Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Originally Posted by sammyboo

Wanna say I sleep around, but you don't know $hit.
You act so big and bad but you can't even spit.
Why don't you go run to your mom and throw a fit,
Cause no one here cares about it.
You act like you're so original but I've heard it all before.
B*tch, $lut, Wh0re.
Fatso, ugly, there's really nothing more,
That you can say cause you can't bring me down.
Just ask that guy who skipped town.
I don't let $hit phase me that's the honest truth,
Because as long as I am be I don't got $hit to lose.
But look at you, look at what you do.
Can you honestly say that you are proud and that you're never blue?
How can you live with yourself it's leaving me confused,
Apparently I can't get my point through.
Oh and just because you say "sammyboo"
Doesn't make you clever,
Anyone can say my name it just means I'm better,
They take the time out of their lives to think about me,
I don't give a second thought cause that's how I was taught,
They don't mean anything.
You aren't even worth my time,
Look at you with your lame ***** rhymes.
Thinking that you rap just fine,
But really you're falling behind.

okay tryna gets your spits out
tryna put out the curse
tryna match to alliance
come on do your worst
maybe he right maybe he wrong
but every time i hear you spit
i look an ya gone
sounds like you havin fun
but your spits are a little over done
and you puts your own lyrics on the run
might as well guess your mouth running track
tryna spit but you cant even rap
call yourself sammyboo
but all you is is a fool
and thats how i do
dakinng and now who the hell are you?

just sayin its my first time spitin in front of anyone so I might(will) sound poop so here goes nothing!

yo ur job is milkin cows udders , my flo is as smooth as creamy butter anyway this bar I be spitin its a emergency filla but its only gonna be ur killa!

that's it! ... message/comment what you think
- KING_B

Originally Posted by KING_B

just sayin its my first time spitin in front of anyone so I might(will) sound poop so here goes nothing!

yo ur job is milkin cows udders , my flo is as smooth as creamy butter anyway this bar I be spitin its a emergency filla but its only gonna be ur killa!

that's it! ... message/comment what you think
- KING_B

tbh for a rookie it be fine
but if you tryna be a spitter
stop tryna earn da dime
imma hit you with the comma
but you been bagged up; gone shoppin
but call you little froggy; gone hoppin
hit you like them instagram girls; gone croppin
but my rhymes are no fake; no photoshoppin
but you tryna burn; i guess ill smoke
but you got no rhymes; sound like ya broke
tryna spit on the mic; dont choke
see asking us to be nice; false hope
tryna run away
not tryna tie rope
but imma give you some religion
call me the pope
but be like G.O.M.D.
cause my flows come in hotter than j.cole
but sorry someone else on the line
imma put you on hold
but this stuff of teaching rookies is getting old
rookies continue showing
tryna be bold
but flows be ice
dont get too cold
this stuff comes out of the fire
and you tryna soar higher
but dakinng is quite the fighter
tryna keep up
you got no Ksi
so mentidosa
but my rhymes hit you like a overdose ya
chop you call me machete
but while you tryna fall dude you crazy
ATL for sure
but these rhymes arent pure
and for your sickness
i got no cure
-dakinng

Originally Posted by _SBU

"Diss the whole forum"? consider this as overkill.
You bored a whole forum, yeah, you know the drill.
Quarantined the colony: you're nowhere close to Ill.
Stab him in the heart to show he lets emotions spill.
Chop him into "noodle soup" if he ain't soba still.
Overkill.. however an opponent's built..
More brawn than George Foreman? leave him with a broken grill.
Overkill.. I've got poise an' strike like a cobra kills.
I hope your battle bars aren't representative of your social skills.
Think they'll see us battling and say we're both as skilled?
Hey I ain't gonna show you up, your own persona will.
So hope exposure's nil.
He anti-Cervantes.. what's that s'posed to fill..?
I mean he's fighting giants and he won't approach a mill'.
You don't even battlerap, you speak in code for thrills.
Keep the doja trill. you smokescreen deep as stoner films.
Things ain't always the way they appear brother.
Dragging a massive "bag of doe" like a deer hunter.

