Rap Battles - Official Thread

[Il Xtian Il]

hah
look at all these fools thinking they can rap
when they all nerds, watch porn and fap
so im the head mother fucker, in charge here
you wanna challenge me, get a blunt and a beer
go ahead and freestyle, see if you can win
i'll cut your fucking throat, you and your twin
and your mother, your father, your sister your brother
Cause bitch, cant be me, like me is no other.

 

[Il Xtian Il]

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.

Bitch you dont know, what the fuck your talking about
so dont even get loud, dont try to shout
this nigga right here, rappin big words is hard
maybe youd be able to do it, if you weren't such a retard
sayin trigga, like you got one
bitch come over here, we'll have some real fun
or at least, i will, you prolly wont like it
but hey, who cares, you suck at everything, and you cant spit.

<3

 

[BetterDays]

Bitch you dont know, what the fuck your talking about
so dont even get loud, dont try to shout
this nigga right here, rappin big words is hard
maybe youd be able to do it, if you weren't such a retard
sayin trigga, like you got one
bitch come over here, we'll have some real fun
or at least, i will, you prolly wont like it
but hey, who cares, you suck at everything, and you cant spit.

<3

You can't rap for shit either, but I can see you tryna keep it straight
But acting like a duplicate of MC Eiht won't get you nowhere these days
I ain't tryna front or back anybody up, but listen
to how your fucking name sounds punk, what the fuck is Xtian?
I don't know what your parents were on when they named you
but I can predict some use of vigorous drugs while they raised you
You see, I fucking hate cats like you that can't rap for crap
First time battlin you but you gotta understand that...
You're fucking wack! Call yourself a queer cause that's your imagery
I'm affecting you lyrically, and continuously...
But understand that it's part of your history

 

[Il Xtian Il]

You can't rap for shit either, but I can see you tryna keep it straight
But acting like a duplicate of MC Eiht won't get you nowhere these days
I ain't tryna front or back anybody up, but listen
to how your fucking name sounds punk, what the fuck is Xtian?
I don't know what your parents were on when they named you
but I can predict some use of vigorous drugs while they raised you
You see, I fucking hate cats like you that can't rap for crap
First time battlin you but you gotta understand that...
You're fucking wack! Call yourself a queer cause that's your imagery
I'm affecting you lyrically, and continuously...
But understand that it's part of your history

hah.
look
i know you like to think your hard, and think that you can rhyme
but let me just tell you, and after this my ranks will climb
your shit dont make sense, and you like to say crap?
fuck that shit, what are you three, that was a pussy rap
i'll show you exactly who the fuck i am
i'll kill you, fast, like mother fucking bam
you dont know, the shit thats happened the pain i've had
wich is why i dont blame you, for thinking your bad
so i'll smoke some more, get asian eyed
while you write more shit raps, to get dignified
i'll cut you in to pieces, make you nice and diced
right after i meet you somwhere, and you get your adams apple sliced
im not frontin, about the shit that i say
i guess you weren't frontin neither, when you admitted that your gay
xtian, its just an old internet name
so go on and spit, spit shit for fame
but what you dont notice, is that you sound like a retard
so get your beaner ass back acrossed the border, or get a green card.
dont you see that your nothing but shit?
you fuck around with us big boys, and your going to get yourself hit
im italian, so hitting is what i do
if you dont get my flow, then fuck you
because all you are, is a bunch of pussy talk
one of those nerdy kids, that tries to correctly c-walk
im rockin you, saying shit like this
i love writing this, just one big dis
for the fact, that my words are like a dagger
but jagged on the edge, shit that will make you stagger
you cant say nothing, about being lyrical
when your whole big rap, was fucking hysterical

 

[BetterDays]

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

You that bored asking for a battle who's 10 times your skills
And keep shits real, and verbally telling people how I feel?
Then check it... You got a tinyass body with a bigass head
A face of a monkey and half its face shredded
But if I had to name you in one word, it'll be a "spoon"
You already know why... by the way your death will come soon
When I grab the mic, I'll leave you throatless till your vocal cords explode
Like what I've done to 80 different throats, and you'll be the 81st chokin' on a chode
I'll tear through fake kid emcees like you, with immaturity and wack rhymes
And still leave you dead with you and another fag's drop both combined
You can't get as sick as me and as real as this
Cause I take things serious when it comes to fake cats who thinks they sickest
When I'm the one realist, and got a dope flow
You a no-no, a fucking combination of a homo a hobo with no show

End of it nigga...

