Sh1t's been dead in here since the UK announced their plans to bomb Syria,
Ignoring the cries of the people, by reporting on the mass hysteria.
Putting refugees into extremist categories, terrorist or not,
How is it a tragedy if a so-called ISIS supporter is shot?
I know this is battle rap, but I'm just battlin' back,
With emotion, cos I'm getting mad at the facts.
Preventative measures, being used by the oppressors,
Hypocritical as the Pope forgiving the sins of the confessors.
ISIS is a warped ideology, Take one out hail hydra,
It'll be another Al Qaeda, It's a gamblers fallacy,
The odds don't change because of the events of the past,
It'll just be the same roles filled by a different cast.
Now I ain't saying that everyone should just leave em alone,
But just imagine a five year old chilling at home,
By chilling I mean finding food and shelter, not playing on his phone,
And then seeing his mother ripped by a missile from a drone.
Collateral damage, doesn't explain the emotions that go through his head,
That turns him manic, easy to manipulate to want the West dead.
Grows up, eyes full of panic as he stares at the baby on the metro,
He don't understand it, How's he gonna let go,
Of the pin, and get rid of that mummas own,
What if the kid survives and is left all alone?
Wait. He's the icon of a man who's out of control.
Hate. A vicious cycle, spinning out of control.
Now I ain't sympathising with those men in the lead,
To them they'll just be atomising a steed.
But to kill the innocents, when they're the ones in need,
Gives the monstrous ideology a chance to feed.

starting a new batlle!!!!!
D-NES XD, lets go!
you, white boy in the building
your egos so big they had to raise the ceiling
and not to hurt your feelings
but my bars are more appealing
and i dont understand the kids on here ranting and raving
when there not even old enough to start shaving
yall need to go home and write better ryhmes
if u want to even attempt to keep up with my lines
also whats with everyone getting called gay
its as if thats all you know how to say
that word has gopt to be your crutch
cuz ik after my words were spit
the fire in my soul was lit
allowing me to bring the heat
faster than eminem
without a beat
so you might as well
throw me in hell
if rapping fast is a sin
cuz you know when i speed it up agin
im gonna win

Don't rip off Eminem you piece of **** cuz legit I'll break your ****ing neck *****

oooh so scared philpays gonna break my neck

I'm a Loony Toon that’s worse than Bugs Bunny
You could catch me buzzed like a bee around ya honey
People who tried to mess with me are straight up dummies
And these rappers aint comedians but they wack drops are funny
I'll never crank a Superman cos I never bought a comic
Every time I get sick with my raps I'll make you vomit
I'm a lyricist watch out cos all the fans get hit
Them dudes doin' stunts on that Fear Factor show is fearin' this
Talking to yourself, your so ******* dumb
Should have thought about it before you shot the gun
Walking around town, thinking you own the place
Guess what, ***** look in the mirror and see your face
Thinking you got hurt, when I had blood out my nose
Spraying out my hand like a ************* hose
I see you walking around town
Thinking you’re safe and sound
But when I come destroy you
You’ll be heading for exit two
I’ve been bleeding
Now I’ve earned respect
But when you start to bleed
Then you’ll know the aspect
Killing all these people
Before you killed the *****
Do you up and destroy you like a train
Make you bleed, then you’ll know the pain
You’re a freak and I’m so sane
I’ve switched volumes
Into a different lane

This lyrically show down has been run around by clowns now
While i run thru and shut this shiet down
Now they want to fuss and fight
Beakering like bythces gossiping with no mic
Im here to bust shots eat mc in a food fight
Yall never been fresh on e how u thinking u nice?
Bunch of looney toon goonies here on site
I've been known to own lines when my mind take flight
I kick up dust when im ready to bust the mic dirty
Yall couldn't wipe ya azz clean ya still riding dirty
Im in no hurry to get bury no eyes blury
When I find my peace I will rest in peace
Till then I pick up my pieces and piece my thesis
Yall can come at me whole hearted
While I shred yall to pieces token on my pieces
Sparking up the pieces heating up the ratchet n biscuit
Back when I was young dumb n dangerous then
I use to twist the cap off was that kid to bust the cap off
Now Im that kid that bust my cap off
She said Im hard headed till she make my head soft
Now Im level head father said god have mercy
Since Im cordless momma say im free to roam the earth
Cuz Im cursed I live the life I pay
Ive been getting paid that's why I live the lives I made...