Forget superstition yeah I'm repping logic, and your text is honest..
Coz your "style's that crack in the street" and I'm stepping on it.
You couldn't step to Shaymex at your mental apex.
I'll lay it all on the table like I'm Mendeleev.
Alliance, please bro.. you'd lose to D Low..
I'd mess up D n' A like I rewrote the genome.
I'll show what I'm made of like Watson and Crick.
Thought I taught you not to resist..
We'll never see these commoners win..
Peasants' revolt: Alliance lost to Da Kinng.

You got killed by a guy I killed already: "this is Walking Dead".
Except I beat him so damn bad he had to crawl instead. "owww".

When you tried to fight the dude..
Just gave the guy a nice review.
Kid, you think my league of legends bites ya crew.?
Yes? then I guess this is the Death Of The Alliance too.
(ooh).

Yo, you said he'd "get whacked and get stabbed" too.. is that true?
You'll just get trashed and get lampooned.
I ain't have to bring an axe through to hack you like Sabu.
And if they catch you you'd rat too, sell out your damn crew.

Stab Ill Will? You couldn't slice a salad straight.
You couldn't ice a carrot cake.
I ain't write lines, mine are cavalcades.
Yall fallin' off. set your saddles straight.
Calibrate the rap displays.
And I ain't one to "exaggerate"..
Got a gun so big that my back'll break.
Bet he's been in a sequence of cells like an anime.
Best check who you advocate.
You never had the facts explained.
Catch a case like Kafka's K.
Match the name to Klamm's acclaim.
I met more foes; fly like Samsa's state.
What.

Alliance: why you shoulda saved the crap and made a pact.
Lines I made are packed like I'm making up for the content your statements lacked.
Make the raps convey the facts and trade the rage for major tact.
Kinda like a mage attacked how bad Majicman coulda flamed your act.

You dropped a lot of lines on Realone..
Not a single real one.
Uh..
Real won.

You even got a bad review from Sammyboo.
Sammy who? she's crappy too.
I'm too advanced; Kublai Khan, soon to march from Xanadu,
Brought cannons through.. dragons too.. and now I get to battle you?
Phew.

These other rappers seem to be catching feelings,
Came back to see a demon wasting fire on lesser beings.
Why a titan writin lyrics against cats that are clearly bitin?
Or otherwise haven't even got any talent they hiding?

Seems like a waste, fast paced bars laced with ammo that explodes in their face,
Enough heat to scorch these tumours, leaving no trace.
Fu** these alliances, i don't need the finances,
Already got the finer things,
Nice house, designer rings,
More pu*sy on tap than the Kaiser Chiefs.

This for a battler that wants a challenge,
I'll teach you rap as a second language, this your lesson in Spanish.
Talk about gats, see this heater?
You a b*tch, señorita
Thought you could face off against off me, no bueno,
This a race between a Lamborghini and a 2002 renault


*short one today, busy*

Originally Posted by dakinng

okay tryna gets your spits out
tryna put out the curse
tryna match to alliance
come on do your worst
maybe he right maybe he wrong
but every time i hear you spit
i look an ya gone
sounds like you havin fun
but your spits are a little over done
and you puts your own lyrics on the run
might as well guess your mouth running track
tryna spit but you cant even rap
call yourself sammyboo
but all you is is a fool
and thats how i do
dakinng and now who the hell are you?

So here's the thing. I've been trying to avoid posting my response,
I knew what I was gonna say but I figured your comebacks would be weak,
You're truly no competition,
Listen to the rhymes you're spittin,
Not to mention your grammar is missin,
You sound like a kid that's trippin,
You say my spits are overdone?
You're just gettin mad cause you know I've won.
I may be a fool, but you're the peasant.
You say you're "dakinng"
But you're nowhere near as pleasant.
I feel sorry for who you summon to your presence.
Your mind isn't effervescent.
Nor is your world iridescent.
It's black and white, boring and lame.
What is it you're trying to do in this game?
You ask who I am,
I'll speak the truth.
I'm no one special but I'm not like you.
I don't need to lie just to get recognition,
I don't need to be high in people's minds while I'm dissin 'em.
I have respect for those who respect me.
I don't gotta sit here and treat them lowly.
You call yourself king,
But king of what?
Because all in all you have no wits,
If you're king of anything it should be quits.

