Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Cadamarie
I ain't sneekin I been blatantly calling you out waiting for a pathetic response you took so long it was like waitin for a second Renaissance you didn't kill **** ***** I'm nonchalance you need a spell check ensconce this didn't take a week cause really your **** is week permanotabeast please I could wear a jacket and still see my oblique step back with your misinterpreting **** while I'm reinterpreting this *****
Ha I know you can see this didn't work so well on me you ****in down syndrome banshee actin like you a emcee I'm a lyrical acrobat on the trapeze you a drunk drug smugglin juggler with no knees you can swallow my shaft and my seeds I could go but theirs no need that was a stampede made your *** bleed by using words as *** beads

Permabeast is dis how u rap?!?
(Your nonchalance)
B*tch you should b slapped fo dat.
(Pathetic Response) Yo response was pathetic when u came back.
Y'all always wonna talk about puttin y'all lil dixk in my mouf cuz ima girl.
How bout permabeast and philpay needa stop the 12play
Cuz i gotta 12 play that'll
Let dem shells spray.
(Down syndrome banshee)
You will never b on my level wit dat mouse cheese. Emcee i'm glad you see, it ain't pretend its what i was born 2b.
(Drunk drug smugglin juggler wit no knees)
You sound like a no knees juggler, dat b snitchin bout dem keyz.
Oh opp a*s..
You ain't gotta shaft to swallow, you mo p*ssy den me.
You said you could go but theirs no need for dat.
Would've, should've, could've ,but u didn't! So theres no need for dat.
You couldn't touch me even if you had a beat fo yo last rap, I bet you thought you was beast for dat.
(Made me bleed by using words as ***beads)
N*gga you sound like a fag in need..

TF OUTTA HERE

Originally Posted by KîNG

You ain't even diss me but I'm getting on ya damn head/ You don't serve fiends by the way you rap I can tell you the fiend you just a crackhead/ And these raps that I'm spitting'll leave cats dead and the pistol like mechanical pencils and I grip em and I won't stop clicking till I run out of lead/ And ya bars is weak you need to lift some weights up and get ya weight up before you get ate up with these bars I'm throwing/ You saying that you move bricks is faker than hocus pocus, you ain't wavy I'm wavy as nemo floating in open oceans/ And quit frontin yo you know you don't got bread ock and if you got bread stab you with a rusty knife and give you tetnus shots/ And cut you into pieces like Reese's and I will separate ya body parts and then send em to ya moms in her mailbox/ Now that's savage I'm quite pyscho the nine blow them shots make ya stomach hang out like liposuction/ Stay with the gun bars and the punchlines the punchlines beat you up like Tina Turner what I'm Ike or something?/ I love rapping I don't ever want to stop ima pop you gone flop and crash cause you don't got vision I call you fetty wap/ And you keep imaginary bread but my bread real cause I whipped batter to get cake like Betty Crock

Ima bring it back fo yo weak @ss..
King you should change yo name to Thing cuz the s*it you say sound like it'll come from a Queen.
(Ya eye gone b the color of them bags that pack sack lunches)
Well yo body gone b the lunch sack, inside dat packed bag. Called Brunches.
I speak volumes to you!!
Sumin you ain't neva had.. He*l in the f*ck yes I'm mad,
If i seen yo mama i'd slap her ugly @ss bad! Cuz Tony Parker had his dad,
Yours was never around So I'd knock the he*l out yo mama cuz of the shyt i go thru now.
You will never b near me Lyrically, nor Mentally, but keep practicin den mayb or eventually.
Understand dat you blast heat! Well i blast heat too. So when yo blast heat, my blast heat, W*F the blast heat do?!? Say you know the struggle. Well dats koo! Cuz err thing u did you bought on you, and know how it feel to can't eat!
B*tch I juss ate you. Do you know how it feel to be eattin?!?
You ain't even got the proper foods.
Yo bars don't even gotta pretend proper school.
Now Ima show u dis proper move.
(My bars tender chickens like you, them bullets, my block, come around, and dat fraud gone b a you)
I juss pulled a you on a you.
So what up? What u tryna do?!?
Yo mama had liposuction when you was commin out her stomach, the Doc said let 9blow them shots dis phyc-ho is commin.
B*tch you sound like you smoke rocks.
We ain't gotta speak on whats undastood, cuz you know if dat was some king shyt I wouldn't have been able to come back n redo it.
N a greata way! Sumin like MJ wit dat fade away..

TF OUTTA HERE

When I pick up the mic, I'm dismissing liars,
In fact this entire forum is missing fire,
I admire your attempts, they're comedic in a way,
Michael McIntyre taking note of the **** you say.

