Official Battle Thread.

Cash still trying to bash, talking how he's a star
Rapping about galaxies, like he came from a far
When he's behind his computer probably just down the street
Who's pitiful? I'm not the pitbull, but boy do I have a treat
You are not a champion, but sounds like you're on repeat
I got your back against the wall, and their is no retreat
Claiming you can't be beat
Someone I can't defeat
Please
This is no meet and greet
So go ahead, and grab a seat
Before I knock you off your feet
Where are your manners, you so-called gentleman
You think your ahead of me, you simpleton
With simple puns
Your flow is nothing like heavenly, go back to the temple son
Brush your teeth and spit like I'm spitting, that's a dental pun
Come around here and I'll pop your *** like a pimple

Son

And please don't save the last dance for me
Everyday I feel like God has plans for me
You probably shouldn't give me a chance, I'll be
A star and the brightest
Even if I am the whitest
I'll take advantage of an opportunity, even if it's the slightest
I'm also one of the flyest
Because I am the highest
Playing quarterback, I got the touch like Midas

A quick response.....

As you be star gaz’in and I be trail blaz’in
Mak’in new hype
I can tell you’re a b*tcha** and the jealous type
Me a mold? Behold…
That’s not what I’ve have been told
I’m a hot soul hotter than a soul that the devil sold
Your lines are luke warm to ice cold
I rolled up like this be a hold up
Poker face straight up b*tch you need to fold up
Look at this… a phony rapper among us
Spitt’in cheesy sh*t with extra fungus
Act’in like he’s the one who’s deal’in
While his c*nt is the one that needs the penicillin
You be the heroin I’ll play the villain
As I be chill’in making your head bleed like a leaky ceil’in
Raw feel’in no Novacaine I be the dentist drill’in
Like Dr. giggles the sh*t you spit it only tickles

You a disease? Please…
You caught that sh*t when I sneezed
I squeeze syllables re-symbol speaking CHIN-ESE,
Hot wasabi JAP-AN-ESE,
Rap flow mandarin or CAN-TON-ESE
See, I rap in English not Spanish nor Danish
But b*tch I’ll still out rap you using only sign language

Don’t panic.
Remember you’re sh*ts organic
Something to do with outer space or was it satanic
Like super powers
Even though your rap took two hours
The only thing that’s tight is your coffin at your gravesite and all the beautiful flowers

I was thinking cause that’s what I do
Why the f*ck didn’t your mom just swallow you?
I mean, you’re not good, and definitely not a classic
Maybe you should have died in your momma’s stomach acid
And then you could of had that a**hole birth
Came back as a bush and gave back to the earth

@gunsofarsenal

Only trail you blaze is your moms '98, can't afford gas, walk instead
Guns? OK, red dot laser on your head, Drop Dead Fred
Arsenal full of crud, nothin' but scuds and duds, I'm launching intercontinental ballistic missiles, listen for the whistle
Your shiz iz all fizzle, mine is da shizzle, punk a.ss nizzle, suck on my dizzle

I ain't jealous, your being overzealous, u must really like me
U ain't my type B, u just full of self-hype see
I knew you was a sell-out, but twice?
Devil musta had you on a discount, half-price

Hold up?
I'll roll you up and smoke you up, b$itch please
Yeah, my shits ice cold, got you in a deep-freeze
Sign language? That explains everything , why u can't keep a beat on anything
Deaf and mute, that's really cute, endearing

Yo, I was thinkin' too, only I do it better than you....
Sad your moms couldn't afford the abortion, I should've given my portion
B$tch tried to get me on Maury, I call it extortion
Not the end of the story
See my crew ran the train on your mom when u was conceived
My jimmy-hat was on, wasn't me, naw, I wouldn't deceive
C you a bastard son, u can still call me daddy, we know u need one badly

@freshprince

Dear Mr. Midas Whitest, ya never finished the story, look in the mirror your a.$$ has donkey ears
No matter, your touch and gold and such, won't matter much
Not against me
I'm lyrically, empirically, methodically, psychotically, crushing MC's, not hypothetical
Don't need a schedule, my rhymes are always on time