who do you think you are sendin for a real emcee,
bruh you're thinkin ur G,
f**k that i'll put yo on the floor,
actually ... i'll bring this to ya door,
cause i'll drop you and yo father,
walst your mums moanin harder harder,
so if you want yo can go cryin to your daddy like a baby,
bro your sh*t but if you send back imma break yo neck and slice yo up with these barz,
people hear me spittin and none of this is fake other than what you say ,
bruh you spend all day writin crap lyrics all day,

heres your turn,
actually don't bother I don't wonna hear it !

Originally Posted by sammyboo

So here's the thing. I've been trying to avoid posting my response,
I knew what I was gonna say but I figured your comebacks would be weak,
You're truly no competition,
Listen to the rhymes you're spittin,
Not to mention your grammar is missin,
You sound like a kid that's trippin,
You say my spits are overdone?
You're just gettin mad cause you know I've won.
I may be a fool, but you're the peasant.
You say you're "dakinng"
But you're nowhere near as pleasant.
I feel sorry for who you summon to your presence.
Your mind isn't effervescent.
Nor is your world iridescent.
It's black and white, boring and lame.
What is it you're trying to do in this game?
You ask who I am,
I'll speak the truth.
I'm no one special but I'm not like you.
I don't need to lie just to get recognition,
I don't need to be high in people's minds while I'm dissin 'em.
I have respect for those who respect me.
I don't gotta sit here and treat them lowly.
You call yourself king,
But king of what?
Because all in all you have no wits,
If you're king of anything it should be quits.

see u say i should be a king of quits
but dude you got nothing pits and nits
crazy dude tryna spit bars through and through
but best not try to doubt dakinng
because my lyrics will blow your mind
but best star going i might not have time
see im the last king
and like tom brady i got my 5 rings
steppin up when you really need to be fallin down
tryna spit but you soundin like a clown
but tryna talk and yet i hear no sound
it is so profound
like a pitcher but cant get to the mound
and lookin at you imma put tears to snow
tryna hit the hype
but not so ready to go
all you do is spread blow
and yet even the ice from this flow is not so cold
should i pull the plug
or should i make you have a cold
give you the bug
see you tyrna to breathe
but i could cut you off in my sleep
my talent lyrics goes too deep
and like the shepherd
i lead the sheep
but like the falcons
the win you cant keep
see i dont even trust me
so why the hell am i gonna trust you
and nothing in this world is as it seems
it aint no black and white
there is no wrong
and sure as hell no right
and unlike you i dont need flourescents
to see the light
but they call me the white knight
but your white range
cant even come to fight
hit you with the boomerang
dont even look at the rewind
but imma school you
call this the halftime show
but like i said before you all blow
let me know when you ready for a true go
never know
pull back and let it flow
cuz the dakinng
is here and you know

Originally Posted by KING_B

who do you think you are sendin for a real emcee,
bruh you're thinkin ur G,
f**k that i'll put yo on the floor,
actually ... i'll bring this to ya door,
cause i'll drop you and yo father,
walst your mums moanin harder harder,
so if you want yo can go cryin to your daddy like a baby,
bro your sh*t but if you send back imma break yo neck and slice yo up with these barz,
people hear me spittin and none of this is fake other than what you say ,
bruh you spend all day writin crap lyrics all day,

heres your turn,
actually don't bother I don't wonna hear it !

il hit you with the four line
but as matter of fact
all it is doing is wasting my time
but then again your raps are whack
making me so mad
callin you class act
but here i am dakinng
kill you better than a blood pact

Haven't been here for awhile but I must make something clear
All you "rappers" please pack, take those **** bars to the hills.
Tired of the butthurt kids that are retarded, crying over nothin
Bring that *** here boys I want to show yall somethin.
No pedo ****, you think that ok.
But i'm confidant about my sexuality, which is non-gay
I'm straight, yeah straight tired of the bullshit that half of yall say.
Yeah that's cray. White chick status my bars be cliche
But let's be honest, what i'm spittin is not even close to flame
I take it as a game
**** around, type some words and call that **** a day.
You mad bro? Lawl, that's ok
Why you ask? Because i'm cliche'.

