NS Rap Battle

You can talk but you can't do,All of your rhymes are fucking poo.I can hang with the best,beat the rest.So suck my dickcause I paid you and you're a hick.

BAM!!!!!!!
 
mr. fry gon' spit some sickness up in here

gonna rap a little louder so that y'all can hear

how I amplify the sound, grinnin' ear to ear

I'm the only one smiling, why are y'all whining?

you should stop trying, lying, dying

I'm living life climbin, drivin, flyin

stylin with my pen, you got a pencil

snapping of the tip every time I go mental

damn it's stormy, don't ignore me

I'll read a couple NS rhymes, they all bore me

it's corny, normal, no-talent wisecracks

who think they got some jokes, where they at?

None of y'all could write a rap like this, my way

produces lines that at least double yours in total in weight

I got the site rockin, poppin off the wall, drop em all

knock a mothafucka to Chad's Gap, and see T-hall
 
Your rap is goodbut it won't fly in the hood.All they care about thereis filling the airwith smoke from theirbongs
All they want to to is be cool,but how cool are theywhen all the can do is drool because of years of penis misuseand drug abuse.
They saw gangsters in moviesThey thought the G's were flyBecause they had drugs and got boobiesBut now they can't thinkCuz they so high
Why is the world going down like this?The phrase used to bethat ignorance is blissbut that ain't the case When your locked up for killing in a street race
The trees are goneAnd magnificent lakes are now polluted pondsWe take and destroy and consume But that will be our doom.
There will be no land leftAnd it's our fault.A heavy load to heft.The rap game now is about yelling and freaking,which is no good while the havoc is wreaking
 
so you think you tough shit mr. fry, but you not

your rhymes are anything but hyphy and hot

get ready for me, I enter dangerous and swingin

all i do is be rap battlin and dirty rhyme slingin

my rhymes got everythin', from attacks to skill

watch out mr. fry, cause i'm goddamn ready to kill

now that you know my lyrics are ludicris and fly

i suggest you exit cause i'm comin, mr. fry

 
Blake, you must be high.No one can take the genius Dr. FryHe rhymes like a madmanLike all of his lyrics are written on the back of his hand.I got something real.It's so holy that you better kneel.Because your ego is your Achilles Heel.You think you're hot shit and it shows.It's too bad that nobody else knows.You're all swagger But we gunna rap circles 'round you till you're haggard.
 
mr. fry thinks hes got what it takes

but he aint used to the pressure, these super high stakes

he walks up in here, thinkin hes the best

but his rhymes sounds like shit just like the rest

just got back from the celts, game 2 in the bag

got a quicky from fry's mom, cause shes a real hag

she sucked me off quick, she's a real tramp

sorry bout the bruise, from my fat mushroom stamp

i'll spit this all day, got nothin better to do

i'll battle anyone, any motha fuckin crew

i aint scared, like you little children get

wipe your vagina with a moist towelette

you inspect the fleshy patch, where you cock used to be

your like "holy fuck, why me, why me?"

Its been good makin rhymes, but i got other things to do

have a nice day, i bid you adieu

 
I can tell from your words that you have no life.You suck the dick and cut yourself with the knife.You talk but it has no substance.By the way you speak bout humpin' I can tell you must be compensatin' for somethin'.
No homo, but tell me man, Is your dick small?Is the only thing you've ever fucked the wall?It takes gutsto use your nuts.Do you have themor should you just go back to the homework from grade 10 chem?
Two can play THE insult GAME,but in the end I'm the famous name.You think being loud can cover,But why don't you dig the cum out of yo ass with a shovel
 
look at this kid thinkin he's in the battle

he talks about my mom like he's up on this level

he's never seen Seattle style rap, it seems

since the nightmare that he's living ain't my dream

it's my reality too except I'm raining hell smooth

on the grooves of the rhymes that pertain to the truth

while this otha mothafuck, shit, what's his name?