 

[BetterDays]

hah.
look
i know you like to think your hard, and think that you can rhyme
but let me just tell you, and after this my ranks will climb
your shit dont make sense, and you like to say crap?
fuck that shit, what are you three, that was a pussy rap
i'll show you exactly who the fuck i am
i'll kill you, fast, like mother fucking bam
you dont know, the shit thats happened the pain i've had
wich is why i dont blame you, for thinking your bad
so i'll smoke some more, get asian eyed
while you write more shit raps, to get dignified
i'll cut you in to pieces, make you nice and diced
right after i meet you somwhere, and you get your adams apple sliced
im not frontin, about the shit that i say
i guess you weren't frontin neither, when you admitted that your gay
xtian, its just an old internet name
so go on and spit, spit shit for fame
but what you dont notice, is that you sound like a retard
so get your beaner ass back acrossed the border, or get a green card.
dont you see that your nothing but shit?
you fuck around with us big boys, and your going to get yourself hit
im italian, so hitting is what i do
if you dont get my flow, then fuck you
because all you are, is a bunch of pussy talk
one of those nerdy kids, that tries to correctly c-walk
im rockin you, saying shit like this
i love writing this, just one big dis
for the fact, that my words are like a dagger
but jagged on the edge, shit that will make you stagger
you cant say nothing, about being lyrical
when your whole big rap, was fucking hysterical

You really suck so bad Xtian... you stupid scumbag
I'll give you a straight uppercut in reality, it's been tested on a punch bag
All talks and shit is what I'm only hearin from you
I'll poke you and give it a little twist like Criss Angel's magic of voodoo
Don't front just cause it's a battle online
You a E-thug talkin about C-walks when you the only who's really dying...
I'll fucking leave you faceless, you seen Scarface right?
I'll have your heart torn up and leave you scarred up for life!
All you Italian bitches do is just enjoy food
It's a habit, how you cunts always go on diets with men nude!
And yea I can say "SOMETHING" about being lyrical
You the one known as a "Italian Wangster"'... now this is what you call hysterical, leave you doomed critical

 

[BetterDays]

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

I'm "hngry" for a "hippo", I'll strike you with explosives
You make no sense, and definitely can quote this
Everybody always saying the word "retard"
When really they one who's a re-tard
I'm as 10 times the devil you are
And I'll leave your history damaged like the impact from a shooting star
I'll smoke you up in pieces', including your momma and your nieces'
And yea, that's just who I am being cruelty to fake emcees' family, it's decent
I'll leave you and your daddy crying when one day your momma dies
Cause I'll be the cat who puts out the homicide!

 

[Il Xtian Il]

You really suck so bad Xtian... you stupid scumbag
I'll give you a straight uppercut in reality, it's been tested on a punch bag
All talks and shit is what I'm only hearin from you
I'll poke you and give it a little twist like Criss Angel's magic of voodoo
Don't front just cause it's a battle online
You a E-thug talkin about C-walks when you the only who's really dying...
I'll fucking leave you faceless, you seen Scarface right?
I'll have your heart torn up and leave you scarred up for life!
All you Italian bitches do is just enjoy food
It's a habit, how you cunts always go on diets with men nude!
And yea I can say "SOMETHING" about being lyrical
You the one known as a "Italian Wangster"'... now this is what you call hysterical, leave you doomed critical

That shit right there was rediculous, your mind is shit
you cant think of nothing, except who gets hit
you think im an e-thug, i'll show you a bad time
and dont say i suck, when your shit dont even rhyme
you can write a poem, i have respect for that
but by trying to call somone out, that don't make you phat
you're a straight up bitch, enough said enough done
and i know for sure if this goes any further you'll run
you can say shit bout me, thinkin that your cool
when everyone on this fucking forum, reads your shit and labels you fool
because thats all you are, is a bitch ass tool
and you cant do no shit to me, i'll leave you in a blood pool
i'll kill your fucking family, rape your fucking mom
kill your fucking dad, because im a fucking bomb
a time bomb, just waiting to go off on you
you fucking tool, you and your family too
so i'd suggest dont fuck, with somone with connections like me
you say your lyrically abusive, too bad your shits a mystery
as in no one understands it, it's all a bunch of shit
so lets hear your stupid faggot ass, go and try to spit
i'll mow you down, like a fucking blade of grass
and after im all done with that, i'll pound your bitch up in her ass
you aint shit, obviously not as experienced as me
because your just a sheltered bitch, not even hittin the tree
i've got my hood stripes, in such an unfortunate way
i make kids like you, permanently hit the hay
So next time you try to diss, diss up on me
just remember what your doing, to your whole family
your dooming them, for the rest of fucking time
i'll kill them all, in their sleep, quiet like a mime
i'll cut her throat, AND put bite marks on her thighs
then i'll poor some acid, in your daddys eyes
and laugh, as he begs for the pain to go away
i'll tell him exactly, how this started and how this is his last day
then i'll take it to the little girl, that you call your sister
i'll stretch that bitch out, big enough for you to fist her
you done got into, what can escalate into a violent battle
because when i roll up on your suburb you best believe your shits gon raddle
it's gonna shake, and bake, just like i always do
i'll beat you all, and i'll fuckin fight your whole bitch ass crew
i aint scared, of none of you internet ass slugs
when i have been through hell, and used up all of hells drugs
i've been through the worst, through the best
now back up to your sister, i'll squeeze that little bitches chest
i'll take it your room, make you watch me cut her throat
but first i'll make you watch your sister, suck up on my scrote
man that'd suck, wouldn't let it happen to me
but we all know the bitch you are, talking hard, you fill me up with glee
glee to know, that bitches like you need to be killed
whiped up off the universe, that makes me virtually thrilled
because see i get off, to some really sick shit
i'll deep fry baby nuts, AND rub your mommas clit