Gonna turn your determination into frustration and perspiration
Your inspiration into desperation and consternation, continue my domination
All your left w is a bad case of constipation
Douse out the flame you call desire, u just got my ire up, stoked my fire up, yeah I'm so higher up

I'm far from tired, I can go for days wacking wack MC's
I'm a lyrical, diabolical, serial killah, bury 'em in my sprawling lakeside villa
Got y'all bawling and calling your motha', oh brotha'
Here have anotha' and anotha'
Whack, Crack, Biff, Bam, Pow
Da-na-na-na-na-na Batman
Your just a boy and wonder, how did I get so torn asunder
Yeah, it was a blunder to think you could handle my thunder
Lightning strikes are frightening, did I tell you yet to bite me

Why did you even want to fight me, I'm outta sight see
Your blind, outta your mind, I'm one of a kind
A genius w a mean streak, never take a defeat
Why don't YOU take a seat

My back against the wall?
Please, your Off the Wall
Michael Jackson
Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough
I think you had enough

@SoupJonez

Oh, G, thiz iz gunna B 2 EZ

Your toast is burnt, an epic fail
I see you trying to hide your rhyme, I pulled back the veil
Deciphered your flow of symbols and digits, decoded it shows an illiterate midget
U need to quit, your sh*t will never be legit

I'm greater than> you, your less than< negative zero
Billy, Don't Be a Hero
Your money is funny, hold it to the light, it's from the game Monopoly
Net worth just went below zero, yeah, no stoppin' me

Profit? I am a prophet, got the hot-line to the supernatural and divine
That's how I get my dope rhymes, and go-go gadget futuristic flow
Just so ya know, I looked into the future, u wasn't there, no-no
Your sh*t is so-so, I'm here shaking up the status quo

U wanna get gangsta and bust out the guns
OK, pop a cap to the back of your head w my chrome plated 9 milli, naw, that's silly I don't need a gun
Instead, I'll RELEASE THE HOUNDS, put you on the run
Chase you down, tell 'em to heel, pull out my blade of steel, slice u up in tiny little pieces
Feed u to the dogs, soon nothing left, a pile of canine feces
I'm not gonna lie, that's a shitty way to die

What is all the hype about, I can't hear you type aloud
I'd like to see you spit in person, please do you have a skype account?
Repeat, repeat, do you have nothing else to write about?
I haven't had enough until I've had the right ammount
Yeah, I'm calling your mother
She can't satisfy me, so I call four others
Bang, bang, bang, cue the sound effects
Oh, oh, oh those are just the sounds of sex
Keep talking about your lyrics, like I never found defects
You need to go back and make corrections
When I look in the mirror, I see nothing but perfection
You're headed in the wrong direction
And there will be no ressurrection
When I start killin
You can play batman, I'll play the villain
You fight crime, I'll write rhymes and stay chillin
Keep talking about your flows and how they're spillin
I'm still sick so don't ask me how I'm feelin
Cute MJ reference, but I'm gone be the great mike
You never told me to, so I'll bite your *** like a great white
Try to steal the show, but I bet you got stage fright
Never said a thing about it, but this is gone be a great fight

Let's go

@fresh priNCe

Maybe that's cause your hearing aid wasn't made for the deaf,
this is gonna be quick someone call over the ref,
you can call my mother and many more
but it won't get you laid when your really poor,
I'm feeling the strain of holding myself back,
cause I don't want you to feel the pain of a heart attack,
I spit out lightning that electrocutes your brain,
it jumps to four more people and three weeks later you'll hear it in Spain,
nobody wants to mess with me, y'all are stuck on refrain,
come up to my speed just watch out and duck if you try to get in my lane,
you can be the great white, I smoke it every night, just proving your purpose is trite,
me burning the end of you in a blunt is what you can call the tunnel front,
and at the end is the light, I call it a massacre you call it a fight