I don't even care, keep it real, this my game

but I don't even play, I fly over the court

rappin ain't a sport to me, it's my life, my cohort

is age seventeen, on the graph that maps my rap

skills that don't pay the bills, they just remain ill

until they kill off, the man who makes me

procrastinate 'till, I pass out and sleep

I got 5 AP's to write, this kid just weeps

cuz he ain't loggin in, since this battle's for keeps

 
Or so you think my muthafuckin peeps.You ain't got shit on me.If ya got nothing to showjust go back into yo hole.
A cardboard box is where you liveAnd you're too embarrassed to look at my hoes.You ain't even good enough to be on skid row.
When was the last tim you said something worth hearin'i'd rather go drink my beer andWatch yo daughter put on a show for meWindin' and grindin' and giving me the keyLettin me squeeze her while she swallows my pee.
 
this shit ain't worth a dime, it's free

you gotta make shit up bout me

im fuckin burned out and cant stay awakey

damn straight I'm a genius but damn right I'm lazy

peaceee
 
I was laughing till I realized you're serious.If you think you have game your delirious.I think you're another 4Chan freakAn internet superhero who's actually a geek
Crack ain't legitAnd you don't have the balls to take a hit.You've never heard a 420The number of boobs you've seen is not that many.
What the hell smells like fishI think it's your vag cuz you're a bitch.Your eyes are the color of my BentlyAnd that car scratches my ass if I have an itch.
Take the dildout yo ass and put in the other end so your mouth is filledI don't want to hear your pathetic rhymesCuz they make you no money I'll give you my dimes.Rapping isn't your niche but you might be good at digging a ditchWork next the the wetbacks in my front yardMaybe someday you'll get your green card.
 
sitting here wit the porn on my computerlookin at pics of yo fat mamas cooteri look down at my jizz covered dickhaha...god damn its fuckin thickno wonder yo girl want a lick
you think my rhymes is crazyyou probably even think im lazyo shit that chink is yellow as a mofuckin daisy
dont play that racist shit, we dont need that herebut we do drink manishewitz on the jewish new year
i get monay all day,get dat pussay all night,dont believe me ask jose,if you fuck wit me you in for a hell of a fight
i rock dem nikes all day (yea Littas)but yall shoes is straight up gayif u wanna be like me, dont even bother gettin a paircuz for swag like me you need a god-given prayer
you cant even deny that my steez is so freshand if you got an opinion ill put a bullet in your flesh.so dont fuck with me or my nigga amocuz you know we da best...... im out. smoke dro....plus your girlfriends undressed...
 
I'd like to open the door to all you whack rappersWho are stuck on the dick of all these black actorsCause my rhymes are stacked higher than my area codeThat's the nine seven zero, open your mouth for my loadStick my dick in your ear, and I'll rape you lyricallyLeaving all the upper class white boys fearin meBody piercing with words that'll cut through your chestTry to show me a challenge, I'll show you your death.
 
You're stuck on the old rap gameIf you dissed the competition, people would remember yo name.Now listen ya'll In these times you have to be epic like THall.And be careful of them all.It ain't about the black and it ain't about the whiteAll races just want to make your pocket light.Scams and bad loansAre taking our homesBut you will still listen to my poems.
As I sit here and typeSomebody died with a knifeSlash to the throatSome impoverished kid doesn't have a coat.All while Lil Wayne is on a boat.You may think you've wonAnd I'll let you gloatBut really you destroyed our raceSo I'll give you a cumshot to the face.
 
~~R E W I N D~~

Dear, Mr. Fry and Mother Hucker alike

Your just a couple of punks, fuckas take a hike

My lyrics come in cascadin like a waterfall

and all you can do is chant " oh yes y'all"

i spit circles around you til you call it drama

i spatter words makin you get head trauma

Words come and go like days and the hours

but Mr. Fry you swear i got mystical powers

cause i rap and rip and tear shit up

and all you can do is stare shit up

cause when you on the mike, you dont know how to spit

suprised when you hear me cause you know that im the shit

when i grab the mike a break a neck

smoke some hash and cash a check

Every time i kick it, it's sensational

so watch out, cause i kill you with the strings i pull

 
You ain't nothin but a poor little Bitch.They ain't nuthin but hoes and tricksAll you can say is hoe your lyrics are like waterfallsBut to rhyme like me you need big balls. It takes skill to rap with meaningBut niggas like you are only good at cleaninMy toilets and wiping my ass.No wonder you didn't graduate at the top of yo class.

