Come get slaughtered!

Originally Posted by RigaMortis

Hypochondriacal barz he spitt
Garbage is what we thought of it
shatter skulls of thoughtless pricks*
Fragments of bloody cartilages
someone should of taught this cl^t
I will spazz and slaughter sh^t
make you suck the barrel of what I pistol whipped your daughter with
I'm a word to your comma bxtch
"you've just been left behind "
recollect your torso and arm,
The dismembered rest is mine

i stepped outside to realize
that this will be the day of your demise:

just stop talkin you damn poser
cause after all its the same damn shlt over and over
talkin like you rough? 'shatter skulls of thougtless pricks'
b1tch you ain't tough, go eat a bag of fkn dcks
im sick and tired of your wackass threats
cause you talk about killin
till you get murdered yourself

Get outta line
You haven't been chosen yet
You're outta time
While I'm spittin' rhymes for 'Los and 'Lettes
Neva doubt that mine
Are divine and slaughta pros and vets
I guess you're out to find
Just how deep this ocean gets
Let me put it in layman's terms
So you can process it with ya small brains
Anybody that touch this flame gets burned
Because my flows are all flames
And hatas, as far as I'm concerned
All they can do is hate and call names
I guess it takes them time to learn
Which is good coz I could sit and do this all day

Now bow before me
If you comprehend this allegory

Im giving lessons now who signing up.. its recruitin' time so dont fxxk up
Fxxk wrong with these nikkaz Im in my prime like optimus cause its primetime.... by tonight you'll be the subject on the news..I mean its die time
Leave yo azz with a toe tag cause ur dead "beyond recognition"
I dont tell nikkaz I show nikkaz cause I buck nikkaz
I drop bodys daily and it aint less than four or half dozen nikkaz
I dont let nothin' get by me so i wish you would just be stupid enough and try me
Nicki got a problem with them lookin azz nikkaz
But I be teasing there deaths making them beg "forgive me!!"
How cruel of me haha
Roll the windows down with the llamas spitting
Your body on the floor is what they sketching.. "Chalk'd out"
I pray for the nikkaz who tryna kill me... Imma shoot till my last breath saying "God forgive me"
I got a 40 for the rest who tryna end me, I dont play no games i be the one to end it
Dont be putting my business up in your conversation ill shoot an opposition without hesitation
I got tricks up my sleeves you gon' be the one disappearing
You know the rules on my block if you touch me u getting 'murked'
It aint nothin personal even my momma think I was born a curse
I dont got no wraps I be hitting first
Your destination is in the back of a hearse
No bxxch, I dont fight fair i just role on em'
Got a Glock 40 with a 30 clip with the laser on
now who gonna play tag with me?

@black
This is me being charitable to karma...
Believe me, I've seen your future, Sarah Conner.
And I'm not Arnold but, "Wutchu talkn bout Willis"?
You're not dead yet, but you write like your will is.
Terminate your Different Strokes, write something of substance,
Degenerate, griftin' folk, hype nothing, and lack much sense.
Two penny's are some change but not much cents
It don't have to make sense, none, if it's nonsense..
You don't even have to believe what's said if what's said's meant..
Just entertain, show range, if you enter brains you may seed change...
Obama got elected president with unprecedented claims.
I didn't press the issue since thru the press I get his two cents... change?

You don't spit bars, you chew 'em up an' swallow.
If you're counting bars, why can't you follow?
I can't follow your use of words that do not f'low,
with one's you're "trying" to rhyme..
Hollar at Oxford and get your lines in line.
My lightning spit brightens skies, enlightens the benign,
in time you'll find, and understand..
My rhymes shake walls cuz my minds thunderin'...

I've no words missing nor misplaced, you're Miss Led,
Ms. Read, I put pencil to paper like it missed lead,
shots hit marks like your face missed red...
I write bloodflows, my soul just bled,
next I'll kill the horse you slept next to in bed..
And yes with no regret, on the eve that you wed Mister Ed
So with this said, can you guess that the wit suggests..
You thug in dress and couldn't less
unless you ac-cess-arize,
with six inch stilettos, and get yo
@ss to rise..
Still, the heels, can't forget those or how they still get jokes..
Still, can't let go how you still let those
kids collect bets you being bedded's regretted though...

It's apparent Ms. Back in Black's raped
Its his ignorance that makes me miss the blacks in back days..
Oh crap! What the fukt Mack say?
Don't sweat what's said in jest, it's not racism..
Just confess, he did y'all, ingest frayed denim
torn from jeans of gays who day to day race in 'em
in which case it ain't venom you're spittin', it's the taste, it'n it?