Originally Posted by dakinng

il hit you with the four line
but as matter of fact
all it is doing is wasting my time
but then again your raps are whack
making me so mad
callin you class act
but here i am dakinng
kill you better than a blood pact

I'm the most underrated,

You're the most constipated

As a matter of a fact, you're the most hated

person to ever waited to rated my statement

It's too hard for you to comprehend, you need to dictate it,

but it's making you so frustrated that you need to translate it

but translating it is making it more complicated that you and your husband conjugated to obliterate it.

(Incoming Bars!!!!!!!!)

Then soon you realize that my rhymes are too powerful to be destroyed

and it makes you so annoyed that you employed a paranoid boy named Lloyd who is addicted to steroids

but he is too scared to ruin it, or misconstrue it, like he is too scared to do it with Ms. Hewitt

So you try to hire another squire named Jonathan Berkshire who is retired and wears classic attire to be mesmerized and inspired by your garbage rhymes to make

his heart as flat as a tire but your plan backfired and inspired him to hot wire a car and run you over with it and it got you shooken up like looking at Nicki Minaj's

real butt without implants to cover it up and it was so disgusting it got Meek to break-up with that hooker but then she became a cooker and cook like a butcher and

Meek began to book'er with Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg to make an eggnog when it's past Christmas but Martha's a Christmas hog and Snoop is addicted to

smoking frog so she moved to the synagogue which almost got torn down in the Pentecost to get a replacement exhaust but ironically she saw Jack Frost in the

holocaust and he bossed her around so much that she tossed him and crossed him over like Steph Curry in a hurry to score the game and win a free McFlurry from McDonalds and he is worried that he wouldn't get it in time so he hurried to

McDonalds and the workers showed mercy and said "No worry, we'll get your Flurry in a hurry, Stephen Curry!"

and he got that Flurry and drunk it like it was his last drink, and "It was so good" he think;

like my rhymes in this rap, I made you fall into my trap because your rhymes are straight bullcrap and I hope that you will never come back to try and

"attack" or else your "attack" will bounce back and make you
suffer a heart attack and you die, get your head stuck on a plague of the Wall of Shame.

You would be remembered as the guy who wanted fame, but was too lame to acclaim it and that is how you got your body outlined as chalk in the pavement.

Alright this is my first time posting something here so go easy on me...watch in astonishment as i amazingly assault any array of you tryna get in my way i shoot you to death like i had a machine gun spit so quick you wont know what hit ya.
Now i dont like to ramble and waste breath on people that aint worth my time all i see in here is people talking about where they're from thats irrelevant cause people only do that on television drama tv series everybody already knows bobby gonna rip it up quick and switch it to a family freindly classic everyone knows...yah thats all i got im bad

Originally Posted by smalldig

I'm the most underrated,

You're the most constipated

As a matter of a fact, you're the most hated

person to ever waited to rated my statement

It's too hard for you to comprehend, you need to dictate it,

but it's making you so frustrated that you need to translate it

but translating it is making it more complicated that you and your husband conjugated to obliterate it.

(Incoming Bars!!!!!!!!)

Then soon you realize that my rhymes are too powerful to be destroyed

and it makes you so annoyed that you employed a paranoid boy named Lloyd who is addicted to steroids

but he is too scared to ruin it, or misconstrue it, like he is too scared to do it with Ms. Hewitt

So you try to hire another squire named Jonathan Berkshire who is retired and wears classic attire to be mesmerized and inspired by your garbage rhymes to make

his heart as flat as a tire but your plan backfired and inspired him to hot wire a car and run you over with it and it got you shooken up like looking at Nicki Minaj's

real butt without implants to cover it up and it was so disgusting it got Meek to break-up with that hooker but then she became a cooker and cook like a butcher and