 
Why you dippin out trick? Past yo bed time?

Maybe a little scared cause im in my fuckin prime?

Yeah im in highschool, got 8 to 3 class

You got the seniority, but I get the ass

Hey yo that’s cute, sayin I got soccer mayn

only game I play is tha motha fuckin dope game

you jockin my style writin stuff about my chick

I fucked yo girl, yo mom, an sis but now I gotta quit

Shit’s getting too personal, im soundin like a prick

See a goose got wings, shit’ll getchu lifted.

always one in front, cause that one is gifted

im tha pack leader, they follow me around

I just clipped yo wings, have fun chirpin on tha ground

oh yeah, i forgot to mention that sir fry is trash. but i dont think he even deserves for me to put it in a rhyme.
 
is there any flow to the shit this kid spits?give him a beat and he'd stumble on iti appreciate the effort, but seriously?shit rhymes being thrown at me mercilesslywearily reading your lines on the newschoolers forum no rhyme and no rhythm, sound like a bad poemdidn't they teach you to read or did you not pass that class?this is "NS rap battle" not the poetry slamand don't even start with social commentarycause my opinions hit harder than my vocals, be wary
 
OK, I dont care,which one a you bitches wanna steal my richesill leave you, needin stitches like what happen to snitches,im hittin, beats out the park like fastballs from the pitchers,mound, i walk around like im wearin the crown,talkin to myself homies strait starin me down, i clown, on any fagget not jokin around, im tokin the pounds,smokin everyone in ya town,leave you bleedin like a body strait dead on the ground
ill kill yo wack rhymes, put you back to sleep like naptime,im hungry for the microphone like snacktimesup honey? you wanna lemme get in ya pants?leave some kids in ya mouth like the neverland ranchwhile im, downin the 40 an rollin an rollin a jointhittin targets all night cuz you know im on point
sinatra flow, do it my waydo it all daykillin every crew in the wayleavin all the women wonder with invisible word playsuperb bird game,play on my level go home with a hurt frame,killin 'em bitches like im x'n out names
superior flow, im makin ya wonder,bringin the thunder, then i thrown you outback like the land down underdemolish the beat,make you feeli it from ya arma to ya legs all down to ya feet
I am, done with all this radio crap,I be the god in the flesh no philosophy rap,no more synthesized crap, bring that bullshit an you know im sendin it back
an sparkin a dutch, spirit like flow i gotcha soul in my clutchIm holdin too much, gotta flip some ounces an such,i turn nugs into cash with a midas like touchim out on the field exposin more breasts than janet,im an animal an i got my own planet,hidin out in the bushes hangin out like a hammock,wont fuck it up cuz you know that i planned it,creepin on ya girl an you know that i slammed it
I might, skip outta town, guess where try an riddle me,Well ima dip overseas maybe head up to italy,where all the foreign chicks feelin me,pullin g strings off all day like a fiddle B.
 
Se here in the westWay over yonder,Our high mountainsmake us ponderthe meaning of life.Is it to slash with a knifeCus that's what you all thinkBut maybe I'll buy a drinkSo you can rethinkThe reasons you're living.Maybe you'll realize that you should start doing some givingInstead of always takingRelaxing, sitting in the sun bakingOn A vacation Paid for by your parents who are now shaking Because they ran out of moneyAnd it ain't funnyThat they have to spoil your assSo it i=makes you think you have class.
But really you're a doucheWho kills people with a nooseCause you don't careThat you're making everyone's hair turn greyBecause they put up with you.But someday you'll pay.

Damn that was a lame rap.
 
fuck a noose i got a gun. kill people inconcievable ways

so evil that the devil will concede, he will gimme his domain

im barely believable, now my thoughts stray

cause i sway, im tipsy, im barely still standin, my keyboard in the way

my mind cant expand in this, jus wanna lose, the fuckin ordinary

but when i lose my thoughts, instincts turn shit scary

for you not me, i just link words together, lines start flockin like birds of a feather

spendin parents money? fuck that nigga, i been livin on my own

since the eight of december with my finger on the trigger

pimp yo family nigga, yo mom suck my dick for tha money that she owe

makin money on tha side with my slow rap flow

im on in the zone, like bitch i got cheat codes

your mouth hang open like AHH he in beast mode.