Mentioning Roku in a battle as if you're a savage,
But when you needed him most, he vanished.
Calling yourself a King when you live in the USA,
You're a Dizaster, how you meant to go against my DNA?

I ain't got time to juxtapose me and the sun and the moon,
Instead i'll grab your wife cut her toes, feed it to your son in your room.
You attacking vets but not bringing the heat,
Don't be surprised by the pitbull at your feet.
Mentioning Krueger, I can hound him to an inch of his life,
Use a ruler to measure the blood to find out what an inch of his life,
Is made up of, components and all,
Then use his claws to make my opponent's fall.

Beast mode lyical, take my quizzical
Uh, score minimal
Godly lyical, too strong spiritual
Supernatural lyrical, metaphysical
Get out ya' fantasy world-Mystical
My world 3 dimensional-spherical
"Robbin'" the egotistical, the pen N pad "criminal"
Kickin' metaphorical, my style so historical
You cryin' so horrible, Lil' fetus, eat my lyrical cereal thro ya' umbilical
Standin' on the lyical pinnacle
You outta' shape, my Pinnacle too steep-failed the physical
Mr. President lyical, so powerful- political
Catch my lyrics on the "flip side"-reciprocal
Reduce ya' lyrics to basic form-canonical
Call me Dr. Fixable lyrical, patients @ my clinical on condition critical
Blow Lyrics out the water, Whale's spiracle
The lyric emperor, lyrical Empire- Imperial
Lyrical brain, thoughts a miracle
You? No skills analytical
You so lyrical cynical, I stay lyrical satirical
I expose you, so hypocritical
Ya' perception, no processin', sumblinal
I? I robot, process computer speed numerical
So fast, turn ya' cerebral vertical-Transferable
Totaled! Not repairable
My game so desirable, Damn that boy uncomparable- "forget spiritual, do him premarital"
He so sick with it, venerable incurable
So sick, world labeled him Ethiopian-Sterotypical
Girl, I'll pass, you too typical
I'm out, Only 15 minutes to Jot a lyrical riddle

nick nack patty wack all you othas aint wack bubbas about to put this sh*t back on track.
im hotta than a 2 dolla pistol with a clip in redneck spit this hole verse with a dip in.
lookin round corners when you walkin in the dark cuz i might pop up like herpies in a trailer park.
BOOM!!! got ya shakin in ya boots let me break it down dude give a dose of the truth better get before you get ya a** popped like an 8th grade zit.
BLAW!!! how you like me now got the bull pissed off guess im the mad cow.
now back to the lesson in hand only warning means one that means just one chance.
i aint playin no games im sick of the games your about to mess around and have an insurance claim.
you had your 2 minutes you know what i mean.
you couldnt spark a hot verse if your pen was made of gasoline.

They say you grow with every freestyle,
I've been growing too long, I'm turning senile,
never would've thought my scribbles and scrawls,
would actually make a difference to y'all,
Make my leg run, you've thrown into my court the ball,
Make like LeBron, I'll jump on to you when I fall.
Cos I'm living my life, you all wanna cut me like cameramen,
See me break so you can capture it on your camera then.

Imagine if instead of posting wack bars on a forum,
You all worked out in the gym until Autumn,
Went out socialised, got jobs, quit the weed,
You might actually get a chance to spread your seed.

But it's all over, I've given out to many chances,
I've never replied to most of your shitty advances,
Tryna leap frog in the game, You're a baby still,
Like that toy Leapfrog in it's name, your age range from 8-10,
I rage mainly when I've been working 8 til 10,
And I haven't even had a chance to pick up my pen.
And then I come home and I have to work again,
Then I wake up and realise it all starts again.

I might be cranky and angry, but I got a plan B,
It involves King and the rest of these kids and they family,
Taking a knife, cutting a single nerve that'll make em less manly,
Then extracting the inches, replacing it with a fanny.

I don't sleep, not cos it's the f*cking cousin of death,
It's cos I see my nightmares in real life, like Lady MacBeth.

Lady Macbeth? Sucked her breast til Ophelia fell out the windows ledge
Suicide? Yeah but a virgin she was not
So I blessed her chest with saliva spots

This legend of Max is a spreadin'
Of legs and other unrestrained rage induced messes
Dresses fell from the dressers, when I came to your girls house for answers
She ignored my advances so I was entranced by her
Came in later and
Came in her innards
Then for dessert I was rewarded with her soft purr
When I slowly munched on all of her fur on all fours

Yo Taylor, your probably white like a goat,say some words and I'll slit your troat, I spit a flow way better then yo, try harder a little mo, bet ya been called a *** so many times cause your rhymes are crap,you can't rap,so take a nap, never wake up from,storm hitting words like light Com 'on your white.

