Official Battle Thread.

Originally Posted by flabelfly

Colosso, your blade is just not sharp enough
Entering the board like you think you're part tough
Part rough
Slice up your body, toss your limbs in a trough,
Don't start

Do you realize your name has "loss" in it?
Tryin to mess with me, though they all know I'm a boss in it
Oven's open, you about to get tossed in it

Did you name yourself Colosso
Because you're a fatso?
That's o
k though
Cuz that's just more meat for my pitbulls
Toss them you're body they just rip pull
You spit bull
You ain't met no fit girl
Only girl you seen fit, was on the Wii fit, I'll have your world swirl

And enjoy that Mickey D's
While your mom's at my house saying "Look at these"
Colosso, please
Quit waving your sword like you a raging faggot
Sheath your sword, and get in line, you're enraging me, maggot
Colosso, do me a favor and reply soon
So I can just outwit you, denied, you goon
I just finished you, partna, get outta the room
These past verses have forecasted your doom

I rip the game apart, tear open the crowd
I keep up the slaughter, and make Freddy and Jason proud
Making these fake MC's scream, since it's their last chance to be loud
Rip out their vocal cords, pull it through their mouths
Then sit on the throne, and gently put on my crown

You're pretty good. I suggest you use bars though, if you do, it'll help you

Yo cash.....

Hold up, now wait
Why try to impersonate…a mind rape?
When you know you can’t penetrate a fortified mind with a steel gate
At this rate, your mind state
Is only fantasy as you masturbate
A rebate for think’in of your mom lick’in jizz, off my plate…
Damn, what a blind date
Now its time to concentrate
As I rip you apart in this rap debate
My fascination with character assassination
Will cause brain complication
In affiliation with suffocation
Including a dose of lyrical radiation
In translation…
My evaluation is, you show signs of true desperation
In association to issues dealing with childhood molestation
As I leave you with this lasting laceration
It’s my observation
That you may have an issue with cronic masturbation
Leading to pre-ejaculation
Which in hand, may cause acceleration to your complete annihilation
As you try to catch up with my phrase manifestation
The ramification of you going through b*tch boy menstruation

Me in confusion?
You must be under the false illusion
That I am in the need of a blood transfusion
Cause, the final conclusion…is you’ll be the one in need of a spinal fusion
When I pop your mind like a cherry of a very gorgeous dime
I’ll crush your back bone into dust and then snort a line
Make you invest in restoring and getting a new spine
Give you time, to rehearse a new line
Rework and write a new rhyme
Before a commit a war crime in my spare time

Like a python speaking Burmese you feel that tight squeeze
Mak’in your body feel like cream cheese
As you catch them bad Z’s
End up like them amputees
In a deep freeze
Put you on ice
Head in a vice
Then put you right there beside the chicken and rice…
Chill’in Up in the fridge
Then throw your f*ck’in body over the d*mn bridge
As you go fish’in for them props
You know you and me …we got mad probs.
Cause my heat seeking missiles just dislodged
And your guardian angel just be sleep’in on the job
You try to dodge, when this thing goes bust
It’ll turn you and your angel into f*ck’in angel dust
While I be thinking of the strangest stuff
Like a rebuff of your bluff
Cause it will never be enough to thrust
Into my bank trust
You’re nothing but a cream puff while my sh*ts of the cuff
I disburse a verse
I know Its my curse
To spit a lyrical verse and leave you like a case of statutory rape in reverse
F*ck you, the bullsh*t, money and fame
F*ck everything including your pen name
And the game that you claim
Your just one in the same
The only way you’d get ahead in this game
Is if you’re on knees giving head to the Game
It’s alright to be ashamed

You could have been rich b*tch with all that uranium
Try’in to mind f*ck my inter lobe and cranium
But I know you can’t get far, f*ck’in straight titanium
You’d be drill’in for years
Blood, sweat and tears
Keep on strok’in and f*ck up all your gears
As I kick back and throw back some beers
And you go crazy like Britney Spears
Obnoxiously,
Subconsciously,
Acting like it’s my fault
That your dad had a thing for sexual assault
And ripped you apart like a jackhammer molesting a vault
But see, by default…
I’m here to disclaim your brain
Crack it open and then slain
All your mental strain and functioning membrane
To obtain your profane origins of true pain
Down to the last metric grain
I am insane as I retain your brain
Using no novocaine
To expose your disdain domain
As I drain your brain like a water main
To sustain my supreme reign
And drag out your grey matter like a pull chain
Short circuit your cerebral and spinal vein
To give you chest pain like you did 500 lines of cocaine
As I refrain from eating you alive like your part of the food chain
Just like a snack of Chow Mein
Then string out your brain from Portland Oregon to Portland Maine
And we’ll just call it f*cking memory lane

Originally Posted by Newbie01

Haha, dude, keep your tampon in. No need to get fuсkin' worked up.
And what the fuсk is up with all the *****************?