I AM EASILY THE BEST ON THIS SITE. YALL NIGGAS ARE TRASH. I DARE SOMEONE TO CALL ME OUT. ESPECIALLY FRY AND THE LIL NIGGA WITH THE BEAR ICON. GET AT ME.

 
I beg to differ good sir there was solid improvementif there was music there'd by sluts dancing, lost in the movementyou can rhyme on one syllable and be famous like weezyand even have meaning behind the lyrics your leavingits a season for change, and a time for a turnas humanity, accept they can't force us to learnso with initiative we step in bright new directionsand earn the truth that we seek from under electionsnot to mention i'll try and find one more dimensioni'll open my eyes and awake my perception

 
i'll get at you bitch cause i couldn't resist iti couldn't help laughing when you tried to rip shitit's really quite simply so let me explaina phenomenon that might be too large for your brainthis kid lives on his own cause he couldn't pass high schoolbailed and moved to the 'hood where he was the last white dudedidn't get in fights cause he knew he'd get droppedso he kept his "finger on the trigger" and the safety unlockedflocked by the birds on the shit lines that he spitstrigger don't rhyme with december you ignorant dickare you stupid or did you just not read back what you said?"gimme"s not in any dictionary that I've ever readand so I'm calling you out from rich, white suburbiafuck a gun and noose, I never heard of ya
 
You got the right idea and I'm glad, But it's sadthat no one but the select few can understandthe power of hope and change we hold in our handsThey care about sex drugs and rock and rollBut not their role in saving the planetYou ever heard the story of Janet.She could dance like no otherBut she ended up killing her motherOver a pair of shoesThat could be youIf you don't stop buying and you start tryingTo keep the birds flying.
 
NIggA this rap, sound like some faggot ass hippy

enter my mind, look closely, invision tha change that i see

fuck it, when i got trash, i throw that shit all around

when im through smokin, throw the embers on tha ground

make a fire burn hot, ill wipe out humanity

if that dont work, i drop bombs, oh my a calamity!

nigga i dont give a fuck, how bout i do me

take your poetry bullshit to the forest, go crazy, fuck a tree

your philosophical outlook, is just silly and played

maybe someday ill see you on mtv made

comin out to your parents, true life, you gay

awake your perception? excuse my digression

but a line like that can pull some agression

cause this a battle son, did you read the title?

it's like everyones clued in on the game, but your in denial

like you dont want to admit, you dont got what it takes

you started out decent, but then it turned fake

you want some bright directions? ill teach you a lesson

before you start rhymin, realize who youre testin

watch out man, dont make a mistake

betta back up now before its too late

ahh shit, seems now im irate

so hand over your dignity, it's mine to take.

 
already gotchu , but one more time

you question my style, ever heard of a slant rhyme?

guess not nigga, must be new to the game

might explain why you never heard of my name

so you dont know my word, have you ever thought this?

maybe that hood niggas speak in ebonics?

oh well yo,its a well known fakt,

you jealous of my hood status and thatchu aint blak

yo, try to insult me an' i take offence

run up on surburbia, crash yo white picket fence

grab yo mom roun tha nek an i choke that bitch

flash a gold tooth smile with yo sista on my dick

yo man, look, my raps gettin kinda dirty

please dont get mad if your feelings are hurting

yo even though in your mind you think you started it

i already dissed on you nigga, ill take no further part in this

but hey lil nigga hear my last thought

dont call me out 'less you can match what i got

 
first off you have yet to say something intelligentand the lines that your laying are far off from eloquentso let me clue you in, those weren't battle lyricsnot directed at you, you weren't meant to hear itno i wouldn't waste that on a jackass like youtrying to fix inevitably stupid shit that you spewand don't even start with silly and playedfrom the kid preaching bombs and aggression, get laiddon't give a fuck right? go back to high schooland see every fucker that's acting just like youyou couldn't teach shit to a fucking first graderyou think you can give me a lesson to savor?while you labor for lyrics for an internet forum?fuck it i'll send you some to break up my boredomand while on the topic, i'll send a dictionarycause your atrocious spelling is what really scares mei can't bare to see cocky fuckers like youand if i had my way, i'd actually fight youbut for now, i let dignity course through my bodyout my dick in your mouth while you cry for your mommy
 
Your rap is alright but your rhymes kinda wack

Let me slowly show you all that you lack

You ain’t got the style or the flow to keep up with me

So just turn around now before I make you flee



See I’m the rapper eater I go munch munch munch

But these dudes is soft there ain’t no crunch crunch crunch

Come into my hood and step in my face

And I’ll introduce you to my gat named Mr. Erase



Did I tell you about your mom last night?