Soundcloud.com/phil-taylor-18

Heyy Cameron,
Nice to meet ya,
I've never heard your name before
Did you just come from mother nature?
I dont blame ya thats a good place to be
Unless your the one who came into the tree.

Homie I be slayin'
Lookin at you fool cause your prayin for
Mercy, Cause im spitting fire
Cause u have no desire,
to keep goin,
I just keep this music flowin
through me like electricity

And now your a lil ***** that cant handle me,
I guess I'm still a plain Jane,
Boy you think this is a game,
I guess thats a shame!

BlazEffect? More like gays in effect,
I'm bringing the heat, when you
start up that beat, I'm spittin'
fire, and you can't deny, huh?

You asked him if he came
from mother nature, man,
we just about to replace ya..
..for that line, cause homie
that **** was a crime.

I'mma, make you drop dimes,
hit rewind, do it again, cause
damn my friend, I'm at it again,
makin' money, cause it ain't funny,
*****, you lookin' hungry!
Why? Oh right, I stole your money..
*****.

Yall lil n*ggaz got a little bit of flow

Same old lyrics, I'm my own biggest critic, I'll bang my head off a Stella till it bleeds just to prove that I'm horrific, I don't even read what you all are saying cos I'm done with ****ing playing I'm going to end this thread choke myself with lil Wayne's dreads **** man I'm still not dead, looking forward to meeting Satan because I'm tired from all your hating, going to ask him what he needs tell him he's too soft and pass him this weed. I'm writing this now just from the top no thinking just what my minds got if I go out make it big hang me from Edinburgh castle and dress me in a wig

I have been watching this forum for a while
Waiting for my time to strike
Rhymes bout to cut through your skin like a knife
Lots of talent here but there's lots of *****s too
Some spit weak raps man I can barely hear you
But it's time for the Rap God to be reborn
So back in black go back to jackin off to gay porn
Others act like a small thorn
In my side
Some sitting at there computers who are double wide
Some of you are a disgrace to the human race
Bet yo momma won't even look at your face
I ain't no gangster bustin a gat
But I will blow your face off leaving your homies runnin like p*ssy cats

No point in telling me yo name coz or bars too lame I'll rip off yo fame n strip of ur game coz I'm e king of rym

Lil Waynes dreads are in my closet,
his albums are not boughten,
in fact in Walmart
I stop the customers from browsin around the music counter tops
Unless topless

I stalk his cut outs and his albums
I surround them with negative growls
And
On the rack I picked out an album
I attached my gas mask,
and still threw up a whole round
Ya know, vomited?
Even though I hadn't yet heard a sound come out of Waynes mouth
But wait
I read the albums name, sounded it out
and it sounded gay.
Three times the carter is praised through plastic interface
permanently placing his smokers vocals onto audio tape
I turned to the back of the album and read the names out loud
gag, I flung it at a shelf
Then the shelf fell down

Walkin around the board games
A Mexican steps in my direction,
Right next to the UNO section
He chooses then to tell me he ain't a legal resident
I'm like you'll lose at UNO with a green card, don't worry about it
Lil Wayne once said to **** all day if you have the toilets
The weezy fan throws a "W" pops a scrip'
And fumbles over his own mind as his eyes dilate a lil bit
His stomach is throbbin' with toxins
In his belly he carries 6 Benedryl and 2 OxyContin
An everyday urge urged him when he woke up in the mornin'
To swallow the antihistamine vitamins

I have a question..How many em cee's have their own letterer? One? Two? More or lesser?
Chuggin a cabinet full of purple slurp before work, yes sir
and still remembers his last lyricist lyrics? has a picture of him in his sock dresser
Lace vans and Ollie over a curve
Heart attack and stroke both occurred
Gps from air valence notifies the hospital surgeons and assistants
lil Waynes gonna need some extra medical attention
Grab the scalpels and let's dissect him
as a lesson to lessen the messes of downer deaths

Wayne gets strapped into the ambulance nearest the pharmacist
So he's within wheelchair distance
to roll down the pavement when he escapes
the nurses attempts at restrainment

his cough syrup is charged with domestic violence
Waynes tears fall intense as his pints lid is closed and doesn't open even for a lil swig
In front of Wayne the purple drank was locked away, in a cabinet

my soul relaxes after laughin at tragic accidents
Hallucinogens goad images to form scenes of bodies missin lots of appendages
a series of tasks my mind notes as important
has been chosen as my next focus to notice
Like how to force more than one victim
into one location within an underground system
then lock them in for permanent residence without rentin'
without an entrance or exit it's gonna be a tough mission