 

[Wesmkk]

im the best im the best im the best im the....


I RULE THE RAP WORLD.

 

[¥The Irish Pker¥]

Yo!

Iwin.

 

[Wesmkk]

Yo!

Iwin.

The Winner is IRISH PKER!!

 

[rapp122008]

yo...i cant read anymore of this bullshit yall putting out there...lets get it...

Im getting tired of dis shit, sythe niggas thinkin they hard, talkin bout pulling triggas, beating niggas, but whole time in Leatards? I mean...get at me, im a fuckin beast, next nigga try to step up, gon get a piece of me...I run up in ya house,and blow your eyes on your lips so you can literally see whats coming out of ur mouth. and if you...come around my hood and u know u a RAT, my bullets will hit you in ya chest like athsma attack, so Imma leave for now cuz i know im da best, MY LYRICS PISSIN ON YA EVERY LINE LIKE A PREGNANCY TEST...

 

[Il Xtian Il]

Im getting tired of dis shit, sythe niggas thinkin they hard, talkin bout pulling triggas, beating niggas, but whole time in Leatards? I mean...get at me, im a fuckin beast, next nigga try to step up, gon get a piece of me...I run up in ya house,and blow your eyes on your lips so you can literally see whats coming out of ur mouth. and if you...come around my hood and u know u a RAT, my bullets will hit you in ya chest like athsma attack, so Imma leave for now cuz i know im da best, MY LYRICS PISSIN ON YA EVERY LINE LIKE A PREGNANCY TEST...

Hah
Look at you, dissin on all us from sythe, when your just another user,
another abuser,
another punk that doesn't know what he's talking about
so im going to tell you this real calm, i wont even shout
your shit, nothing but a punk ass bitch
simply typing on this keyboard, afraid to pull the switch
i'll strangle your ass, with somthing simple like a root
because here we dont do drive bys, i'll sit out your house and shoot
then when the cops come, i'll pop them too, and go collect my loot
i'm fucked up in the head, can you not see that you koot
i'll murder your ass, right up in cold blood
then post up in your house, and smoke all of your bud
then i'll kill your mommy, make a jacket out of her
and wear it so everyone can see how you were
were a really good family, until i came and fucked it over
because i've got the luck, you cant kill me, i'm a clover
it's intellectual, and idealistic, what i do with these words
killing, shooting, smoking, popping, toking and eating dead birds
all of this, are the demons i feel inside
so all you can do, to save yourself is hide...

 

[JoshAphex]

You that bored asking for a battle who's 10 times your skills
And keep shits real, and verbally telling people how I feel?
Then check it... You got a tinyass body with a bigass head
A face of a monkey and half its face shredded
But if I had to name you in one word, it'll be a "spoon"
You already know why... by the way your death will come soon
When I grab the mic, I'll leave you throatless till your vocal cords explode
Like what I've done to 80 different throats, and you'll be the 81st chokin' on a chode
I'll tear through fake kid emcees like you, with immaturity and wack rhymes
And still leave you dead with you and another fag's drop both combined
You can't get as sick as me and as real as this
Cause I take things serious when it comes to fake cats who thinks they sickest
When I'm the one realist, and got a dope flow
You a no-no, a fucking combination of a homo a hobo with no show

End of it nigga...