So no back seat for Black, he's strapped to the hood..
Sad he's only happy when his seat's backed on the wood..
Black's lack of craft backs that it's all wack in his hood..
Was he actually casually admitting to wackin' all woods?
He's from Oklahomo, how goods an "OK" hood?
How many craps would an alphabet take if an alphabet could?

I know your type's rap, you type rap..
Your life's in a pad full of padded lies,
your life's lapsed by gassed writes..
I've life lapped from my room padded, and strapped tight..
But I get'r done like trashed whites..
I take all turns left, cuz I lack rights..
But you can't stop this, or MACKs might..
I attract lights cuz I leave back, crashed sights..
You're the best of the worst, what's that like?
I'm the worst you'll never see... still, it's MACKs site..
You gaze at vast skies but look with maxed sight..
I'm passed high, none can see dubB nor buy
passes to where my paths pass by..
Where the past dies, tear the fabric of time and by-
pass your future last tries..
I flirt with death, kill and butcher with grasped mic.
So when Grim stepped in, I snatched scythe..
Then offered ad-vice to next time pack light,
then sent him packin with a light pat on his backside.
I attract wifes with sad lives, cure hurts like crack pipes.
Crowds may disperse but they come back, tyke,
like moths to maglites to see what MACK writes...

It's fantastic I crush fan's antics.
Stamp out chances for Stan advances..
Fan's static is just that, as it stands static.
Can I be candid? You couldn't flow if you stole
mine and canned it..
You couldn't jam if I put it in your hand in a sandwich..
My pre-planned and mapped §hit's backed with
sum "§hit's hit da fan" script that wraps up stagnant rap attacks kid...
Fan's tactics are that back flipped,
bland tic tacs, artificially flavored and lack grit..
Art officially favors MACKs slap stick
in this miss matched tit for tat b|tch..
Just ask Tip, you can get with this,
or you can get with that §hit..
I typically create relapsed addicts...
Drop spits that smash like smack hits..

I dampen rants with demanding panic..
I dampen your brow with excited sweat glands..
I told you I planned it, and you can't manage..
Sweatin MACK so hard your sweat pants
are sweatin,.. and pantin'...

I say jump, and you do it..
in a jump suit, here's a hool-a-hoop,
Jump thru it as I chunk you it..
Attention recruit!
No wait, that'd read better "pety officer".
No weight rap'd be a petty offer for
the rap God's, never match ROBBs, irrr...
How bout your mom, you could offer her,
or keep fukn with me and I'll off her..


Mediocre Composer and no closer will you be to an MC and,
this meaty ogre's closure will be you never peacefully restin'
head in my freezer, the rest of you never in one piece again..
No "freebies" or "overs" just focus on what you can see man..
Or you'd do better in the belly of Rigas whale with eaten seamen..
Still, I'll rape the whale as well and fill it with cemet..
Not semen, cuz I come so hard really I bust concrete..
For real, I come so hard I bust concrete beneath stomped feet...

You, hot? Hahaha, you slay me.
Those words go together like "youth" and "AIDS".
Not well, but what's better together? "You" and "euthanase" ..
Proofs puddings been ate,
puttin proof in who's pen ends days
and sends graves has-beens that've been slayed..

You're used to slaughter house stench so it's obvious
you'd turn lobbyist for ROBBs slaughterous pen..
I got you nauseous within, but you can't stop this,
attentive attention you try not to but got to spend..
To see with God's speed if ROBBs vented again,
with some hit list §hit worthy of mob's mention of him..

The only thing off your dome,
the b|tches you ask to suck but don't..
With good reason though, you suck enuff on your own..
Could leave a hitch free of chrome..
While Im worshipped, been crowned even throned..
Still Ive capsized warships, drank Crown and got thrown..
Walked planks, drowned, and shot home..
I don't die, I rise, shine, and it's shown..
But you sit hi, eyes wide, and type on your phone..

I'm all fight and no flight like an animal..
Might seem alright when in sight, but inside I'm a Lycon and I maul,
parasitic insomniacs so they can suck all night in h€ll where I send 'em all..
You fleas can eat these and please don't lighten your clinch at all..
I like it rough, bite, I'll leave blood from chin to jaw...
dress nasty for dubB, I'll see you there when I'm called..
Look for me, wearing nothing but Ray-Bans and a patch of phentanal.
Big fat hard d|ck and not one gum ball at all.....

***** these ryhmes are wack u should not of showed such slack u is nothing to my raps every time u try to com back i just go ahead and **** my strap back all u hear is click clack!!!!!!!!!!

