RAP BATTLE AGAINST ME IF YO CAN

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ilovemybitch

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Y'all heard it. So if you think you're strong enough to make up some rhymes and beat me go ahead. I'm always waitin lil G's response too...
 
me and Biggie just made this one

As I grab the glock, put it to your headpiece

One in the chamber, the safety is off release

Straight at your dome homes, I wanna see cabbage

Biggie Smalls the savage, doin your brain cells much damage

Teflon is the material for the imperial

mic ripper girl stripper the Henny sipper

I drop lyrics off and on like a lightswitch

Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drive

the Q-45, glocks and tecs are expected when I wreck shit

Respect is collected, so check it

I got techniques drippin out my buttcheeks

Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets, huh

My shit is deep, deeper than my grave G

I'm ready to die and nobody can save me

Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl

My life is played out like a jheri curl, I'm ready to die

As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook

Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks

A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road

I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold

I want it all from the Rolexes

to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected

My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?

Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck

Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel

I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal

Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep

Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet

The infrared's at your head real steady

You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready

I'm ready to die!

(Nah we ain't gon' kill your ass yet)

(We gonna make you suffer)

In a sec I throw the tec to your fuckin neck

Everybody hit the deck, Biggie bout to get some wreck

Quick to leave you in a coffin, for slick talkin

You better act like CeCe, and keep on walkin

When I hit ya, I split ya to the white meat

You swung on like you slumber right you fell to the conrete

Your face, my feet, they meet, we're stompin

I'm rippin MC's from Tallahassee, to Compton

Biggie Smalls on a higher plane

Niggaz say I'm strange deranged because I put the 12 gauge to your brain

Make your shit splatter

Mix the blood like batter then my pocket gets fatter

after the hit, leave you on the street with your neck split

down your backbone to where your motherfuckin cheek drip

The shit I kick, rip it through the vest

Biggie Smalls passin any test, I'm ready to die!

I'm ready

(Time to go, we gonna put you out your misery motherfucker)

Niggaz definitely know what time it is

The Notorious one in full effect

for ninety-three!

Suicidal, I'm ready!

(Now I lay me down to sleep)

Yeah

(Pray the Lord my soul to keep)

(If I should die before I wake)

(I pray the Lord my soul to take)

(Cause I'm ready to die)

(All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to)

(Biggie Smalls the biggest man)

(Rockin on and on in ninety-three, Easy Mo Bee)

(Third Eye, and the rest of the Bad Boy fam)

(I don't wanna see no cryin at my funeral)

 
Bz up cz down,cz up side down, bz up uptown,

Bz up downtown, cz down in btown, bz up in btown, only time I say b down wen they b tryin b down, I rep 1 4 red an I rock btown, RB back streets,stand up and breathe now, so if u blood nigga start throwin them cz down, fuck that, the whole hood start throwin them cz down, start throin them b�z up, thro RB up, back streets till u die, start rollin dat weed up, if u need sum trees that�s wut got re-up, we got no love for ya ass if u throwin them cz up, see around here them cz don�t rock, fuck goin to tha bookin�z, around here the dz git knocked, cz we, Keep them blocks and we pop back cottles, so come to the block an watch a crab git dropped.

 
Sit Back and pay attention bitch your about to learn the truth. RockAndRollTroll, the rap slayer leavin' your head hanging like a ballot in a flordia voting booth. Now please, don't give up already. That punk Willy's about to steal a rhyme from the Crew entitled: Rock Steady. Now if MC-cing was an artform and microphones were handguns, I would leave you shot up like that Catrina Storm over and over again like andy Griffith re-runs. Dem Franchize Boyz ain't got nothing on me; while they are banging in "dey" white tee, I'm out earning my high school degree. So rethink what you said man; I basically destroyed you on a level so similar to the beatdown of the Native-American Sioux.
 
This is to lil G:

When i start out writtin my battle i kan already tell its gonna be an easy kill,

as im sittin here writtin these lyrics that are o so ill,

my rhymes are poetic they are o so real,

his rhymes are pathetic hes da kind that would neva get a deal,

ive seen his lyrics dey fake wack n gay,

i kan beat thizz man wit one line any day,

my flowz are like a gun deyll blow out ur mind like an ak,

he be da type dat suk dik in da corners n get no pay,

his mom keeps sendin me messages on myspace,

complainin to me sayin, "How kome im not on ur top 8",

i be like bitch shut da fuk up n pay me my money,

she put it in my hand diz shit be funny,

battlin aint nuttin to me but u still a rookie obviously,

i already won this battle n i kan say dat honestly,

lets see u write a rhyme but it wont compare to mine,

remember dizz like a kodak moment as i spit a few lines,
 
^thanks.

And here's another one that I made 2 days ago that'll be directed to mista bhoodpe7.

I'm a Canada boy

so nigga i don't play.

I'll rip your fucking jaw off and

leave you with nothing to say.

Om my god I can't belive this nigga agreed

to battle me,what a stupid motherfucker.

This nigga would pussy probaly take off running

like camron whe jimmy got jumped at he the rucker.

You can't beat me bitch and

you know thats the fuckin truth.

Ya niggas gonna be reading this and

wonder why they even following you.

Oh shit i know this nigga i saw

him in the parking lot didn't mean to stare;

But he was running around askin

niggas 5 Dollars and i'll Braid ya hair!

But should i care that i just

demolished dis amateur?

Nah fuck it this faggot should

quit and go back to giving manicures.

Killed

 
This is more of a poem for all you fuckin poser claimers.

Why don't y'all shut up,

yur a bunch of fuckin hicks.

You don't know what the "hood" is,

you're from the fuckin sticks.

