The official rap battle against the person above you thread...

Seems like your getting a lil big for you britches,

cockyness isnt flattering just ask them bitches,

when im done with your ass you gonna be in stiches

and I aint making no jokes, the bigger they are the harder they fall

so get you kneepads on rook, cuz back to momma its time to crawl
 
i dont ask bitches shit, i tell em what i need

like bitch suck my dick then plant that kush seed

i guess thats the difference between you and I

you crawlin in the dirt im forever immortalized

this shit comes to me, without even thinkin

as you read this shit yo confidence shrinken and shrinken

who's next to step? come see what it's about

all yall bitches is trash, thats it nigga im out

 
well if my shit consists of trash

then you rhymes are compost

im known as the green snatcha

so keep your dimes close

u call that thing of yours a mouth?

more like a slime hose

wanna kno how a pro spits?

well then listen up close

 
well ladies and gentlemen your in for a treat

suburban gangster boy wants to compete,

to beat me though wanksta is quite a feat

your gonna be hinding under the sheets

and at the end your sure to suffer defeat

 
Watch it guard, I'll smoke yo ass

Spark the herb hit it hard, you chokin on that shit, youz a pussy.

Ill show you whos boss, sttick it in yo girlfriend. UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Then BLAT spat on her face

Lickin the shit up, tells me its salty, we head to the party, got mah gat.

Vest on my chest, nigga im wrecked, gimmie the mic check,.BlATI In out

dont worry i kno its bad.
 
homie dont even try that shit was wack,

i could make more money than you could off those rhymes sellin corrupt crack

dont even try to return this

you cant burn this shit

i lick yo mommas clit
 
best believe his mommas clit be the first pussy you got in months

tryin to push crack in alleys while we be smokin blunts

probably makin small change in a shake junt sukin cock

you best make like scrtchskier, go home and fuk a sock

 
newschoolers mixtape with dj bishop would be shit cause newschoolers rappers suck some massive dick. but whatch gonna do when the 12 year olds got rule over this forum of newschool.

 
post post post?

ill fuckin post the most

most of you who post really are just fuckin gross

so let me keep this thread going

with a rap im not knowing

and just saying random shit in my head...
 
Lets get this shit goin

cuz i like the mad rhymes

dont let this die

cuz it takes a lyrical

genius like my friend Fry

to spit a meaning ryhme

 
I don't know who your friend Fry is,

but if he raps like you someone should make sure he knows where his ass and his eye is,

maybe he can locate his brain and his mouth,

and call a cab back to his house,

and feed that bullshit to his pet mouse.
 
nice and slow??? bend over and suck my dick ho

My rhymes are hot, quick and slick, way better then ur tiny asian dick!

Wait a minute, let me think..whens the last time you heard a rap from a chink

You make good fried rice, i'll give you that, but u aint no pimp in a big top hat

Get out of this thread, stop smokin grass, Dont rap again or ill deport your ass
 
epic? who says epic anymore?

everyone knows whose mamas a whore,

why you looking around son im talking to you,

i hear a bird outside going a ca coo, ca coo, coo,

damn nuk this is a rap battle what the fuck is a bump,

man your sista and i just did ah hump, ah hump, hump,

hope your egos not to high cause ima bring it to the ground,

youll land on the floor going what the fuck? looking around,

man this shits too easy

man i sound like weezy

be all remix on your bitch ass,

hope your not too slow cause my rhymes are fast,

im outta time so ima say peace to yall,

to all the cuties out there dont be afraid to call

 
You love that asian rice but u prefer the waffle

you spit at him but your posts are aweful.

first you say suck my dick, thinkin its a chick

then u say, that chick has a dick.

it seems very clear, that you might be a queer

but all of that is stuff we dont need to hear.
 
btw no true offense to your mother or your sister, that was strictly rap battle lingo, also i do not pretend or believe that i am black but i do have one black friend and i saw a black person ski before!
 