@Chris
I feel disrespected that my email would alert me to that crap, was that your best or did the vessels in your brain go snap?.. ya I bet
You were right about the first five words you spat, but after that you had me confused like u really "should not have showed such slack" you lame bat....
Like van-dam with these lyrics ill knock your sh^t back, drop your *** flat and do that **** again for whoever missed that..
Now your skull cracked, and crazy is back, dropping bodies like the ear Mike dropped a while back,
I got no wraps so diss me and hide and imma pop up on you like Jason did the white brat...
No I'm not racist but my gun is, its black and shoots white b^tches that talk sh^t so f^ck with it...
Getting the picture mr.miles??
I just made you my b^tch without even trying am I lying??
I'm dying with laughter and killing you slowly like a cancer, the prophet said I was known for disaster..Im a lion on the inside with a kitty type look on the outside...your b^tch a^^ though I was soft but I showed my true killing mentality like the gay dude showing up his real side....
BOOM!!! Now that's that.... leave yo azz with a bullet from the compact...laying there lifeless now thats a flashback
I told yo azz you aint about that,
I go bar for bar... its beef...I hit with every word call me Muhammad Ali
This is easy **** to do, easy for me hard for you i leave you with a bullet or two and pick up few b^tches maybe 3 or two.
Lil B^tch

Imagine that, all that space just to say almost nada
Such braggin' rap, it's blah, blah, blah, compost, comma
Compost, comma
Apostrophe
Such hypocrisy
It's apostasy and it's all lost on me
Coz I don't give two flyin' spits or one long winded fluck
Back at the bottom of my worries list is where you've ended up
It's a shame how you make something so splendid suck
So if you keep rappin'
Hip Hop might stick ice picks in it's ears
I'm not stressin', nor counter attackin'
Why would I wanna do that when it's clear
That we're finished here
Just disappear, you aint gotta pay ya penance here
Now you can respond with sentence after sentence *****
But I aint got the time to read 'em coz every minutes dear
And I really don't care
I really don't

Originally Posted by _SBU

it's good stuff man? damn, thanks.
yours is bad, it's bland, you're wack.
I'll open your mind; you'll split and you'll crack,
you'll develop a stutter and your will will collapse.
my pen game's sharper; I chisel the raps.
I etch my texts on obsidian slabs.
classic rhymes came back in time, I'm past pen and paper,
I'm heard about by word of mouth with more lore than legislature.
holler 'cause.. you say you're slaying lines but you're just gassin',
Ann' Frankly you need to keep quiet for more than a minute.. dumb tactics.
you've lost a lot so just stop and acknowledge it.
no verbal bullets but you bust on some hollow tip.
you're packing magazines, I'm a novelist.
I'm a pro and your prose is a con, coz we're opposites.
I'm undescribeable. I'm not nondescript.
you lack that class. columbine alumni, no scholarship.
you're stopping to shake like a dog in the rain, lost and afraid,
baring your teeth coz you're constantly chased.
my modesty's safe; to say I'm great's an understatement.
straight from the gates I'd slain a hundred angels.
this ATL-ant-is captive trapped in sunken chambers.
word is born, you've lost it. loveless labor.

the text's as eloquent as Mercutios death throes,
since it's verbal bullets I'll Cap-u,-lets go.
I'm the cause of your folks split, I thought you ought to know about it:
my script's sick.. a plague on both your houses.
you don't seem deep just by referencing shakespeare, the move's too blatent.
..it shakes peers when I shake spears like zulu nation.
you're hardly the bard but you get barred from bars though,
it's dark as when bats-hit, his raps stink like guano.

this rap impacts and his is an imp act, we're mismatched.
I write Tyler diss raps. he clicks 'Thanks'.
he spins words without even speaking? it's mental.
my flow's like smoke that arose from the temples.
your flow's choked.. but you're menstrual,
and only switch it up coz your style's a rental.
but you should hire a book binder;
I've seen your script and it looks spineless.
you've lost the plot like your drop's got parts missing,
..blind with no mind of your own or heart in it.

your honor's lost, wandered off. you 'bottled' lots.
mine's coming hot off the top like a molotov.
higher, returning from burning the firmament,
my frees are off the leash like I'm cerberus.
you get it so wrong that your lyrics are funny.
you're not off the leash, you're a mischievous puppy.
you're not a proper writer or a lyricist. you're not a biter, just nibbling.
seems tyler likes to be beaten, sins for kicks. he owns a leash? the gimp's equipped.

seems you need to put heart in it Tyler,
liar, I'm revoking your artistic license.
I'm brutally roofless; no need for this 'Tiler'.
I put in work to break it down like a grinder.
my style's" considered as free coz it's priceless..
my punches'll help you to shine like I'm Midas..
you're softer than gold, more faces than cut diamond;
you're not deep or even underground, you're just minor.
I've got to pay dues and for you it's unkindness,
grabbing rap by the balls like a bad umpire.
you chat breeze but it's refreshing, I'm a hot rapper.
you whine though, so flow like every drop matters.
you're a tragic youth, you'll go all out next time? bad excuse.
I write like each drops my last and the passion grew.
to battle me needs strategy. I've not got any plans for you,
you just go beserk lacking tactical attributes.