I fucked her so hard I made her see the true light

What she saw was just me standing there

No clothes on, not even any underwear



I run the show like I’m the quarterback of the Colts

They said I was quicker than Usain Bolt

Now everything’s below me cuz I’m up high

If you’re searching for my throne, just look to the sky
 
I been soon some thinking

While you all been waiting

I write rhymes all day

When you're sittin, hatin'

Out in the streets I pay respect to the best

You sit and wait, hoping like the rest

Metaphoricaly speaking I don't take no shit

But as I been rhyming I be taking a shit

I stay way the crack best that I can

Cause like Steve-O knows

Death n drugs go hand in hand

So here I am, yours to take

But you can't handle me, your too fake

Alas I'm done for today

I'm out, stay clean, for sure, feng shui
 
i just read your rap and i think you should knowthat you aint seen a rappa before till you heard my flowmy boyz chillin in the back rollin phillies galorefuckin bitches all night on the bed and the floorbust a nut in her face make her see my cumleave her pussy so torn she best remember where im from
so let me tell you bout another day at the office,how i sell my plants and keep a runnin from the officcccerafter a long days of work, postin here on the corner,just shot a hustla in da head, left his mama a mourner.but i aint feel no disgrace, he put the gun to my head,so i punched the nigga in da face, and shot him instead
now he lying down under, six feet in da ground,at least now every crew now knows dont fuck with the houndthats me if you dont know, im the mothafuckin boss,im so fresh with my swag, i shine like the lip gloss.i think this is enough, you see can see what i got,if you wanna fuck with me, you bet you ass, youll get shot.
now with that final rhyme, i think it is clear,that there aint no better rapper than me in this whole atmosphere.i know you got a different opinion, and your scared to write it down,i know because your undies is shit brown.so be scarred of me, ill put a gun to your brow,but for now im out, so clap, ill take my bow
 
to all you lame ass niggas who think you hot

i'll spit some shit to make ya jaw drop

like big said, fuck all that bickerin beef

nigga im rap's commander-in-chief

i dont give a fuck if you try to hang

but rap's just me and c-poppas domain (R.I.P. yo)

nobody else got flow like ice

so cold you getting knocked out like kimbo slice

dont try me fools, ill fuck your shit up

leave you looking like the end scene of 2 girls 1 cup

nasty, like a muthafuckin pirate, (argh nigga)

verses just kncocked ya fat ass over like a commit

 
so kia

Man yup I’m trippin

He came to dry snitchin

He workin with them people

Cuz he see his sale slippin

He used to watch the fares

He knew he was slippin weight

Now you can kiss your fare case

To work with mix tapes

And I’m just like wow

This shit aint even straight

I work with dry wine

I think that I’m at weight

I think I’d rather squish my hussler

And flip some real estate

While hip hop trying to hate

I'm gonna make sum realacade

I'm gonna flip a couple houses

Make a couple hundred thousand

Plus to me the make the mix tape

Game to overcrowded

And nothing they can do about it

Give my tapes away for free

And put it in your face on my plush DVD
 
back on the track ready to drop a new single

so so fresh i pop like a pringle

got some new diamonds you can see me from afar

sparkle so crazy, nicknames shootin star

thats all i got so far
 
I be killin like a villian

Destroying the track

While all you other posers just fall to the back

Fall on your back, hands up

Arrest twice for that crack

Put me on the track,

and im gonna fight back

You ignorant shit think im not gonna snap

Ill burn ill rip ill rhyme ill rap

While you look at your feet, all quite like that

When it comes to money, i grow it

Not show it, not taunt it

I spit it, i throw it

But if you hear me now, dont be suprised if you blow it

Get all nervous start to break down, flake out, fake you

You weak ass shit ill eat you like take out.

 
yo,
ya'll oughtta know not to post that shit upcuz if it aint finished ima rip it on uptang flows smooth on the mic like yo moms d-cupshaha --
watch out niggas, tangs on the looseput my dick in your ass like shit through a goosekeeping it real like my boy papooseuh, uh
next person to post got a straight death-wishlyrically, ill fry him up like a mofuckin fishempirically, ill show him what i've gotall the while ill be rubbing yo moms g spot

 
Ok bitches I'm backAnd all you mothafukas are gonna crackI'm super tired right now so I got to goBut I'll be back later so the champagne can flow.
 