You try to act tough with your wannabe "gangster" steeze

When the real fact is your mom's the local sleeze.

You say nigga this nigga that, thinkin its fuckin tight

but if you really saw a black person,

you'd shut your mouth and run in fright.

Yur from the fuckin boonies,

so split some wood and make a fire,

or maybe I can stop by,

cuz yur moms a blow job for hire.

You pussy asses can't even lift gun,

cuz in your arms muscle is rare,

you shit your paints and ask for mommy when I show you a gun that's soft air

It's not real, just look, the BB's are plastic,

Then I show you a real gun and you get all spastic.

Look you bitches, it ain't even loaded

Then a "cap" slips out and your face starts erodin.

I accidently shot you, another poser fuckin dead

but nobody gives a shit, they don't even bury you, we all go skiing instead.

 
yo your shits weak, i'll drop sum lines for u to peep. the shit that i spit is stirctly legit. there aint no crew that i ain't tite wit. ive got a tite grip, around yo neck, leave you with no time to grab yo tec. you aint a rapper so just quit wile your behind, i flow like this all the time, cop a nine and pop ya mind, leave you brainless, from one pump of the stainless, im shameless, dont make aim dis.
 
For damn sure I'm white,

but my lines are airtight,

I challenge any of you to battle me outright.

You'll choke like the Bears in the Super Bowl,

The story, son, it's already been told,

I'll chop your lines up because that's how I roll.

My diction doesn't waver,

The bars I spit, they have flavor,

They're solid and smooth like the guitar of John Mayer.

You think you can get the best of me?

I'll chop your shit up like a vasectomy.

Drink in my words as I deliver them flawlessly.

My rhymes are orgasmic,

Your lines are choppy and spastic,

And fake like a tit injected with plastic.

So while you try to recover I'll smoke a fat blunt,

And as long as it rhymes, I guess I'll call you a cunt.

 
you think you have flavor? im with baskin robins land of 31 flavors and you can take the best of me and youll come back later and say POOOP haha i got you good you fucker
 
Haha, quote from one of my friends the other night:

Pimps up, hoes down

Bitch cant swim,

She gon' drown.
 
hah, good stuff you guys. Keep stayin on the grind! and don't let the man get ya down.
 
Im about to give to you and ill do it quick

if you dont like what i gotta say then suck my dick

Yo son you dont know shit about this game so dont even try

these words ima bout to hurl will be an E- poke in the eye

You think you got your shit down

And to the untrained eye it may seem do

But not to me cuz ive been around

kinda like your mom before your dity ass dropped to the ground

now she mellowed out and only do it if she gets paid

Cuz she still believes the old fat dude gotta get laid

now these words may be harsh

but you challenged me

and a me being a verbal soldier I must march

and as for your rhyme ill give you a "C"

Cuz they arent great

Well they didnt impress me

You in fact claimed to know this worlds fate

Dumbest line ever written so PEACE

It looks like that fat blunt

was just turned around and put out in your cunt.
 
You hit the ground running,

You thought you were cunning,

But the bars I'm about to spit are just stunning.

Lines so sexy they give off their own pheremones,

Raw words, and natural, not polluted with silicone.

You still think you're ready to compete with me?

Sorry to say, but I disagree.

Your words and rhymes just aren't substantial,

They're hollow like a fireplace's empty mantle.

You've got no rhythm and you've got no flow,

You're inexperience at freestyle is what this rap shows.

But keep on trying, all it takes is time,

Until then it's pretty clear that the title's mine.

 
yo yo yo yo

whats with all this hate hate

most da kids on ns is just a bunch of jail baits

talking shit left n right not know what is tight

some are queers alot smoke and drink beers

yo yo yo my dank rymhe is tight

i cant bleive i stayed up this lat tongiht.

check one 2
 
This thread is a bunch of white guys trying to throw down a rhyme,

but if you put them in a studio they couldn't make a fuckin dime,

Ya'll are tryin to act "tough" thinkin rhymin words is hot shit,

but I'm probably the closest to being black on NS so I'm thinkin only my rhymes are legit.

"""Nigga bitch this, nigga bitch that, I wear a fuckin jerzey like I'm a balla,

I'm 6'3" and ride 154's so all you snow bunnies better holla,

at this skinny white boy thats nuthin but a trick maker,

but I'm really just a claimer so I'm actually a fuckin gaper.

I swear I did switch 9 truck driver but it wasn't at this mountain,

I know I've only done a 3 so why you gotta be fuckin doubtin,

my skills at the local park, I paid a lot for my gear,

so when you see what I'm wearin you'll think "he's anything but queer."

But the fact is I can't throw down, there's 2 inches between my helmet and my goggles,

I'm the classic teenage newschooler, thats stuck in another fuckin boggle.

I ride 4 days a year and talk mad shit on this site,

I overpaid for my gear so I guess it's alright.

So when you see me on the mountain, yeah I'm one fly cat,

just hollar " YOU FUCKIN GAPER" and I'm cool with that.""""

 
These lines you just wrote are nutty as fuck

to tell you the truth they stright up suck

That was the first rhyme i ever wrote

the words you read came stright from th bottom of my throught

Im a natural no need for the fake shit like silicon

and if i do get shut down

ill walk my white ass down the street and grab a telephone

ill then call up your mom to pound and fool around

leave some cash

and carryon knowing your dirty ass just got beat to the ground
 
THIS IS WHY IM HOT

THIS IS WHY IM HOT

IM HOT CAUSE IM FLY

YOU AINT CAUSE YOU NOT

THIS IS WHY IM HOT

THIS IS WHY IM HOT

IM HOT CAUSE IM FLY

YOU AINT CAUSE YOU NOT
 
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