I still can't hear you, you should have never spoke
You come back with letters, notes, cracking on everything I ever wrote
Next time spend time thinking of better jokes
I don't mean to gloat, I'm just never broke
Who's the best, don't even bother to vote
It counts for nothing because I'll have it revoked
You toke dirt, I blow better smoke
The kind of **** that don't just make you choke
You'll be coughing and weezin
Often and recent
So dank, it's the reason
You'll be cheesin, freezin
Feeling like Raleigh, where everydays a different season
That's nothing you would no about, living in terp city
Never said I was calling you're mom with her flat chest, I call them herp titties
And I carry nothing but perp with me
Cash not the only one with no manners, I guess I'm the only one with courtesy

Saybers back, now lets quit the training
Cus bombs is what ill be raining
Struggling to cope already, I know your straining
Cus all your raps are is entertaining
Now just call me your teacher
Consider me the lyrical preacher
Critic on every lyric
You leave me in hysterics
I havnt even played offense yet
This is just getting started
With the way everyones ryhming
Its like i never departed

Yo CASHY......


F*ck the weigh in your equipped to fail
As I spit to shake the streets off the rector scale
Hell I got more to tell…your b*tch on my d*ck I’ll spare you the details
Like your girls nails
Scratch’in my back, she’d rather do that than to listen to
Your wack a** rap
A broke a** rapper try’in to get his flow back

Even though the flow was never so she couldn’t find it to let you know
That you’re done
For f*ck’in with them big Guns
Cause when I drop I drop mega tons
You had good runs, popp’in off and shoot’in off f*ck’in BB guns
Try’in to make slick puns
But now its time you face an arsenal…of my guns
Some real ones

I am cocky and I’m glad you called it
Admitting my problems, now you can come out of the f*cking closet
You can announce the sausage is the reason you sound so exhausted
Like penetrated anally
Speaking of it so gleefully on facebook so playfully
And now you can take d*cks like your mom does so gracefully
I’ve been waiting patiently for you to realize but your mind is in a state of make believe
Your B game finally showed up thankfully
I got twice the game to play
Needless to say I’ve been in the big leagues for decades
And when I do blaze
I can see straight through your fake a** sh*t like x-rays

I bust your knee caps like Chuck Norris
Use those jimmy caps as straps
And slap your a** to the bumper of a 98 Ford Taurus
Cause when I flip it’s a flip mode
Drag your body down the d*mn road
Cause your sh*ts more gay than lyrics from Dépêche mode
Rally race no trace of a face
To keep pace
You need to duck out to save face
I’m com’in in a dash to slash and rob your stash of CASH
While you deal with that nasty case of road rash
You say you gonna blow me up with a ballistic missile?
As I chop you to death with a small utensil
Not even using a f*cking pencil
While you gotta use my lines as your outline stencil

And you think your ill and still a dead on kill’ah
As I ambush your a** like a warfare gorilla
Line you up, execution and a slow slaughter
Your illness can’t touch me I drink vitamin water
Cause I’m a beast with mine
Use your lines for a feast of mine
Punch you in the face and leave your teeth behind
With a gap in your mind walk’in around confused like your mind is blind

.,.,.,,,

I'll keep on speaking cause I got plenty of fuel to burn,
your tank is leaking, I can see your face and the concern,
I'm about to teach you a lesson cause you seem resistant to learn,
this is the part where you hide your face and start to turn,
I got plenty of jokes left but they're not as funny when they're about you,
that's why your not laughing when the battle is done and through,
please don't think your weed is better than mine,
I'm sure yours is ok and you can call it fine,
but I have the real purp while your just smoking the kine,
my bud is trimmed to perfection and cured like wine,
I know your not calling my mom cause shes not going with you to your high school prom,
sorry to hurt your feelings but this is like myspace and your only friend is Tom
your right though I don't have courtesy,
when your mom said 1$ I told her it wasn't worth it and it had to be for free