no true offense? get off the fence bitch, say what you feel

i aint apologizin for sayin shit thats actually real

get out this thread bitch you weak like Achille's heel

run up on me and my boys you'll get split, banana peel

cause not many kids on this site can really flow like me

not many motherfuckers can really push these trees

what im sayin is that im hotter than 100 degrees

in more ways than one son, no police please

im done with this verse until someone else goes

then its back to work rhymin, and smokin my dro
 
i hate to break it to you but your shits fuckin weak

what your on rite now is a bad rhyming streak

im not hatin on you, just being oblique

that you, armada nc, ARE FUCKIN GAY
 
first things first man im the farthest thing from gay

did someone shit in your cheerios? have a bad day?

what you're on right now is some bullshit i say

you're sittin there listening to britney and the fray

i understand man, you cant really rhyme

but its ok kid just dont be hating on mine

one day you'll get it bro, that's all in due time

till then your girl can suck my dick and lick off the slime

 
First of all you can't roll a blunt

You roll it loos you mothafuckin cunt

Yer shit is weak

its mos' definitley streaked

your about to keel

No way is that shit real

You cant take this stuff

or yer mama's muff

Yer just a bitch

With a bad ass twitch

Go back to Cincy

Just chill out with Quincy

(haha no offense ma rap sux)
 
I heard this lil bitch and his boyfriend can't afford lube so they use mayo
step back and lay low, don't make me go paypa dough (paper -money) on your ass for a easy K.O.

my punches are like a tropical storm while yours strike like a little fucking cap gun
I've been fucking your girl cuz she said all you can give her is a strap on

you wanted a mod to close the thread cuz you know we all think your punches are funny
I'm your worst nightmare bitch, this bully think's it's swirly time along with taking all of your lunch money

sorry I have a job, but you know all about them while working your local corner
people tell me that each night you hold up a sign saying "CHEAP BLOW JOBS UNDER A QUARTER"

have you learned anything??, I guess not cuz apparently your still dumb
fucking with me leaves you with a questin of which angle would I liked to be killed from,
don't worry I'll make sure you have a stone saying R.I.P (Rot In Pieces)

your skillz are unstable, this is rap not wrestling, so theres no need for any wooden tables
I'll just strangled you to death with a fucking microphone cable
 
yo rhymes ain't shit, I think this is your first hit, too bad I'm hot, burning with the flows I've lit

so fresh, fast, and ever so clean, yet you won't find my name in a magazine...

because the evidence is left in the path of destruction burnt with the rhymes and your own corruption

so just back it up a notch and look at what you write, my rhymes eat up yours cause I got such an appetite

yeah, an appetite, munchies for snack, and that's what you're giving, nah I ain't giving shit back

so if you want to try to crack my dome, ya gotta step it up so you can contest my throne

what ya got now ain't set in stone, unlike me I got myself a fuckin poem

Next Generation is the teacher today, we lay down the concrete and pave the way

analyze this text and you'll learn the game, the game of how I make you look tame

 
bitch i pwn ur mom like errre night,

i can tell you that pussy is hella tight.

Yo mama wants to suck my wang,

i break her off like ching chong chang.

i bust a fat nut all over her face,

looking like i sprayed some mace.

hollin " oh baby i like it rough"

gettin some, nice and tough

then i walk out tha door,

stackin my money hella high,

makin errethang seem like im so damn fly.

got fresh kicks, tall t's ya im a ridah,

posted up on the block, yea im a fighta.

sittin fat on some 24 inches,

gettin crunk with hella bitches,

wish you could be like me naahh im a real nukkah,

come on my block, ill shoot you mothafuckaaahhh

 
if ya wanna do my mama then you're fucked up in the head, people like you are much better off dead

and that's what they hire me for, to execute you fools during the times when I'm finished enthralling the floor

your ego is growing way too big for your own good, haha...you think you're really that hood?