Originally Posted by Mr_M4trix

I'm a Loony Toon that’s worse than Bugs Bunny
You could catch me buzzed like a bee around ya honey
People who tried to mess with me are straight up dummies
And these rappers aint comedians but they wack drops are funny
I'll never crank a Superman cos I never bought a comic
Every time I get sick with my raps I'll make you vomit
I'm a lyricist watch out cos all the fans get hit
Them dudes doin' stunts on that Fear Factor show is fearin' this
Talking to yourself, your so ******* dumb
Should have thought about it before you shot the gun
Walking around town, thinking you own the place
Guess what, ***** look in the mirror and see your face
Thinking you got hurt, when I had blood out my nose
Spraying out my hand like a ************* hose
I see you walking around town
Thinking you’re safe and sound
But when I come destroy you
You’ll be heading for exit two
I’ve been bleeding
Now I’ve earned respect
But when you start to bleed
Then you’ll know the aspect
Killing all these people
Before you killed the *****
Do you up and destroy you like a train
Make you bleed, then you’ll know the pain
You’re a freak and I’m so sane
I’ve switched volumes
Into a different lane

Saying you're a "loony toon" assuming you the "Bugs" of rap;
I'm son of Sam, and come to that you'd better pray the guns'll jam.
Your last words shoulda been 'thats all folks' coz that's more dope.
Instead you said "into a different lane" as you crashed your coach.
No.. yo, I'll make that source known;
Clumsy with the mic like you cracked your Rodes.
Changed lanes if you were ever known as the best;
Guess the road to success took you over the edge.

"different lane"?
still the same.
didn't change.

"different lane"?
hit the brakes.
Sit and wait.

"Superman"; when the path bent
stayed with the same Lane like Clark Kent.
It's far fetched, but further yet,
The only way you'd "earn respect" is if you turned and left.

"Like a bee around ya honey" but the bloke forgot the facts..
Won't be a bee because ya don't belong on wax.
Please. See I mean you don't belong on tracks..
"Destroy you like a train"; a train that's broken, squashed and smashed.

You're here to represent what I'm here to remedy next; peers are heavily vexed,
It appears the weaponry's blessed, like I bound the golden bough to the spear of destiny's head.
It's that old school swag and I ain't talking spats like pac and biggie's;
Think mythic kings sacking cities when you battle with me.
Tragic pity; the Paris in me;
I smacked Achilles For acting silly.
..He'll heal.
When they read these schemes the real reel.

This isn't bitter hatred..
Mr M4trix..
I don't know how it came to this..
You guys all seem the same like agent smiths,
aimed an' missed, raised a fist;
It's deja vu, a major glitch.
It's kinda like he broke into my home and got rowdy;
Now around Mr M4trix you gotta Watch-house-keys.

Said you "never bought a comic" and we're all astonished!
Bet you never read a book either, no source of knowledge;
This diss is sort of just made up, but sort of honest..
Coz I don't know you but I read your rhymes and I saw the topics.

You ain't even close to musical.
Got a 4 in your name ..most unusual.
My nine might end M4trix like roman numerals.

The newcomer, the crew dude spews true gutter
rude mutter the way I moove, mad cow rules with utters
the flow's eccentric, spit with the code which I hold for centuries
i'm so cold with pen ink, spoken poems turn to frozen wedding vows
text setting the now, kept in left threading in clouds
so heaven is bound to the mic, happily married
but still chat with the average, it's lonely at the top so I drop these at a minimum land ditch
peasants thinking i'm so outlandish as I sink in the hole tapping in

ok so the real rap battle begins now, that was the introduction
I'll give concussions to kids that bid on loved ones
cuz wack rap is relative, like SBU, a brother who's head'll split from my delicate predicate
dots red in hits, pull the nine bullseye you fled with this ready swift
lever twist, it's-pain with terico de vacas, ready go BLOCKA, pulled up in a chevy quick
load the semi with clips, blow the enemies that will resist,
then persist with the heavy machete, i'm shredding your wrist
then your leg and the hips, one-by-one snip the limbs like veggies in a dish
toss the salad, make the flesh soft with hammers, this is what you pay, the cost with the grammar
gats ready squirt bullets like a cash register, pull it and blast any turd
to get the paper, no staff to save ya this is your last, any words?
Rhetorical question, this script a tutorial lesson forged with the Gory, Forty, Smith and Wesson, this'll bore you till heaven
like Jesus nailed to the cross, heat seek, impale then get derailed in a loss.

he say he raw and fresh on the street
well i guess its time for me to eat
yall gonna need leak cuz when i speak
boys be listning like im saint pete

get ready boy, you shouldn't speak of semi clips
but when you get hit whid a banna clip
red n crimson spit fall from yall mouth
remember before you speak of violence take a moment of silecence
cuz when ya die by ma paper not even a god can save ya
my bars are heard from here to mars but never back
all i do is go forward soon ill hit the edge of the 'endless' black.

Eat what d*** from your boyfriend nick say to him and side boy Tim your rhymes are fagish they should just vanish your moms p***y is the bomb that's why she broke up your dad cuz he said he had the **** he never had

Don't worry I have more you dirty ***** you look like a f***ing bore
You think you can spit but you only do that on my d**k
You're a joke you hustle cuz your broke
***** I could do this all day but I better get my pay
You've been gay for the past 20 days
I've stolen all of your baes
I put my finger on the trigger Ka-Blam your floatin in that little dam you get stomped on by some Rams

id like to tell you a story...
young hitta named bob used to drive a lorry
one day he heard Eminem n thought 'i can be an mc'
so he went to kfc and tried to spit for a crowed
godamn he was loud if only he could spit but all did was barf
now they be like yo mc barf you can sign ma scarf
ha hear that i hit a rhyme like you now go get laid
from a fat *** since thats all you can afford


thats a life story folks in the same sh***y rhythm n rhyme
you just got hit with grime acidic and washed in lime
nothing to do but do away with your lie.
im straight and on line with the road to success
yall bent wid lies of getting p***y
must be blind as you picture me over you
hand while it goes up and down boy you need get a life
cuz i aint no **** sleeve n im sure you will never get one .