Why should I even waste my time?
It looks like you just copy and paste my rhymes
Rearranged the words and replaced my lines
With ones that you already erased from mine
The **** you spend hours on, I can top in a matter of minutes
My rhymes are prime, so you can't factor a sentence
I don't bother playing on your words
Cause it's probably the lamest **** that I've ever heard
Still a teen, with a dream, smoking green you've never seen, I call it shrek the third
I can't believe
You're still trying to compete
You should throw in the towel, go ahead and concede
Before I come back with something more complete

Throw my xss in the battle 'cuz I'm at it like I'm the baddest bxtch on the planet
Rob your flow like a bandit, damn it, I match my shxt and I didn't even plan it
Please, I'm eatin' these faggots like they're dead and I'm a maggot
Wrap your rap in a blanket, tag it and bring it back in a packet

Y'all braggin', actin' like your lines are genial
Mine are so evil, they're highly lethal
Where's the proof that what you write is smooth ?
Truth is, I do it bigger, hit it like mister Ruth

Flirt with words like I'm dirty, ya heard me
Now don't worry 'cuz I sure don't get wordy
So let me finish this bxtch in British English:
My lyrics are killin', u wish u could nick this

Ha doper than Janet, damn it, wiz khalifa says something like that in spaceship off of star power

Never heard of Wiz Khalifa

I'm not sure why you keep wasting your time,
I sit on the John and in 5 minutes spit these rhymes,
keep on talking about my word play and diction,
I'll keep talking the truth and you can keep up the fiction,
all I really hear from you is biittchin,
I think you should go back with the women to the kitchen,
come to Terp city and see if you won't end up on the road twitchin',
this isn't a playground, I live next to D.C. and work downtown,
I have to cut thugs everyday just to survive and stay around,
keep making those jokes and I'll keep calling you a clown,
and you can keep making up names like Shrek the third,
your bud will still taste like it came out of a turd,
I have my bud come straight from Cali,
sometimes I make biitcches bring it from Matanuska Valley,
so when you hear real names like kush, haze, and skunk
you know it comes from the back of my trunk,
and I'm waiting on the complete response cause that last one was bunk

yeah I guess you wouldn't know wiz khalifa unless you were from the United States, and again like I said sugar shyt, you're taking my rhymes and the exact same things I'm writing, you literally have tried to play on every line I've written, so I guess I'll just stop wasting my time because I guess you are way more truthful than mean and your lyrics are the best and you obviously have the best weed in the world and no one is going to convince you otherwise

I've changed that line by the way, dunno if u noticed ...

Yo GUNS!!

Think your so bold, step back while I break the f*ckin' mold,
Let a true story be told
This ain't Jersey Shore, but we do have a "Situation"
I'm in the Corp not peace, but war,*need a demonstration
Don't forget your moms a wh*re my seed in gestation

See I embrace the suck, while most don't give a f*ck
I'mma grunt so don't stunt, your just pushing your luck
I'm*Teflon coated and fully loaded
Jarhead leave you dead, b*tch spread leg on the bed
You get the glock and lead, she gets the big c*ck and head

I've popped more rounds in a day than seconds in May*
Hunted human prey and got spray from an AK
You live and today was a good day
Hope and pray u don't see me someday*
You wouldn't know an ambush from your moms hairy bush,*really loose needs big douche
You don't know **** about megatons or big guns, a*one trick pony your lines
are phony*listen really close, f*ckin' blow me, s-l-o-w-l-y

You claim the game for decades, stop playin' games, charades,*set you like a game of spades
See I'm pullin' pins on grenades, you be creepin' in arcades, look*at me marching in parades

Your minds caught in a haze, a fat rat stuck in a maze
Thinkin'*you can blaze
What I've seen in two days will make your eyes glaze and put you in a daze
I've looked death in the face, he said let's race, that b*tch still on the chase

My verbal venom will leave you paralyzed and sterilized*
Is that a tear I see in your eye
I think I struck a nerve, you seem so perturbed
Bounce your f*ckin' head up off the curb,*b*tch you just got served*

oh, and we can run puns for guns just for fun, sun up to sun set, every other Sunday, that's my play day*