I hope you ain't because if you were, you'd be shot up with a fucking tranq gun for sure

sedative hits your brain and you slowly go insane, but not the good way...tha'd be inane

because all that I see you put out is shit, it's like you set out to get your ass split

well I ain't no queer but I got my ways, ways to give you pain for the rest of your days

You challenge me, well you don't know what I be, cause I be spitting out rhymes that go just like a symphony

so I finish this off with the breaking news, hood-skier ain't sick, but he's still set to lose
 
damn dawg, ur mom i must say is pretty damn fine,

oh dont forget might i say shes a muthafuckin dime.

think im not hood? ill fuckin pop yo skull and let yo brains pop out,

you haters fuckin scream to yo mamas and shout.

go ahead step on my block,

where guns get cocked and shot.

whatcha think when a guns pointed at yo fuckin head?

bitch i lay yo ass out and you be dead.

im hard as hell, rappin aint shit for me,

i could beat ur ass dow like muhammad ali.

im only 14, a better rapper better then youll ever be,

lookin at yo shit, makes you look pathetic to me.

go run to yo mama and tell her whats good,

and get of muthfackiin NS cause YOU AINT HOOD

 
what's up now? You think I'm bad?

you're right ain't and my body's glad

Don't kill don't fight yeah I'm alright

yet the ladies still on me like moths to a light

so, my man, you wanna fuck wit me?

the M and the A plus the two T's?

do the math, or else you'll feel my wrath

metaphors so gritty, it'll put you in a blood bath

I doubt your guns are as big as mine

All of yours combined are worth one of my lines

so suck it up mang, you think you're cool?

You just 14, get your ass to school

 
Ok kids, now lets stop the hate,

All you lyrical ametures are making me irate.

dont make me wait,

i watch your little sister masturbate,

third knuckle deep, that ho moves my weight.

my clientele, all know i grow it well,

throw me a mic and ill unleash verbal hell,

i rep up in the burgh 412 son you how we do,

your shit is old, my flow is fucking new,

stylier than that pretzel steve stepp just threw,

7 springs nigga we always hold this shit down,

come see how we do this shit right here in P-town.
 
yo nukkah im about to hold my shit down,

yea im 14 and im reppin tha P-TOWN.

where the fuck is your crew? i cant see,

HOOD CREW is where its at, ur shit is beeaaat.

not only rappin am i better then you, makin you look like you got tha peyronies flew,

ill make ur shit look old on the slopes, lookin steezier and better then you.

age of 14, ive got lots a time ahead ahh me,

ill work my shit out, youll be so far behind mr. jpeeezy.

i rap like im tha muthafuckin carter, aka lil weezy

my heart bleeds for u nukkah i cant wait to get ta you,

behind all ur rappin, i can see tha bitch in you.

when you rappin wit me, tha muthafuckin jpeezy,

theyll be no white flags, and no peace furr sheeezzzeeyy

ill make your whole crew look like mini lil weezys, without tha drought.

im rappin yo ass out, like you aint got shit to shout.

go ahead bring your crew, try and front.

ill get you without my goons, might aswell shape urself a cunt.

your gettin rapped out by someone who aint even threw puberty,

go cry urself a river, your shit is just to damn WEEEAAAAKKK

 
aight man well you think you're cool

you ain't even close you's just a fool

you ain't black, you're just MC whack

you can't help but groove to this mothafuckin track

so drop the beat man I'll show you where it's at

oh wait...the bassline you gave me is too flat

just step outside, leave with your pride

you're the ones who are creating the great divide

so stop the hate, only appreciate

diversity is good, it makes my life great

I applaud your effort, but you're just too new

I've been in the game longer than all your crew

let's end it here, just turn your back

'cause it's a one way supersonic lyrical smack
 
P-Town=Portland? you got your shit mixed up.

Pittsburgh, Pistolvania son,

Oregon needs fixed up,

spit the quick stuff

errebody know me.

Mid-atlantic we dont roll with the Northeast.

