Sythe Rap Freestyle Competition

Not long before entries close!

Official tag made by Kinaesthic for the winner:

 

You ain't fucking shit, my mom wouldn't suck you,
how about i take this rifle and anally fuck you,
you say you jizzing loads but you ain't potent,
downy kids can't reproduce, so they rub with lotion,
i didn't say i prefer wine coolers, or meth lab sluts,
i take shots of grey goose, and sleep with beach butts,
you actin like you're big and bad, welcome to the internet,
you browse porn all day, but a vagina you haven't touched yet,
just before you reply remember one thing,
i'm falsifying from sythe, you a small ding a ling.

 

oh no it's falsifying!
He's so terrifying!
lyrically he's pretty fucking horrifying
say you fucking getting high all the time
all you really do is lie all the time
and here I'm all the time, tryna spit a nice rhyme
and all you can talk about is fucking my mother
what the hell's wrong with you brother?
I wouldn't fuck your mother, if we were trapped under the covers
together, any piece pussy that had you come out of it
got to have some messy shit down in it
only beach butts you sleep with are fucking Hasselhoff posters
you browsing porn like a creep, your diet sprite on a coaster
taking shots of grey goose?
you taking sips of grape juice
and while I'm hammered out my mind
got a nice bitch to grind
you got your hand down inside
with Brad Pitt on your mind
and yeah, maybe I'm going a little over the edge here
but hey, you're a posing piece of shit, it's pretty clear
you wanna be a gangster? you wanna be a "G"?
just listen to me, here's what you gotta do
you gotta fuck me, like a real bitch like you do
you gotta fuck me, before my lyrics fuck you

 

Added a few more bars to my post. (first page)

Good luck all

 

so is this gonna end tonight?

and good luck to all!

 

this kid aint nothing but smoke and mirrors,
he doesn't smoke and jacks off in front of mirrors,
and when his boyfriend left him he was full of tears,
his asshole will never forgive him for all those rough years,
i pop a couple xannies and now im feeling stronger,
if i keep these lyrics up, young money won't be much longer,
gucci and flocka begging me for features,
lil rappers listen to me like a school teacher,
little boys attracted to you like you a creeper,
you ain't told them to go home, they crawlin on yo bed,
you threaten them with a gun if they don't give some head,
you make them choke you before you jizz, face red,
oops they choked you too long, now you're dead.

 

Guys above, if you want to Rap Battle, please use this thread - http://sythe.org/showthread.php?t=336079

Bumping this before I go to school, will close when I get home and create the thread for voting. Check out the winners tag made by Kinaesthic, too

 

shit, you know a lot about anal sex
probably get pounded a lot, down in the meth lab like dex
south florida little punk ass faggot
see kids, this what happens when you treated like a maggot!
parents never cared for ya,
school always seemed to bore ya
now your social life
consists of pixellated dice
doctor picks your head for lice
it's a little bit pathetic, your raps are purely aesthetic
wear your dick like a prosthetic
we know you never got head given
shit, you probably never even driven
you say you the teacher? say that you make the rules?
expect niggas to believe ya?
go the fuck back to school
bitch, this my plan of attack
I'll be heard all over the map
while you taking your midday nap
had enough of this shit gay rap
I'll give your girl's ass a good slap
and damn, your verses getting stupider
next time I see you round here, I'll break your ass to jupiter


alright, yeah fuck it. the contest's pretty much over anyway

 

This boy think he got flow, repeating the same things,
Your girl licks my nuts while I feast on wings,
You think you new and fresh but you got dings,
your sister gave me some bomb ass pussy,
then i killed her and burned the body, ain't no wussy,
no evidence, no witnesses, and no proof,
i murder tracks everytime i hit the booth,
you say you slapped my babes ass,
you aint good enough to even mow her grass,
next time you mention her ill throw you on a shard of glass,
before you try dissing me again you should attend class,
i am still the teacher and this is your present and past,
i win the race, you struggling for last,
you must be retarted, but i am fast,
you say you at the top, well ima throw you off the mast.

 

lyrically, you could say I'm close to Shakespeare, yeah
All your doubts, I make disappear, soon as you hear me
nigga, I'd say you somewhere between a retard
and a fucking glass shard, you don't wanna be startin
this shit with me, cause when you get hit, you'll see
when your mama's crying at your funeral
she didn't want this shit to happen to her, no
"what did my son do to deserve this shit?"
didn't she know, her son was a punk ass bitch?
while she would sit at home and knit
you'd get online and spit all this shit?
inbetween jerk-off sessions, get on sythe and be messin
with some real niggas, with some real flow
little faggot thinks he's biggie, where'd she expect that to go?
you'd get your ass stuffed like a bitch
get snuffed in a ditch
so how about next time
you think about "busting a rhyme"
or getting "groovy fresh"
you keep your sucking hole closed
because now you fucking know
I'm fucking fresh to death

I think we seriously need to end this now Isn't really the place for this. Feel free to take the last blow though, lol

 

Ima master righter moven pace you no im due to blaze JohnK pass the lighter, Let me spark the mic up from a mile away ill blaster sniper. ill verbally squeeze no doubt i burst in your team this year i burn in the scene spit flames and the bars ignite ya, look whos the harder fighter fight like martial arts in china. most of your members in your crew are pussy so u might aswell call your staff vagina.