My subconscious becomes entrapped in a trance
Images form into a syntax of a diabolical plan

like playin' Waynes playlist to him over and over again
Talk about a murder binge cuz after
I finish introducin myself as his friend
Ill trick him into sleepin' in with an electric fence wrapped around his chest like an electric blanket
Secure defense
I finish him with a cement brick
The blanket didn't have enough voltage to roast crisp
so I wrapped 10 feet of carpet around his carcass
I drug his body to the Benz Ill purchase for this event
Itll be worth it every cent

Then I'll murder his acquaintances while his family vanishes
One at a time startin with his kid
I'm kinda broke and retarded
No tellin what problem I have that started this
But Wayne can afford to give a loan
Borrow? No, I'm coming to own
And ain't no one gonna miss bird mans clone
If the purp slurp drank won't

If Wayne ain getting laid through the stereo, blame music and thank who ever chooses
If there ain't no radio blarin' Waynes music
That's a blessin and don't you confuse it

I'm quite sick
If I had a psychiatrist to witness
what my mind insists on committen
you'd have an addicted psychopath
an asylum wouldn't have committed
So the prosecution insisted on conviction starten 50 to life in prison
Wayne was a great man
And didn't deserve what Max did to him
Copyrightin infringement Max contested and used as his defense,
Wayne deserved to RIP
max quipped in a news clip

Straight jackets straps were loosened
several months in
It's apparent I had started recoverin'
A fuse in my head needs some fusion
Only reason I continue choosing to live with this brain contusion
Is cuz I'm to glorious except to live through it

More than two years this thread been going strong
50 plus pages of these fools been flowing on and on
Imma a fool to join the forum just to flip my coins
right into this pool of freestyle but I got to spread my loins

Posters been doing this for years and still bumping gums
While others pulling lyrics off friends like gangstas swapping guns
But pop one in them target friends, violence is retarded
my homies mamma said he a good boy, the other guy got it started

forget them fakers anyway i'm almost out of minutes
i'd put some more paper but payphones no longer are exist-is
But i'm all paid up on a bad **** data plan
sending selfies of me typing this, sitting on the can
I got a smartphone, guy sold me an Apple... new
and everytime I called siri a ****, it'd end up calling you

this style of free doesnt feel quite done
but i want to rap it up being it was fun
go on out, while we keep repeating the pun
by the time we done, don shades to hide from the sun

uhm allright. keep it simple
yo

Man I'm damn close to edge of the hill/One more step and I'm alleged to kill/Each and every rapper/I preach in every chapter to do what is unspoken of/Say goodbye to the hood even if its broken love/Poverty stricken, my written's bitten, producers intersect/Even if I make every rapper fall, I know winter's next/There's no point in dissing my way into this forum's top/More than not/I'm lying about the disses, I'll leave you all sore in spots/Like swords that fought a horde of Scots can't afford to drop/My guard is always on like no backwards/So you wont catch me from the back you backstage actors/Back page trackers contracting black date hazards/Its why you're familar with the STD/_SBU seems okish but you'l never see S beat me/As for you other MC's/You've got nothing, but maybe someone will send me an entry that's trendy/Something less than twenty

Originally Posted by cadamarie

Dis n*gga Philpay,
Juss know it's bout to b a field day
Cuz ima murda dis s*it til dis n*gga Phil pay..
Lyrically better den me! Ha
Birds gone suck d*ck dat day!
B*tch I'll take yo sh*t and flip it in a great way.
Dis s*it non stop.
Only time you kill s*it
When you talkin to the opps.
B*tches like u n my City
Known to get popped.
N*gga stop playin I'm
Dead serious.
Only way you got the truth
When u ran wit it.
My hustle n flow b*tch know
My clips oral so when i spit,
Dem bullets flow,
My hustle hand ain't slow
I sell a Christmas tree to The Grinch.
I think money err time my brain storm.
Only time you got money
Is when them otha n*ggaz got told on.
Dis bout to b ah good day
Cuz i'm bout to eat you up,
Call you fruit cake.
You ain't gotta lie we all know yo beats fake.
We ain't gotta speak on who won and who lost.
When i spazzed on u err body saw.


Y'all know my slogan
Get dat weak **** TF OUTTA HERE

Hahahahaha okay that was fun. I got nothing haha. Honestly just rap for fun