Your xss still gets to curse without the shxt getting censored ? Dayumn !

yeah newbie why don't you spit something rather than making all the off handed remarks to everyone.....that is when you not kissing someones a** yo seriously

Originally Posted by gunsofarsenal

yeah newbie why don't you spit something rather than making all the off handed remarks to everyone.....that is when you not kissing someones a** yo seriously

Um, okay.

Your raps suck, your mouth's around a diсk
I banged my knee and got a kick out of it
Motherfuсker you're afraid of heights so you won't follow me up here
Cuz I'm in the clouds shoutin' loud up in your fuсkin' ear

I ain't no Ace Ventura so I won't spare you cuz you a bitсh
I'm a blessing in disguise and you'll know soon, bitсh
You came straight from the funny farm because you da stupidest
The ball is in MY court, so I'm the one choosin'

I went all nine yards, through all nine innings
Fuсk using needles I think I'll just stick to pinning
Jesus no likey me because I be sinning
My spitting drowned you out, how does it feel to be swimming?



Happy? No, cuz you're crying right now, you fuсking son of a bitсh.

Originally Posted by Molotova

Your xss still gets to curse without the shxt getting censored ? Dayumn !

lol
it's a little trick thing I do.

AHHH To:newbie


Son, I’ll do the butterfly and back stroke, no joke
While that d*ck makes you sick and makes you choke
Your, sh*t is beyond broke
Like broke back mountain
You couldn’t catch flow if it came straight out of a water fountain
There’s no need to plant the seed
I can tell the way you proceed to try to feed
This crap with no resemblance or sounds of rap
I can sense…with your extra commits that you doubt yourself
Like a midget and a f*ck’in elf
You keep coming up short, try’in to reach that top shelf
Then you try to blame it on everyone, but yourself


Talk’in about heights?
While you’re the b*tch in them f*ck’in elf tights
With a night light cry’in that you’re afraid of the night
As you rewrite and recite
Try’in to out rap me and my gigabytes… with your two cent sound bytes
Try’in to sound tight…alright
I’ll give you an insight as my flames ignite
Exploding like roman candles like the festival of lights
You don’t bring a knife to a f*ck’in GUN fight
Cause, I’ll end up being that priest giving you your last rites
I’ll forgive you of all your transgressions
First impressions and your rap recession
Due to your depression never getting to get p*ssy cause your mom had that C-section
The difference in you and me… is I’m a real MC since I was a fetus
A rapping genus
Blessed like the blessed Jesus
But chiseling skulls like the soul of Nicademus
Leaving you in the wake of my quake like you can’t see us


See, when you rap you need to come all the way through
Cause people are quick to doubt you
It’s all a point of view
Like I see you as a kangaroo straight out of a zoo
Try’in to box your own shadow and it still be beat’in the sh*t out of you
Now its past due for me to ensue
Kicking your a** using lyrical kung fu
As I accrue you to subdue you
Askew you onto a stake of bamboo
To cook you alive using a fondue
If you got beef with me, I’ll just make beef stew
Because you…you’ll never break through
Just cling to something to make due
You couldn’t hang with me on my debut


Your, sh*t is funny like a funny farm
Cause the sh*t you spit does no harm
Now don’t be alarmed, I come unarmed
But still mak’in you feel small
And that ball…
Is now in my court
You went for the win and came up a little to short
And like a bad sport you want to transport
Your grievance to an appeals court
As your last resort
So I assort my support, because I am the Supreme Court
Second the motion that you should abort
Your dreams to be the next queen consort
With that genital wart which makes you nervous
Contracting it from your sister moonlighting in an escort service
You can’t out rap me as a true rapper
Your only a half pint b*tch and a whipper snapper
You’re like a snickers bar, satisfying my hunger as I disguard you as a candy bar wrapper
I’m like that bug zapper….and you’re the moth
Compared to you and me, I’m like Eminem and your Asher Roth
As I eat up the alphabet letters and leave you with only the f*ck’in broth

Originally Posted by gunsofarsenal

AHHH To:newbie


Son, I’ll do the butterfly and back stroke, no joke
While that d*ck makes you sick and makes you choke
Your, sh*t is beyond broke
Like broke back mountain
You couldn’t catch flow if it came straight out of a water fountain
There’s no need to plant the seed
I can tell the way you proceed to try to feed
This crap with no resemblance or sounds of rap
I can sense…with your extra commits that you doubt yourself
Like a midget and a f*ck’in elf
You keep coming up short, try’in to reach that top shelf
Then you try to blame it on everyone, but yourself