Blah Blah, keep tellin me,
if i merk you it's a fellony
I know you will remember me
Ridin along on a jungle melody
Ravers, keep defendin me
Me? I'm makin all the Salary
I'm studying bio-chemistry
Taking MCs like you to the cemetary
I'm holdin my integrety
Skills on the hills, of beverly
I know you wanna step to me
All i see is pure jealousy
There ain't no point in testin me
You should know it's not your destiny
Nah, you ain't seen the best of me
Don't talk, Don't question me
I make that new entity
North,east,south,west of me
I'll get the new penalty
With that look that the girl gave to me
Cause i've got more bars than the penitentiary
Lyrically i got the energy
Call me J-F-Kennedy
I've got the real remedy, But i don't play fair
So i'm puttin you, nipper, in daycare

 

[BetterDays]

That shit right there was rediculous, your mind is shit
you cant think of nothing, except who gets hit
you think im an e-thug, i'll show you a bad time
and dont say i suck, when your shit dont even rhyme
you can write a poem, i have respect for that
but by trying to call somone out, that don't make you phat
you're a straight up bitch, enough said enough done
and i know for sure if this goes any further you'll run
you can say shit bout me, thinkin that your cool
when everyone on this fucking forum, reads your shit and labels you fool
because thats all you are, is a bitch ass tool
and you cant do no shit to me, i'll leave you in a blood pool
i'll kill your fucking family, rape your fucking mom
kill your fucking dad, because im a fucking bomb
a time bomb, just waiting to go off on you
you fucking tool, you and your family too
so i'd suggest dont fuck, with somone with connections like me
you say your lyrically abusive, too bad your shits a mystery
as in no one understands it, it's all a bunch of shit
so lets hear your stupid faggot ass, go and try to spit
i'll mow you down, like a fucking blade of grass
and after im all done with that, i'll pound your bitch up in her ass
you aint shit, obviously not as experienced as me
because your just a sheltered bitch, not even hittin the tree
i've got my hood stripes, in such an unfortunate way
i make kids like you, permanently hit the hay
So next time you try to diss, diss up on me
just remember what your doing, to your whole family
your dooming them, for the rest of fucking time
i'll kill them all, in their sleep, quiet like a mime
i'll cut her throat, AND put bite marks on her thighs
then i'll poor some acid, in your daddys eyes
and laugh, as he begs for the pain to go away
i'll tell him exactly, how this started and how this is his last day
then i'll take it to the little girl, that you call your sister
i'll stretch that bitch out, big enough for you to fist her
you done got into, what can escalate into a violent battle
because when i roll up on your suburb you best believe your shits gon raddle
it's gonna shake, and bake, just like i always do
i'll beat you all, and i'll fuckin fight your whole bitch ass crew
i aint scared, of none of you internet ass slugs
when i have been through hell, and used up all of hells drugs
i've been through the worst, through the best
now back up to your sister, i'll squeeze that little bitches chest
i'll take it your room, make you watch me cut her throat
but first i'll make you watch your sister, suck up on my scrote
man that'd suck, wouldn't let it happen to me
but we all know the bitch you are, talking hard, you fill me up with glee
glee to know, that bitches like you need to be killed
whiped up off the universe, that makes me virtually thrilled
because see i get off, to some really sick shit
i'll deep fry baby nuts, AND rub your mommas clit

Internet emcee, typin' while he beatin' his shit
Kid I drop tracks, that make a trunk beat like a fist
He keeps commin' at me, he really must be kiddin'
Droppin some weak lines from his list of pre-writtens
Real talk no lie, how you call that a freestyle child?
More like cat in the hat, you dumbass clown
I swear you need to rehearse your skills
CAUSE FOREAL YOU LACK INTELLEGENT TIL...
you dead

 

[BetterDays]

Blah Blah, keep tellin me,
if i merk you it's a fellony
I know you will remember me
Ridin along on a jungle melody
Ravers, keep defendin me
Me? I'm makin all the Salary
I'm studying bio-chemistry
Taking MCs like you to the cemetary
I'm holdin my integrety
Skills on the hills, of beverly
I know you wanna step to me
All i see is pure jealousy
There ain't no point in testin me
You should know it's not your destiny
Nah, you ain't seen the best of me
Don't talk, Don't question me
I make that new entity
North,east,south,west of me
I'll get the new penalty
With that look that the girl gave to me
Cause i've got more bars than the penitentiary
Lyrically i got the energy
Call me J-F-Kennedy
I've got the real remedy, But i don't play fair
So i'm puttin you, nipper, in daycare

You got 5% more skills than Xtian dude
But with that verse too, you ain't gonna make it FOO!
I swear on the real, both of you kind of cats get clowned on
And get pointed on, and get flip sided thong on
I don't need to try standing out by writing a long verse
Cause this short freestyle will get me on the top 3rd
You lucky this ain't a real match where we have to face it
Cause once I grab the mic, I'll leave you stunned and eternally faceless!

