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

been over two years since i dropped the pen to win

but your shits so weak i dont know where to begin

ya wouldn't hit real Prophet on MTV

so stop srivin for success cuz your no B.I.G.

perceptions so weak ya makin Hal look Shallow

like masta ace says, ya cant spit so ya obviously must swallow

so cut it off short cuz your aims gettin ripped

drop the dictionary webster this shit just got flipped

 
this battles been fun but my history homework awaits,

i've had 3 hours of sleep and too many masturbates.

i'm shooting for an A on my midterm,

if you whack off to much your cock becomes thin as a worm.

i've got 8 chapters to study which shouldn't be hard,

if only i'd cracked the book sooner i wouldn't feel like a retard.

this procrastination is wearin' on me, i'm losing my mind,

lets call it a truce bitchassphatz, cuz you're the motha fuckin' prime time.
 
i'd never aim for prophet status, i was bred to lead my crew,

but with your weak ass rips that's all you could amount to.

Masta Ace's line was the only one to pass the test

how you plan to come at me quotin' one of the best?

using other's rhymes to dis me is called plagiarism

now get back on your knees and bulk up on my jism.

b.i.t.c.h.
 
yo bitchassphats,

you think you hang with cool cats

but in reality you're not all that.

you've got balls on your chin

but you couldn't get it in

how do you expect to jism?
 
please, the last thing i need to do is impregnant,

i'm like planters, i already got seeds in every state.

spawnin' an army of young thugs lookin' like peter griffin'

i'm just establishin' myself on NS as the next Madvillain
 
wassup my bitches the ol' chaz man's returned

i'm all rested up, ya'll get ready to burn

but wait a minute, i got class in 15 minute

but i'll be back after that, ya'll better salute your lieutenant
 
why you claimin son

you can't rap your fuckin done

why am i even wastin my time

when i should be blastin you wit my nine

you got no skills twin

you with your butt chin

 
Ill take the skin off my butt chin and smother your mother with it.

Your parents hate you.

You was a mistake dude.

Now get on your knees.

And smoke crack with mark coen in the trees.
 
Bitch i wont take of you skin just because

you have a double chin

Ill verbally throw you in a shit bin

Fuck that i wont waste my time

when i spit game i get more then a dime

But your lame you cant even rhyme
 
why you messin with mark cohen

cuz he be mowen over your game

yeah i be rappin that ill shit

while you be smoken tree bark tryin to get lit

 
You cant spell like shit.

Your ass is played like the word legit.

Your parents don't love you no more.

Now get back to doing your moms chores.
 
step back son and prepare for this verbal assualt

that shit bin is where you were born and raised

and the place where your cow of a motha grazed

yeah you bitch ass rhymes are cheap

and i be pullin the rug out from unda your feet

 
yeah son i just got back from the double ban

you can't mess with me cuz even the mods ran

from Da_Lench_Mob to Ghost_Dog remember my name

cuz you can't touch my game

 
got banned twice, and still don't understand ?

get the fuck out you're not wanted here man

of course the mods ran, from your stench that is

do you ever wash bro ? tell me whats the bizz
 
i'm with you, this guy is a fuckin' joke

i'm waiting for the 3rd time his account gets revoked.

he'll be cryin' to NoPoles beggin' for redemption

hopefully we'll never have to see his reflection.

to get banned from newschoolers you've gotta be a n00b,

cuz the shit laterus used to write was explicitly crude.

my guess is he posted a video of his mother,

drunk, stoned and naked trying to remove his rubber.
 
now listen here,

that wasn't any normal rubber removal.

she had to call refuse removal

cause she couldn't get the rubber past his flubber
 
I'm the one that speak the language of fate

I'm the one that speak the language and the anguish of hate

My banger is great, it split the top of your dome

Like the book of Revelations for the prophets in Rome

I'm locked in the throne, whether you like it or not

'Cause I'm chemically the reason liquid nitrogen hot

I'm nice with the glock, nicer with the semi's and Tec's

But I'm nicest when I'm clappin' at my enemies neck's

haha i win
 
Haha just because the words rhyme it still lacks

Better watch your back with these white boys on the attack

You might understand about these things, on a computer

Hey white boy get off your fucking First person shooter

 
I came to lyrically direct and ressurect intellect

into these simple minded flo's most emcees subject

us to listenin to, that styles is old and its through

I'm captain of this battleship, you paddlin a canoe

and you aint ready for the new nemesis on this premesis

next time they'll speak your name will be to reminisce

so remember this, if you fuck wit me you must be retarded

cause I'm clearly the smartest, most superior artist,

and I'm bein modest, so dont get upset

I'm not sayin I'm perfect, just as close as it gets

and as sure as the sun sets, I'll maintain my reign

and bring pain to your brain until the see the veins

of frustration, bustin out of your face and your forehead

and grab a camcorder and start to record it

cause I love rubbin salt in the wounds of buffoons

who asume that I wont put their ass in a tomb

so make room cause your technique is weak, man you wack

now I have to do the math and straight subtract your ass

this is a lyricall blast to those who think that their better

if thats YOU than consider this a personal letter!!!!!!!

I don't give a shit i went over.
 