Hope we get a little of that lake-effect.

battle against me youll getcha shit wrecked.

dont play like you know where im from

12 bars and ill leave your ass bloody and done

no doubt who won

i just do this shit for fun.
 
that was actually sick congrats i liked it if you really did write it :()

rap i did for my creative writing class... called it urban poetry niggha

It’s Hinzy stepping to the mic. again

Ready to strike again

Never gunna quit, and I won’t ever stop

I’m spittin that fire that going to make you drop



You ain’t even on my level so don’t step to me 5

If you trying to rap me, just step back from me



My words will cut and slash

Leavin you dead in the trash

I can’t believe you even tried

We’ll call it lyrical homicide 10



My vocabulary carries weight

Ready to crush and smash

Ready to bruise and bash



I’m ready to strike again

Never gunna quit, and I won’t ever stop 15

I’m spitting that fire that going to make you drop.



The Terminology I’m hitting you with

Will turn you into only the faintest myth

I’m done with you and I’m done with this

I’ll leave you hear with nothing to do but reminisce. 20

 
I'll touch you like michael? Don't steal techniques,

thats weak, sauce.... I rather have apples... how you like them you fruit?

aren't they refreshing like snapples. Strange styles in which I dabble.

Still Snobunnys lyrical dick rides fags like a sadles.

 
his rhymes are reck but you only got 4 lines

i'm gonna attack you so hard, feeliings will be cut from your spine

do you even know how to pull a trigger with a name like technine

i hope you're ready for this shit cuz you're fuckin dull and I shine

I rock the big mountains with the opposite of gaper steeze

I'm stylin as fuck and I'll burn all your tall t's

I dont need gay gear to pose that i'm sorta good

just shut your fuckin mouth, and sit in the lodge like you should.

I'm from the fuckin woods where the real men dwell

you city bitches think you're tough as if you're straight from hell

but when you come to my turf you bitch and whine with little owies

while i just sit back and laugh while i puff a joint of maui wowie

If you're from the bay you aint norcal and you claim you got the best dope

but the bay supply is from up north so bend over, pick up your soap on a rope

you live in a concrete jungle where the gays equal the straights

GET DOWN to the beach and pump some iron, lift some weights

My life is simple here there's no BS and less drama

its a like a reality show when my dick is sucked by yo mama

cept here she dont have a script she just drops to here knees

bitches crave for my dong simply cuz my mad steeze

I'm not even a great skier, i just do it for the love and fun

I dress for function not fashion and REAL women think i'm number one

I'm not a gangster but i've got guns, simply to keep my food in supply

all the hot asians tourists love to say " I fuckin love you round eye"

So when you're from the east and you're ridin in the west

don't be a fuckin MASSHOLE and put my patience to the test

I'm pretty laid back and i'll hook you up with some dank

if you're gay, i'll pop a cap, your body will rot, your body will stank

 
hahaha, you think you got skills

i'm the real number one, forget your frills

I'll climb to the top, shred my way down

waitin for a rail, oh whatta clown

Liv'n out in old shasta, old rockcreek road

sittin by the fire, warmin up your toes

You think you got skills, you think you got game,

its all about skii'n and you ski real lame

 
black, white purple or green

I'll tear you limb from limb and rip outchya spleen.

hella mean like doctor evil's lazer beam

check the score bitch, I remain supreme

It's sad cause, I see little punks like you

talk shit for hours, but gotta be home by curfew

try to talk again but its like your mouth is glued

cause your jaws shattered, which i put my fist straight through
 
fuckin reeder you make me laugh till i pass gas

these flows remind of nate's cabin, shroomin in tall grass

jib a rail, a table, or even a canoe

nate tapped that joint when he shoulda fuckin blew

the ash off the tip but instead a half eighth fell

out the window, to the ground, i was mad as hell

the anger gradually left as reeder banged camille in the WRX

ur car was rockin and boppin kinda like the grabs you twerk

to the left and the right, check out my twister twister spread

or my spread eagle nut grab the style knocks them fuckin dead

north lake, south lake, or the jewel of the northstate

u got 3 couches to crash on, just do not masturbate

my towels are nice and fluffy and i wanna keep it that way

lets get fucked up in Reno, what'dya say?

i got snow outside and now a fucked up rig

the tree kicked my blazers ass and made it its nig

but its not black the tree thought it knew

i should kill that fuckin tree, lets keep tahoe blue
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top