In They Pockets, Or Shit Up On They Back,
Yo Take The Mic, But Don't Have A Heart Attack.

Ownt.

 

Yo, I didn't reply to ya rap because you ain't worth it son
I ain't got time for a posing faggot who claims he holds the guns
And how he's, had it so tough
This ain't poker mate, but I can and will call ya bluff
But sure enough, you keep on with the same shit
That lame shit about not doing it for the fame shit
It's funny you should say that because YOU AINT FAMOUS
You ain't successful at rap, so quit the talk about wages
I slay kids who have obnoxious behaviours
And if you do it for the kids, then those kids need some saviors
Just scrap the pages, of ya rhyming book
Because I just murk'd all you got and look how much time it took...

 

I wish you would let me rule you
In evil I'm going to school you
I won't sugarcoat or fool you
Your New Year's looks grim

I warn you, my new -inator
Will force you to serve me later
So why not just choose to cater
To my every whim?

 

to the above posters
your toast like out some toasters
no pity cause you actin gritty like some jokesters
i stay ready and go steady like im a roaster
so step back and watch the mack attack
as I stack this pack of tic tac get off my sac

 

Fuck tic tacs that shit is lame,
You be actin a foo, insane in the brain,
Don't step up, if you ain't at this level,
If I see you in the streets, i'll beat you wit a shovel,
I'm comin straight at you, with a wicked style,
I'm sneakin up behind, with a knife and a smile,
All the while, your writing down the lyrics,
If you be doin that shit, then your gonna fuckin parrish,
Yo, beware of this, wicked wack track,
I'm hittin you hard, like a PHAT kronik sack,
I'm hittin you quick, like this X-T-C,
Like this speacial k, and this P-C-P,
I'm too fucked up to finish this shit,
So i'ma pass the mic, and end it quick.

 

Alright im back in this bitch,ima need another trojan
I attack in this shit like a Taliban explosion
Kick it old school like Vince V and Will Ferrel
They like how he spit bullets no barrels
Im jus pro, have ya lookin like a rookie
School a hard knocks and I never played hookie
Im the monster under your bed eat a rapper's like cookies
Anybody "got milk" for a Wookie?

 

Why a trojan? That shits too big fer you,
Fuck sand niggers, suicidal faggots, blowin up jews,
Don't get me wrong, I ain't a fan myself,
But don't be stupid, put those bb's back on the shelf,
Nigga, yer what 12? Ya got your mind on a cookie,
You ain't even old enough to- what you call it? Play hookie?
Man, FUCK school, I never went to that shit,
Instead, I was smokin jay's an stompin 12 year old kids,
What's this under the bed beast, you be speakin of tike?
Only monster I see is me, holdin the mic.

gtfo kid...


^This one sucked.... but im really fucked up right now. so gf. NOT

 

trojans might not fit becus my dick is too big ill stick it in your mom and make yo brotha come out like a pig with a tail the size of a twig and for you a big nig cus im black and i got a big cack the size of a tic tac yeah i know centimeters blow

 

Step to me? your insane man, get a brain man
I'll have ya lookin retarted, rain man
And I Cain man kill a brother like Abel
Now u a monster? quit tellin Fables
Your shit is un-stable, get blown down
my shit says 05' lil homie we grown now
Get killed in two bars like a Twix
melt ya face-off candlie stick

This my thrown lil nigga and I can evict
come in my zone, game over thats one down
Got alotta wanna be kings,but one crown
U jus one clown I took the title
If I breathe on ya track they'd call me spyro
I spit heat,then de-feat im too strategic
step in the ring with thee king, I'll leave ya paraplegic

(Beast mode)

 

RobZombie. Killen em mane.. killen em.
Down for the Krown ALLLLL DAY. Spaded~Jaded~Faded

 

SRH is another hectic taylor gang.
New rap sucks dick, like your mother in a gang bang.

 

Used to be talk shit, like HAHA YOUR MOM
now i just got em.. askin where im from
cruisin in the 64' rollin up some green
Thats ya babygirl? her legs im in between
i smasha few hours n she tell me that she finished
make the bitch get it my kitchen.. n do my fuckin dishes
call mea vigilante, somethin likea militant
keepin hard flow, lemme break it down in incriments
always gettin super lifted, now i stay really twisted
call it marijuana good.. na call it marijuana gifted
im guttin game greens, rollin up some dank
poppin purple beans, n blowin down that crank
mentally unstable, but know im still able
to cut these beats up, i got muscle on my label

 

First of all SRH, please dont step wrong.
I'm very tempted, more explosive then a bomb.
Fuck you and your gay ass rhymes.
Next time, try to put everything into a few lines.
And try to look at your spelling a few times.

 

I see you kids, straight up just ethuggin.
I wonder what you do when someone is mean muggin.
You probably turn your head and act like you seen nothin.
I see what you guys write.
Actin like you want to fight.
Cause anyone can be tough online, amirite?
Just stick to RS
Cause I bet, you never seen breasts.

Got bored.^

 

No flow.

Is that Emma Stone? MMMmmmMMM.

 

Word to robzombie nice rap, but im still going to have to kill it cuz.

Rob has a nice flow i still have the nicest though, I hope you know im the rap mastermind honestly your probally not even worth my time, But I saw that your saying your baked like a patato though, I call BS' no way hoe your spelling and grammer is way to fly so i think anyone in here can deny your high. So, in other words i see you like to make storys your the one who is probally twelve hoe, Go watch toy story and play with your playdo.

Still got respect for ya zombie, holla back anyone.

 

Make it longer i want to hear your at your full potential

 

Ight, My potential is the shit i got you niggas constipated my money falls like leafs and you know im out side rakin' but my swagger is pretty real F**** tha fender bender my swag will smash yo grill and i dont even need to pack steel my goons from the taylor gang will show you who is trill, and believe me they kill. I realize after seeing this you want to be me but that cant happen you see, i be slappin them hoes and counting them off then i call of there names like a b c d e ectexdra.