Your story is lame now I know who to blame I'm batman and your bane cuz in the end
I'll win and then I'll take your crap and throw it in a garbage bin
and when I barf you'll be my servent and pick it up with that scarf
Your probably a nark so I believe that your bark is worst that your bite
So come around me and let's fight at the end of the night.
We all know your game and it's always gonna be the same
I'm the king of rap so I'm gonna give you a minute to adapt

adaptation is ma skill rapping is ma life
bane? think you ment freaze
sure i can take out mudda f**kers wid one puchline
but my approch slow n steady, always chill
no f*cks bout sunshine
so cold im hot my ice be like lava to yo ears
we all know whos one of your fears hahahaha
my words creating a cold mist oh sh*t just put you number 1 on my list
you can be batman im still blacker wont see that dough not till ma mist clears
ill show you why ice and water go hand in hand
just come off the land and to the port where you'll get caught by my ice cold band
truly ill miss you but i have to send you to bed
did i mention my mouth spits lead
now all you see is a tunnel and whats a the end ? a light...

b*tch you just died of frostbite.

Originally Posted by Bobmcbarfbarf

Your story is lame now I know who to blame I'm batman and your bane cuz in the end
I'll win and then I'll take your crap and throw it in a garbage bin
and when I barf you'll be my servent and pick it up with that scarf
Your probably a nark so I believe that your bark is worst that your bite
So come around me and let's fight at the end of the night.
We all know your game and it's always gonna be the same
I'm the king of rap so I'm gonna give you a minute to adapt

King of rap? Hahhahaha ok, lemme diminish that
after a replenish that God energy with a spinach stack
crush it with my bare hands then start drinking that
to warm up, charge hard with the bars clutched in a dark hut
lift these words with an arched butt, till even the sound of my fart's tough
then I spark up, to electrocute a brother in a war truck
spoon his beans in a coffin, but it's not Starbucks
I'm far more rough, i'm like endoplasmic recticulum
i'll bend yo plastic head in a punch, then yo back shifts in a hunch
Like a severe case of Kyphosis, you die in a live fold stitched
dudes try to spit with the Psychosis, but when reality stuck that I wrote this, they all cry goatish
don't lie about your dopeness, so high spoken with lines that bite my style open
I'll kill a guy with a poem, first I let him thrive, live with a bad omen, then split his abdomen
hit him, stabs potent like a bag of weed cracked open
bleed then ask for one moment, then proceed with the mask n' gun close when
I squeeze triggers with dumb offence, the heat is unspoken
it seeks the sun's close friend, weak showmen with a diseased hemoglobin gene, no O's then
You all got bars, but i'll sickle your cells, need a moment?
the twix speech component is sick, bleed with dosage
my shiz be the coldest, scripts teaching the snowmen
this is the enthronement in quick deed with the poet's spit, see the lowest
it's uncanny like cheese with rodents, the rap traps you in a field of voltage
run it back up to "electrocute a brother in a war truck" can't you see i'm focused
I'm God to these opponents, but these wack raps are a sin, you all need atonement.

Lol whatever dude. U weak

You fraud

Where's the intelligence in you're delivery, my deliverance of flow is mystery, y'all are lame as f#ck and suck more d#ck then a fat sl#t licking my left nut.

Originally Posted by Philypay

Where's the intelligence in you're delivery, my deliverance of flow is mystery, y'all are lame as f#ck and suck more d#ck then a fat sl#t licking my left nut.

You asking about intelligence but I see you have none.
Thinking a womens only purpose is to make you cum.
Your mother should be ashamed of what she bore in this world.
She couldn't handle the nut she almost earled.
Mother of the year On her knees to please and she confused you.
Of what Men and Women are supposed to do. I'm sorry that you lack self respect but I'm done proving my point and bouncing like her checks!!

Your free styles are weak like the way you blow meat, feeling froogie, leap doggie, all ready got you sweating from the head, this is what happens when you battle with a freestyle purebred, talking all that prescripted **** from the head, an I don't know why you be hating on *****, that's why your girl calls me up to beat up her toshie,*****,I heard better lines come from a rookie, ya need to clip ur wings fairy, your man posted come out of the closet your starting to get hairy, ahhhhh real scary, bout to get dropped like I'm Eminem in this battle an ur poppa dock an you don't wanna battle me, better off sticking to your day job on your knees, and this is a mismatch, got a Better chances putting a anorexic in a pie eating contes