Uh-oh, watch out, Li'l Wayne wanna-be

Carrying on his faggot rapper prodigy

If you think your the best, kill yourself now

And if not, we'll settle this on some pow

 
Gavajabra come on you think you hard with that name/

You kinda played out like a old x-box game//

Don't get me started goin' against you/

I'll murk ya whole city and that'll be the proof//

That I am the greatest something like Pac/

Cause I ain't scared I'll destroy you and ya damn block//

So go on decided who wins/

But battling me it was really over when it begin.

 
try again cause your rhymes is hardy on time

your more twisted then fuckin cokacola lime

my flows so sick yuo can count the beat on a dime

im a street nigga dont front on any occasion,

i dont stop sellin rocks, even on chistmas vacation

 
u bustaz that can't rhyme

u think u can yake mine

is like sayin u made mustard befor hinez

i'll spit 6 lines

yo fans'll become mine

i run tha city E is tha man

niggaz call me young NESS cuz i made tha band

got diamonds in the face n diamonds in the band

i'm on top of my game

poppin yo chain

grown man n u ain't got no diamonds thats a damn sham
 
That was kind of sick

For a little bitch with no dick

Get out of here

and go in fear

cause ill tear u apart

kinda like my ass when i fart

i'm done cause nothin rhymes with orange
 
I make Evil Knieval music

I come through stunting

Every verse is the same, just flipped a little something something

Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant

Born with an intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship

Shoot at you Chicago fitted and knock your socks off

Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off

I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record

Cause you's afraid I'd put your motherfucking frame on a stretcher

I can't change laws sons, that's a government issue

But I'll break laws with a gun, that's a government issue

It's the army we got power and numbers

And that's nines, forty-fives, and three-five-sevens, and m-500s
 
I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace

It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East

Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs

so the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do

But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you

Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,

crack you up and pimp smack you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own

they get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone

But tell the cops they can't touch this

I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool

my mama didn't raise no fool
 
You think you're really clever with all yo little jokes

But, really you just a big joke

You see i got no rhymes and im just post whoring up on NS

So peace out son, thats why they call me tha best

someone remind me to NEVER try to rhyme a verse again :(
 
Bitch u think ur a hardass tokin',

man, every time u fall u scream "my ankles are broken"

after this rhyme ur gonna need yo mommy to crall ta,

i bet ur the bitch that wanted to get to Chad's gap from Alta
 
I know it might look like I'm a straight newb,

But I've been writin' rap since Snoop D and Ice Cube,

I "Check Myself" don't wanna get outta place,

I suggest you do the same mr. standardsuitcase

I admit you got me by a thousand members

But it's time for you to go cuz I spit fire, you shit embers

Drop

 
it's over when you began? you ain't lying to the peeps

i gotta agree with ya, ur rhymes are puttin' us to sleep.

this line needs to quote grandma's boy, you know "YO SHITS WEAK!"

you're frivolous threats couldn't scare an N.S.-dot-com geek.

the only person you're battlin' is your own sub-par wit

cuz none of us can understand the garbage you spit

you're hardly an emcee, much less a balla

here's an english tutor's digits (www.mrkent.com/english/index2.asp), i recommend ya call her

 
it's over when you began? you ain't lying to the peeps

i gotta agree with ya, ur rhymes are puttin' us to sleep.

this line needs to quote grandma's boy, you know "YO SHITS WEAK!"

you're frivolous threats couldn't scare an N.S.-dot-com geek.

the only person you're battlin' is your own sub-par wit

cuz none of us can understand the garbage you spit

you're hardly an emcee, much less a balla

here's an english tutor's digits (www.mrkent.com/english/index2.asp), i recommend ya call her

Man your raps are even uglier than Sir Chinny

Me and Allen Covert wrap blunts that make you look skinny

So why don't you give your own grandma a call

Cuz I heard the old mailbox likes to do it blue ball

I heard you like that, sir cheeny told me

He would know cuz he gives you the deep throatie...

 
you oughta walk away right now, rappin' you's hardly a battle/

you've probably never slayed pow, my intent you can't rattle//

the only thing uglier than the rhymes that you's flowin'/

is britney's spear's beaten catchers mit blatantly showin'.//

a mistake for our race, i should've used a contraception/

man you's so ugly the doctor opted to Caesarean section//

when they cut your ass out, your heinousous required an answer/

what the fuck? turns out you had early signs of breast cancer//

when complications arose, you received too much estrogen/

that's why you're a bitch, sit down. now who's after him?//
 
bitchassphatz,you gunna get shot\

if u rap those lycs on ur bunk ass block

cause last time i heard, there's heat in the streets

so u best be on the tipy toes of ur size 6 feet

 
snow in 08?

shit your season must come late

it might be 'gone till november'

but we'll be doin' lines by december

don't trip and think I be spittin' about coke

cause around here the only lines we do are with the cold smoke.
 
Yo snobunny, I'll say before I start,

That this hot heat's comin striaght from tha heart

I've been readin your shit, and it just won't quit

Others try to step but always take the hit

So I'll take a new approach and see if you agree

Let's join forces like Cube and Ice T

And show these whack rap cats that it's a revolution

I'm the Hitler of the hood, you devise the final solution

So what do you say, do you wanna come and play

Stay if you want but you will have to pay

I may come without a crew but I'll still stomp on you

cuz My lyrics are so sharp they pierce right through

What do ya say, I'll make you the next Jean Grae?

No hard feelings if you don wanna play.

 
Damn dude your lyrics hit me real deep

I stay up all night contemplatin, I just cant sleep

If you think you got skillz, you better take a number

Oh hey I nicknamed your rap duo, "Dumb and Dumber"
 
easy ho, ya'lls gots a problem

you doin' lines? what are ya from harlem?

go get some help, yo too messed in the head

get to a clinic befo' ya'lls end up dead
 
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