Meek began to book'er with Martha Stewart and Snoop Dogg to make an eggnog when it's past Christmas but Martha's a Christmas hog and Snoop is addicted to

smoking frog so she moved to the synagogue which almost got torn down in the Pentecost to get a replacement exhaust but ironically she saw Jack Frost in the

holocaust and he bossed her around so much that she tossed him and crossed him over like Steph Curry in a hurry to score the game and win a free McFlurry from McDonalds and he is worried that he wouldn't get it in time so he hurried to

McDonalds and the workers showed mercy and said "No worry, we'll get your Flurry in a hurry, Stephen Curry!"

and he got that Flurry and drunk it like it was his last drink, and "It was so good" he think;

like my rhymes in this rap, I made you fall into my trap because your rhymes are straight bullcrap and I hope that you will never come back to try and

"attack" or else your "attack" will bounce back and make you
suffer a heart attack and you die, get your head stuck on a plague of the Wall of Shame.

You would be remembered as the guy who wanted fame, but was too lame to acclaim it and that is how you got your body outlined as chalk in the pavement.

tryna type too much
but i see is nothin but buch
tryna put in a tarantino movie
but these lines like pillz
they real
and they gonna kill a million brain cells
call you lil mia cause you be fallin down wells
your brain cant compute
imma call you swells
now here is the deal
tryna time it so good
like coppin a feel
but everything is fishing
so dang reel
first 48
first meal
last supper
cant ever be another
would you rather
or would you not
rhymes comin at you
call me rap bot
not like you even had a shot
drunk off your first sip
but you only gettin hit with the dip
tryna keep up and not even at the fall
with your back against the wall
who you gonna call
up here in the corner
hittin threes
because im mj wearin my 23's
at the top is where i bees
but this stuff so stung up
imma send you flyin
but your lyricshit hard enough
put you to work sendin you cryin
but this aint no commercial
so what the hell you think you buyin
but these lyrics are your wolfsbane
so why the hell you lying
all your lyrics do right now is dying
-dakinng

Originally Posted by dakinng

tryna type too much
but i see is nothin but buch
tryna put in a tarantino movie
but these lines like pillz
they real
and they gonna kill a million brain cells
call you lil mia cause you be fallin down wells
your brain cant compute
imma call you swells
now here is the deal
tryna time it so good
like coppin a feel
but everything is fishing
so dang reel
first 48
first meal
last supper
cant ever be another
would you rather
or would you not
rhymes comin at you
call me rap bot
not like you even had a shot
drunk off your first sip
but you only gettin hit with the dip
tryna keep up and not even at the fall
with your back against the wall
who you gonna call
up here in the corner
hittin threes
because im mj wearin my 23's
at the top is where i bees
but this stuff so stung up
imma send you flyin
but your lyricshit hard enough
put you to work sendin you cryin
but this aint no commercial
so what the hell you think you buyin
but these lyrics are your wolfsbane
so why the hell you lying
all your lyrics do right now is dying
-dakinng

The only thing I'm lying is down in my bed wondering why you're wasting my time

with your grimy *** rhymes, trying to be like Rick Grimes asking the homeless for a dime

but they decline because you're not even worth their time; that proves that

you'll never shine but instead play some Minecraft when it's passed your
bedtime reenacting as a drunk Herobrine abusing his drug-addicted wife, and she whine about her life which is filled with anger, verbal abuse, and strife, and
she stabs herself with a knife not knowing that she'll never make it to the
afterlife

and should teach you to do the exact same thing, to get sting by a lethal injection from an alcoholic Chinese in Beijing, that's where you "bees",
up in 2023, buried 6 feet deep and the death was caused by illegal injection in the c-section, but your family wont show any affection but instead have an erection of the bjch *** rhymes that you put out without a doubt, the sp*rm

from the s*men will sprout and will go form an egg the size of your ego, and will form in the way you were, a burrito with a pen and a pad, but then'll be all
sad because its bad at rap and all it does is crap all over the pad you used to
use before you were dead and used to beg for bread and water to get well-fed and suffer from the infrared you felt in your newspaper bed that you slept on.