Ok you may be back

but you're still lame as sack

I will poo on your face

like I pooed on home base.

You think you're the shit

but I pooed all on yo mom's clit

and no it ain't funny

cause it was all nasty and runny

bitches

 
uh, uhniggas still posting in this threadreally got me wondering, when it gone be dead?tang on the mic, im a verbal strikegot flow that no dikecan ssstop
im straight killin it yallfinally putting an end to this brawlnigga look at me, putting dread in ya headat last, ill say... /thread
 
mics up // lights on

bitch fuck you

ain't no motherfucking gringo gonna call the shots

i got no dread here up in my frock

cause your clock is counting down

tick tock tick tock

gonna take your puny ass to the dock

lock your ankles to a block

see? this bitch don't need a glock

now say your prayers little one

there ain't no mercy in this game

I'd suggest praying to T Pain

cause that mofo is on a boat motherfucker

look at him

hes on a boat

look at you

you're not gonna float

 
ill slit your throat with a razor blade

i will make you expload like a hand grenade

got you chillin in your blood like a marinade.

uh, yeah

you dont want us comin after you

my crew got more animals than the bronx zoo

we crazy we never stop spittin it

my rhymes are so tight you can stick yo teeny ass dick in it

bitch im crazy

this haze got me hazy im lazy

chillen in my benzy

people know not to fuck with me

because im so fly you cant deny

that ive got the sickest rhymes to the sky

hahhahhaha
 
I wanna see a cat step up to hit this shit

rappin legit, not just kibble n' bits

I got three meals a day, filet mignon hits

take a tip out my jar, y'all need to quit

look into this mix and you'll find the divine

that's composed of the Bhudda, the God and the rhymes

no time to debate, the hate is more prevalent

meddlin' kids, Scooby Doo, you prove celibate

I've gone off topic, don't try to stop the

tick tock countdown till the bomb will drop

I start from the top down, building blocks

will get crushed by the weight of the people's talk

when they hear of me, unknown today

I get paid fair wage, not from rhymes I slay

when I turn the page, they just turn away

since I'm a few years younger than the rap star age

this the fourth stanza, bonanza, hands up

trance is lifted, gifted kid yup

trippin and rippin the mic in front of ya

I rep the 206, go to school in Canada

Y'all can't mess with me, even though I ain't G

I got the flow steady, ready for my degree

and I'm mentally a little more than ya see

so I know it's time to end on one, two, three

--

just wrote that ^ right now. but below are a few bars I wrote last night if ya interested. I wrote a whole song on my friends computer as well haha I'll see if I can get that from him.

I'm blessed up, got rhymes confessin stresses

sparkin up the jams, puffin on straight ish

V.I.P. comin in on every guest list

a plan to demand that you all get this

how I make shit, makeshift, place the payment

takin a slow hit, slowly exhalin'

the hip-hop, don't stop when I stop

take the mic, ya dig? take a swig and pass off

pass out on the couch, legs all laid wacky

crackin me up, slack stuff we lackin'

always gettin green, both kinds of tree

in the form of the paper or the smoke-filled steeze

Oh please, just leave, you don't know me yet

illin back in DC and NY with tape decks

we wrecked it, rocked those tape cassetes

just a few school kids, no compact discs

got away with the proper kinda voice, no lisp

a white boy, rightly dressed, my tone crisp

like my mic grip, don't slip, keepin the bic lit

rap like a virgin, rhymin' that tight shit

Well fuck this...I don't deserve it

I lose what I get and I don't get shit

so why risk it, twist it up, and get blitzed

cuttin through the flow like cigars do splits

 
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