OK I haven't done this in a while either....but here goes:

The pen ain’t a weapon
It’s Just a deception
A misdirection
Since you ain’t speakin’
Anythin’

Aloud.
You cowed.
Can’t hear ov’r the boos
OF the crowd
Not proud
To be so loud
That these meditations
That you spout

Are an expedition
Into futility
Showcasin’
A lack of ability

Words with agility?
Got none,
Just blow like the wind’uh

Ambition?
It’s a false Idol
you been worshippin’
Like Ja Rule
Murder inc.?
That’s right
You murder ink when you write
Down the words that you think

Music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muGuYaw7VGs

My bars got strength like the hulk
And you fa.gits caint fight the bulk
All off a my right ta talk
Smack and act like a complete jerk off
So get that gotdam smirk off
Of ya face before I replace it with jerk sauce
Impale ya anally with a church cross
I know I'm sick, I told ya at the first boss
That you would be, messin' with me a whole lot worse off
Than if you were to smack a gorrilla and try to run
Ya weak bullets don't phase me so just hide ya gun
And watch as I become
The inevitable end of all of this
I bring the pain, I bring the reign, you're gettin' slain
It doesn't matter if ya not convinced
It's a lyrical apocalypse

yo you spit corny ****, you like a horny *****, up in her house squeezin her tits, askin where the action is, i dont mean to be mean with a diss, a snake sees me it screams doesnt hiss, your fallin in pits, and ballin in ****, got you murked but you still aint missed, at your funeral i saw your girl and felt her tits, and that wasnt the end, got with her so good she said you two were just friends, your battle fate depends, on whether i go hard or easy, but you better believe im always ready im creeping.

Are you kiddin' me?
He just said all that didn't he?
It's gonna take way more than that wack rap to get rid of me
Matter of fact, that was lame as f***
Guess what crapperRHD, the game is up
The verdict is in, you f****** suck
Sick my duck
With any luck
No one will ever let you get on a microphone
You best just get the hellon, coz the psycho's home
I aint messin' wit' ya little boy, I'm full grown
Tryin' to figure out ya pathetic ploy, got my headache full blown
If ya want I can show ya how to write lyrics
That is if ya don't make a disappearance
You can come back, I give you clearance

yo dont get jealous, but by my standards you rank with the nice fellas, dawg you got it all wrong, fresh lyrics is always wat i got, you go ahead and try to mock, me but your gonna get messed up by a rock, and try to spot, the lyrics that i create, while worthless noise is what you make, i dont wanna be mean to you im just competitive, and be careful cause my rhymes are venomous, and the creativity is endless, while after we battle you are just friendless, punishment for losin? damn you gonna be headless, BackInBlack why you back in black, you should have come back with a mask, to cover the ugly face i bet you have.

Oh crap
When did they start lettin' 4 year olds rap?
Do you really think your lyrics are ill as h3ll?
If so ya just need to go ahead and kill yaself
Take that preschool crap and put it back on the shelf
Coz you aint impressed anybody, except for obviously yourself
You don't have an impressive flow or rhymes
Proof read your schit, here's your sign
So far your peers are kind
Only one of 'em has pointed out how much you suck at this
But I'll tear you down and think nothing of it b!7ch
You're kinda like a fly, a minor inconvenience
Sooner or later you'll die, along with your childish deviance
Your raps lack the proper ingredients
That make for passable verses
Another words they're... laughable, worthless

sayin its worthless look at what you typed down, have a record release party then i diss you nobodies hyped now, look whats gonna happen right now, ima have you down on the ground, bleedin nobody takes that serious cause theyre used to you bein like a clown, nobody takes you serious, wheres the nearest, hospital cause your gonna need emergency room clearance, im sayin somethin right now multi rhymes wont get you by, if you end up bein artistically imprisoned on the mic, think im finished ? sike !, im really doin a drive by on a bike, for nothin im just murderous, puttin on your ****ed up legs some tourniquets, then you get amputated whats worse than, the fact that i saw what you cant use and did a come up, which is the mic and i blew your whole game up.