Talk’in about heights?
While you’re the b*tch in them f*ck’in elf tights
With a night light cry’in that you’re afraid of the night
As you rewrite and recite
Try’in to out rap me and my gigabytes… with your two cent sound bytes
Try’in to sound tight…alright
I’ll give you an insight as my flames ignite
Exploding like roman candles like the festival of lights
You don’t bring a knife to a f*ck’in GUN fight
Cause, I’ll end up being that priest giving you your last rites
I’ll forgive you of all your transgressions
First impressions and your rap recession
Due to your depression never getting to get p*ssy cause your mom had that C-section
The difference in you and me… is I’m a real MC since I was a fetus
A rapping genus
Blessed like the blessed Jesus
But chiseling skulls like the soul of Nicademus
Leaving you in the wake of my quake like you can’t see us


See, when you rap you need to come all the way through
Cause people are quick to doubt you
It’s all a point of view
Like I see you as a kangaroo straight out of a zoo
Try’in to box your own shadow and it still be beat’in the sh*t out of you
Now its past due for me to ensue
Kicking your a** using lyrical kung fu
As I accrue you to subdue you
Askew you onto a stake of bamboo
To cook you alive using a fondue
If you got beef with me, I’ll just make beef stew
Because you…you’ll never break through
Just cling to something to make due
You couldn’t hang with me on my debut


Your, sh*t is funny like a funny farm
Cause the sh*t you spit does no harm
Now don’t be alarmed, I come unarmed
But still mak’in you feel small
And that ball…
Is now in my court
You went for the win and came up a little to short
And like a bad sport you want to transport
Your grievance to an appeals court
As your last resort
So I assort my support, because I am the Supreme Court
Second the motion that you should abort
Your dreams to be the next queen consort
With that genital wart which makes you nervous
Contracting it from your sister moonlighting in an escort service
You can’t out rap me as a true rapper
Your only a half pint b*tch and a whipper snapper
You’re like a snickers bar, satisfying my hunger as I disguard you as a candy bar wrapper
I’m like that bug zapper….and you’re the moth
Compared to you and me, I’m like Eminem and your Asher Roth
As I eat up the alphabet letters and leave you with only the f*ck’in broth

Um... Just to let you know, it's fuсkin' and tryin', not fuсk'in and try'in

Originally Posted by Colosso

@ TYLER
A simple sixteen bars? brah i was just savin ya from more battle scars
but you seem mad anxious to make a visit to the E.R
your far to small to even be seen on my radar
you pose zero threat, heard bigger barks from Paris Hiltons pet

So let me put this into form so you can read
"omg the lines are soo close, my eyes startin to bleed"
im a new breed, just iinvincible. Even if your the teacher
betta check yourself son, your talkin to the principle

ATTENTION TO ALL STUDENTS AND STAFF!!!
you made me laugh..but put away all the rif raf
somethin somethin somethin im hot like a oven
your girl calls me her happy meal, i must be Mclovin

im sick cousin, and i cant hear anymore of that whine
or those rhymes..i read em alot loud line for line
all it made me do is pop some more Codine
i figured from the start 16 bars is a waste of my time

I'm that emcee that rips em from limb to limb. but yo I ain't got to pretend.
quick to Throw you in the water to see if bullshit can swim.
Have Colosso bob around as chum before the feeding frenzy begins.
Your Hopeless bro...soul glow couldn’t slip you a win.
Your so so frankly I think your a disgrace to the depths of hip hop.
You battling me is like trying to climb Mount Everest in flip flops.
Like a ***** on the rag with out a maxi pad on vacation.
left some **** behind now in a sticky situation.
You'll just drop hitting the ridged rocks never make it to the tip top.
you stay your *** at the bottom relax and have a coke and a smile.
It's been a while since battled even this is easy.
A happy meal? she must be laughing at his mclovin's pee pee.
teach me what teacher I'd love to be in that class.
have you staying after school picking thumb tacks out of your ***.
so pop some more pills mater of fact overdose on focus factor.
Don't matter your still going to be the same lame broke *** bogus rapper.

16 bars spit it.

just a random one out there..

I unload em with notions ,super nova explosions.
Flow’s like nuclear expulsion, exposing useless appoints.
Burned to the 3rd degree nothing you bring is hurting me.
Against Sk'n DEEP Your messing around with chemistry with out a nerds degree.
just blows up in your face, yo when my cross gets thrown.
it’s tattooed with cross bones send you home in a box so,
go on and take a crack at it I crush every rock thrown.
you crack attics you must be smoking on rocks don't.
death in the only direction your headed when messing with me.
I make the movie seven look exceptionally weak.
my verse make you sick , Just cause I rhyme Expressively.
I'm not most def But did I defeat you most diffidently.
yo there no reason to get green eyed with jealousy.
a senile emcee mind is three times worse than the elderly.
I could be strapped in a straight jacket and still beat you effortlessly.
yo this was just for my own endeavor G.