 

[JoshAphex]

You got 5% more skills than Xtian dude
But with that verse too, you ain't gonna make it FOO!
I swear on the real, both of you kind of cats get clowned on
And get pointed on, and get flip sided thong on
I don't need to try standing out by writing a long verse
Cause this short freestyle will get me on the top 3rd
You lucky this ain't a real match where we have to face it
Cause once I grab the mic, I'll leave you stunned and eternally faceless!

You don't want, no more drama
But unlucky, i'm gunna
I am movin like a sprint runner
As i'm takin the girls outta the sauna
My lyrics are going to get darker
That just means you gotta work harder
You know that i be the master
Your the Taliban
I'm Osama.
Harder, sharper,
I'm the spiderman, Peter parker,
You battling Aphex
You better believe there's no-one harder
Uncontrollable, uncontrollable
Taken the girls that you try to pull
Unconsoleable, unconseivable
Unbelievable, don't believe the fool
Certain things are unacheivable
So i make sure i tell the people
You wanna see the land of evil?
With me a bad-man who is really evil.
Listen to my lyrics bad-boy,
They're guaranteed to help survival.
Your not my friend
Your not cool
And i'm sending you back to school

 

[Benz]

Internet emcee, typin' while he beatin' his shit
Kid I drop tracks, that make a trunk beat like a fist
He keeps commin' at me, he really must be kiddin'
Droppin some weak lines from his list of pre-writtens
Real talk no lie, how you call that a freestyle child?
More like cat in the hat, you dumbass clown
I swear you need to rehearse your skills
CAUSE FOREAL YOU LACK INTELLEGENT TIL...
you dead

You're someone I'd really like to hear spit;
Oh wait, no I wouldn't, it'd sound like shit.
I'm comin' into this thread like lightning,
Fast and unpredictable, so come on, fight me.
See, the thing is, I don't put on a thug persona,
Meanwhile this kids tryin' to lower his voice with a voice toner.
I don't know what kinda world you live in, or what language you speak,
But the shit you're droppin', accept it, it's weak.
Fucking fake ass gangsta,
Talkin' 'bout poppin' caps.
I could give you the gun, and you still couldn't shoot it,
Fuck it, I'll even load the bullets.
Cat and the hat?
That shit is whack.
Talkin' 'bout prewrittens,
though you're using the name of a book.
I'll get you a new rhyme dictionary, in case you didn't know,
Skill doesn't rhyme with dead.
So guess what? It's over,
Let it go.

 

[Il Xtian Il]

You got 5% more skills than Xtian dude
But with that verse too, you ain't gonna make it FOO!
I swear on the real, both of you kind of cats get clowned on
And get pointed on, and get flip sided thong on
I don't need to try standing out by writing a long verse
Cause this short freestyle will get me on the top 3rd
You lucky this ain't a real match where we have to face it
Cause once I grab the mic, I'll leave you stunned and eternally faceless!

Look
You say i have no skill
but your shit is whack
so i'll give you a pill
and maybe some crack
because thats what you need
to make you the shit
a little bit of speed
so you dont get your ass hit.
because i'll end you son
i'll fucking murder you
i'm all ready on the run
for all the other shit i do
so your just a tool,
a tool in the way
simply a bitch ass tool
who takes it in the ass by day
cunt.

 

[JoshAphex]

Nice lyric, sorry to do this but i've got too much gravy and not enough beef.

Look
You say i have no skill
but your shit is whack
so i'll give you a pill
and maybe some crack
because thats what you need
to make you the shit
a little bit of speed
so you dont get your ass hit.
because i'll end you son
i'll fucking murder you
i'm all ready on the run
for all the other shit i do
so your just a tool,
a tool in the way
simply a bitch ass tool
who takes it in the ass by day
cunt.

you've been trying to long
your aint on the map bruv
you aint even on my tom-tom
why you actin so strong
when it comes to beef your long gone
your thinkin im not wrong
I be smoking that billa-bong
gotta make some killa song, with my killa tongue
lyrically im like Obi-Wan
get up on the beat, im right your wrong
When i get on the stage they tell you to move along
Take you off like your girls thong
All that badman talk man, c'mon
you know im gangsta
you know im kong
your head was damaged when you where born
if you think your in the place where you belong
rude, badman, know what i'm on
get chicks, like little john
lyrics bigger than king-kong
rip up your script its not long
winnin the war like viet-kong
you man sing that swan song
you'll end up like a psycho-bum
your puttin my tunes in your CD-ROM
you don't want no confrontation
all you want is conversation
dude i seen you in the police station
you be givin information
to aid you with your vocation