Originally Posted by rapperRHD

sayin its worthless look at what you typed down, have a record release party then i diss you nobodies hyped now, look whats gonna happen right now, ima have you down on the ground, bleedin nobody takes that serious cause theyre used to you bein like a clown, nobody takes you serious, wheres the nearest, hospital cause your gonna need emergency room clearance, im sayin somethin right now multi rhymes wont get you by, if you end up bein artistically imprisoned on the mic, think im finished ? sike !, im really doin a drive by on a bike, for nothin im just murderous, puttin on your ****ed up legs some tourniquets, then you get amputated whats worse than, the fact that i saw what you cant use and did a come up, which is the mic and i blew your whole game up.

Do ya really want me to pick your lame rhymes apart? Do you really think that your raps are good? *** is wrong with you? Are you deaf and dumb. Try to flow your rap. It sounds like crap. You really do write like a juvenile half wit. I'm sorry but it's true. You don't even write in bars like you should. Your rhymes are generic basic rhymes that anybody could come up with. You my friend, are not a rapper.

Yeah, your rap is worthless
Just tactless verses
And the thing that's the worst is
You think that it's ill still
You think that you're the real deal
But you aint even B-Rad
Was ya whole mission just to never listen and B- bad?
We can all see that
With every weak rap
Ya spread more cheap crap
Than a wino spreadin' compost
You didn't get close, not even almost
Close to winnin' this
I've heard better raps from lesbian nazi feminists
That's how pathetic your schit is
It really is, yes... It Is

Robb Mack, SBU, Venomology
...seriously take them down...this has gone way off track.

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

Yeah, your rap is worthless
Just tactless verses
And the thing that's the worst is
You think that it's ill still
You think that you're the real deal
But you aint even B-Rad
Was ya whole mission just to never listen and B- bad?
We can all see that
With every weak rap
Ya spread more cheap crap
Than a wino spreadin' compost
You didn't get close, not even almost
Close to winnin' this
I've heard better raps from lesbian nazi feminists
That's how pathetic your schit is
It really is, yes... It Is

Two second reply to something that doesn't deserve even that amount of time...




My mind is blown
Not by the dope lines you dole
But by the image you paint
In-ad-vert-tent-ly
Your life cer-tan-ly
Is
The Compost heap?
I agree, worthy of thee
Your attentions, presently
Focal point bein’
A pile **** steamin’
Cheap Crap… I’m agreein’
There ain’t anythin’ here
Resembles
Anything being on the levels
oF nazi feminist styles
Since they woulda been genocided
Read a book
Take a lesson
Learn how to use history as a weapon
Rather than an illumination
Your lack of recognition
And got ignoration
Complete oblivion
You nothin’
We got it
Haven’t forgot it’
How can we
Your ignorance is prevalent
We see
Yeah we can’t stop it

Ha! Ha! Listen to doctor chuckles
Take two of these, it'll stop your troubles
But after the next 14, the price of the offer doubles
I don't give two schits who you say you are
Coz anything you say's fubar
You heard of 2pac, well you aint tu par
F*** off, you're just a Ru Paul
It aint no loop hole
Quit rappin, he don't like it in the poop hole
Your ignorance is prevalent?
That's what they say these days when somebody's tellin' it
Please remain celibate
Anything that you say is irrelevant
I just stay and play just for the hell of it
The fact that I would even give a f*** is a new developement
The scoffers are always ever prevelant

Bars in bulk?... Incarcerating thought...
Free rap before you get raped... lots.
Bars in bulk?... You're held by sales and inflated costs.
You buy rhymes at costcos and k-Mart shops...
Bars in bulk?... Your hells the cell you've demonstrated's locked..
Don't drop the barred soap and fart soft..

I bar none popping bars between bars hopped,
the clubbing starts at each stop with hard shots.
Soothed a bit with scarred coughs..
True grit's proven when I card cops leaving bars tossed.
Then move quick so noose's slipped and bars get tossed...

I'm a Texas danger!.. Walk 'r run still my steel marks dots,
laser guided lead parts tops..
I chuck, Norse reference but on u it's far lost,
cuz I er·ect the read that'd stall Goths like tar dropped..
Oh then, I stay low key, like it's pa's fault.
Cause I'm the thorn the lions paw got..
I'm the Marshall your arts dodged,
slangin lead, phrases and faces get coined.. depart dodge..

I've fists of fury lit by stars fought..
Any who step they cart off in charred box..
I do talk smack you dope, you can't even smart off..
Read me with a belt around your arm, pause...
Before you nod off, be warned..Don't start ROBB!