Save the best to last DUN KNO! :L

 

you stay calling me some punk ass bitch,
but your homies hate you, you fucking snitch,
you couldn't keep your mouth shut, or your ass hole,
your bitch gives me money like a traffic toll,
till i ate the pussy and her virginity i stole,
now she with me and your life is dull,
you're rhymes don't make sense, they make cents,
my rhymes multi billion dollar industry, hence,
the gucci belt, polo shoes, and polo T
your bank account couldn't cover the fee,
you think you bad but you ain't like me,
your bitch thought you was cool until she came to see,
that you just a jitt, and will always be,
gun pointed at your head, say bye to your family

 

Steady flippin while my vision splitten
whole room spinning while dry blood on the linen
what are my characterisicts
bunch of false monologues graphed out by your statistics
through your "logic" in your logisitics
let's get serious.. everything you stand for is materialistic

i plummet
spit words from my mouth like vomit
skyrocket than ground hog like a commet
ya'll constantly grindin to dumb it
cause legend is something you heard but cant become it

feeling like a rebel so i sold my soul to the devil
waiting for my medal while i'm standing on the pedestal
destiny decides my ride, and tell that bitch destiny i won't swallow my pride

rising through my energy
envy in my enemies
i see it in their eyes hopin for the end of me
conjure up an entity while these assholes keep on repentin me
you could shoot me with everything you got wouldn't put a dent in me

this is the resistance
on my levy you all gon and pissed this
shitlist, no way to fix this
too many dumbasses to even calculate a prefix
dickless underneath my ass so i can't even shit this

call me a renegade, get hella' paid
lyric's so thirsty energized like gatorade
steady weighed, already made
don't reply back cause I ain't here to stay

lastly, i'm so classy, too much bulletproof to even blast me
steady on my pivot, you a freethrow underneath my ass so i shit it

gunhill bronx is what made me
North Central Bronx Facility, riddle me
conjured me up a fuckin disability
fucking vicious, delicious when you allow me to permit this

call me supreme, on some justice league shit livin the american dream
everyone on the view channeling my vision
i am lebron ya'll waiting for my decision

Stylin on my opponents, configuring components, I am the antidote to your condonements

reading my lyrics like they lousy ass mimicks
wanna tarnish my soul like i just fucking gimmic
i commit it, been through more than you ever been and did it
ya'll unpotentially sastified assholed critics
all looking for luck like it comes in digits
ya'll can watch below my ass like fucking midgits
and see the product of greatness while i shit it

hit you harder than a freit train bitch am i insane
or i do need change, obama already told me but we in a deficit
defishit, master plans fuckin up the nations clit
ridin my own aramada on some new nation shit
put the rubber on but my dick too big to fit

running in circles like you riding in my ferris wheel
i want everything you got packed in, everything included like a value meal

you can go yonker's but i don't believe in monsters
henny wit it while i go and spit it
have the room spinnin while the dj spins it
i've done it, gon' ahead and lived it
gripped reality by it's throat and ripped it

waiting for my time, hiding behind the crowd lookin for my rise
if everything falls short, then i'll be staring at my demise

Did i miss it, explicit, too much on the radar to diss it
list it, on my balls cause you can't fix it
sending tremors just go check the richter scale
high as hell, foot on my pivot make the world derail

just wishing people would see my vision
like that secret fucking recipe hidin in your kitchen
said i sold my soul to the devil but i was just on a mission
relive my creativity as you envisioned me like a fucking mystery
history, when i die no one will be missing me

roger me, it's 2am and no one is alarmin me
fitted tie on, I am simba with my Lion on
Teflon, more gracious than Jesus with his smile on

get re-aqcuainted with the greatest
patience, too much on my latence to have already made this
steady on my mountain napalm grenade this

demand and reprimand my acquisitons
i've seen visions like michael jordan additions
winning was a mission

got so much hunger in my lyrics to go ahead and feed us
listening is a must, so much clap they watching like lebron's dust

it's my summit too intelligent for this plummet
too many empty minded individuals tryna dumb it
you can dumb it but please don't succumb numb to it

too many I cant's, and I don't know's
slithering my tongue, cause this is that liquor flow
this is that never reached my destination cause I let go
this is that finger on the trigger and i'm bout to let it blow...
​

 

Yo these battles on here are mad weak, move this shit to the battle thread...
OT: good luck to everyone, my submission is on page 3.

 

LOL "mad weak".

When is this gonna be closed?

 

Yes. Mad weak. People DO talk like that. A LOT of people.

/facepalm

 

When is closing day?

 

lol, I live in North California. people say all kinds of weird shit, but I've literally never heard anyone say "mad weak". I mean if I took a time machine trip back to like 1980, I'm sure there'd be a couple, lol.

and it ended yesterday

 

Damnit I missed this! Do another please!!

 

Thread is now officially closed.

ALL entries will be posted/linked to in the official voting thread, which will be created by tonight and will be open for about a week or so.