How can y'all proceed the dissin' when the misses is missin' ?
I feel the need to be spittin' and I insist that u listen
To the only chick that's tough enough to stand up and speak
These lyrics need a woman's touch and I'll bang up the beat

I don't need metaphors, I get to score anyway
My pants are clean, yet I let ya wet yours for today
So u better help yourself when it comes to battling me
Ayo, my lyrics 'd sell off the shelf, yes I'm the baddest MC

Flows come so natural & I dazzle 'cuz my tongue is facile
I'm a master in the battle & I'm comin' after
Everyone that wants to chat or verbally interact
I know ya heard of me, I got impact and now I'm back

To make a move and do what I'm expected to do
I pursue a fluent tune, I bet I infected you too
I'm not your average chick, 'cuz I manage to fit
16 damaging bits into one passage like this

Haha... Just wanna point out that Mol has 69 thanks....

@ Molotova

The weak a** s*** you spit, I just swallow it to acknowledge it.
Then vomit it back like karma, 10 times harder then when you started it.
f*** what your calling it b**** it’s ignominious, Just call me a gynecologist.
Cause I’ma split this witless p**** open like the us did the communists.
Your messing with a killer bee hive, I’ll kill your illiterate free styles.
A million to one in rhymes stinging ya each time one of my lines zing by.
Look I’ma put an end to ya but this isn’t the end of me ripping ya.
You must be brainwashed cause the only flow you ever get are from enemas.
So squeeze that bottle a little harder to wash out all of monotonous bullshit.
Yo every word you’ve spit is irrelevant, cause I’ve already gotten to used it.
get use to it, You can’t bare this torment I consistently inflict.
Get you to quit, slowly twisting in the knife, b**** I ain’t killing you quick.
Your gonna suffer just like your brain does when you mumble and stutter.
Like conch shells it’s gonna get tired of were it’s living and find it another.
So take your whack a** flows and shove them up your a** hole.
Cause your rhymes are less exceeding than watching grass grow.

16 Bars Spit it...
all said above Is all in fun...No Offense

*****s been sleepin on me like a welfare center
I snap they necks to get a play, 2nd string corner
I'm not bad, I just haven't been peeped yet
So Father John will stay away like the network cut off Glenn Beck

I'm shootin *****s like an action flick
I go harder than prehistoric t rex ****
The flow is sick like the test results were positive
Mistaken for an alchemist, ended up like BIG

Complex, can't understand me like trig
Forbidden fruit, no one suspected u were a fig
Tru gs move in silence like lasgana
*****es claim to be Ms.Me like anastasia

Finish the bar, constructed the cell
Dead interior designer, pimpin room in hell
I got the key so I'm neva gonna fail
High school ****, stealin wishes, wishin well

Why would you steal lil wayne lines ....

good point HGP thats crazy!!!

I feel ashamed sometimes to see writers out here like this , makes me even question myself. but hey theres something to express now. :P <- that is how you stay true.

Man newbie , Your style don't really move me
You no different then any of these "rappers" , picking ego's to me it don't ****ing matter
Want me to give you a line like "I'll break your **** and make it shatter " **** that ****
In my world if you gonna ****ing rip , Stress to you other mother ****ers how I live
You wanna **** with , I'll predict every move to your diss
So just take your child **** back to the playground , When a real mother ****er like me comes around
No telling if my head's completey sound , But I guess ya'll don't know by now
Honestly couldn't give a **** , I don't need no ****ing metaphors to make ya feel heart struck
Wanna be a critic , Be real to how you ****ing spit it
I can see how much of ***** you are when you give it , Man how you was thinking before I came you never gonna ****ing miss it.

Just felt like composing a few rhymes.

I’m new to this rap gig, but don’t treat me dumb,
If you see me coming, you betta’ f**king run!
I know you homies can flick some raps, like it’s your profession,
But me? I’m friggin’ cool, I just need all the progression.
When I wanna’ rap I start to spit out what I feel,
Damn homie, sex and drugs, what’s your f**king deal?
I know your probably thinking, “No this *****, is a fake,”
But it don’t matter homie, I don’t listen to Dr. Drake.
Now sometimes I feel good when my lines are f**king crap,
But damn homie, you should listen, I’m just learning how to rap!

Your just a pitiful imbecile
flow so typically fictional
See I'm spittin' mythical visuals
the pinnacle is visible, closer with each syllable

your feelin' miserable, knowin' this ain't winnable
'Cuz my verse is a biblical miracle, whip your *****
critical mass, sound the whistle
time for dismissal

I'm a digital mystical, a lyrical criminal
Class is over, that was rap mathematics
I'm so dynamic, fresh and aromatic
so fly, call it vocal acrobatics

Your flows anticlimactic like the movie, Titanic
I'm the iceberg, the Atlantic, so gigantic
got you caught up in a panic, so manic
Now you sputtering like an asthmatic, no inhaler, such a failure, no chance, not a ****ing prayer