I rap like a black Eminem, you rap like a white feminine that beats his **** when he sees someone with dickies in the committee from city to city that tries to be pretty like a motherfrickin' kitty but is really gritty and acts like a hippie like an adult Mickey Mouse wearing a rainbow lookin' blouse which is why he has no spouse to be doing it with like you,

The only apples you'll smack is Granny Smiths, b**ch.
Try to kill me, but can't 'cause the people feel me
Like Beyonce & Nicki, I'm feeling my self
with the truth that I speak through this rap battle
I be on the news all day like I'm Tom Tucker
My raps will inspire those from Philadelphia to Seattle, motherf*****!!

I know I made a lot of mistakes, but I'm still here breaking legs and taking names. You know what's funny is that people r too good but you've been stood up. You'be been looked up. Now Ima destroy you, just by sayin you lose. Now I'm killin and destroyin, you can't ignore em, but what you can do is bore em. So I'm here and standing with 1 thing that I have and it's compassion. You need to survive here's a ration. So go and bash em. Here's a whip so go and lash em. Hulks here he's gonna smash em. So I've stood up and walked away from something that I love too much to say. But let's just say I am here to play .

Originally Posted by smalldig

The only thing I'm lying is down in my bed wondering why you're wasting my time

with your grimy *** rhymes, trying to be like Rick Grimes asking the homeless for a dime

but they decline because you're not even worth their time; that proves that

you'll never shine but instead play some Minecraft when it's passed your
bedtime reenacting as a drunk Herobrine abusing his drug-addicted wife, and she whine about her life which is filled with anger, verbal abuse, and strife, and
she stabs herself with a knife not knowing that she'll never make it to the
afterlife

and should teach you to do the exact same thing, to get sting by a lethal injection from an alcoholic Chinese in Beijing, that's where you "bees",
up in 2023, buried 6 feet deep and the death was caused by illegal injection in the c-section, but your family wont show any affection but instead have an erection of the bjch *** rhymes that you put out without a doubt, the sp*rm

from the s*men will sprout and will go form an egg the size of your ego, and will form in the way you were, a burrito with a pen and a pad, but then'll be all
sad because its bad at rap and all it does is crap all over the pad you used to
use before you were dead and used to beg for bread and water to get well-fed and suffer from the infrared you felt in your newspaper bed that you slept on.

I rap like a black Eminem, you rap like a white feminine that beats his **** when he sees someone with dickies in the committee from city to city that tries to be pretty like a motherfrickin' kitty but is really gritty and acts like a hippie like an adult Mickey Mouse wearing a rainbow lookin' blouse which is why he has no spouse to be doing it with like you,

The only apples you'll smack is Granny Smiths, b**ch.
Try to kill me, but can't 'cause the people feel me
Like Beyonce & Nicki, I'm feeling my self
with the truth that I speak through this rap battle
I be on the news all day like I'm Tom Tucker
My raps will inspire those from Philadelphia to Seattle, motherf*****!!

really tryna cuss it out
but you really dont know what rappin all about
it about rhythm and flow
and you about to feel my glow
and i know its hard
but to face me you sellin your soul
and like magic
all my tracks are gold
you really got gonads
i can consider you bold
and like your time
you must do as your told
but im really getting tired of you
you are areally getting old

F**K you and yo whole crew
Yo a** should get slapped
And yo mama too
Acting like a fool
Go back to school
Because your rhymes are whack
Sounds like your on crack
Your rhymes are crap
Go take a nap
Yo own girl even would let you tap

Originally Posted by dakinng

really tryna cuss it out
but you really dont know what rappin all about
it about rhythm and flow
and you about to feel my glow
and i know its hard
but to face me you sellin your soul
and like magic
all my tracks are gold
you really got gonads
i can consider you bold
and like your time
you must do as your told
but im really getting tired of you
you are areally getting old

I got the final fight that'll get your fizzy fuzzled like a mizzle muzzle playing with a jigsaw puzzle.
The way you rap makes it seem like you're puzzled like a shuffle board with a shovel chord,
I'ma scuffle your lord like I'm a scuffle lord with a puzzle board while driving a mixed-up Ford Accord!

I'ma send you in a windmill with a refill of a handbill dressing you like a dishabille
from Brazil with a pinch of a syringe from a door hinge to make you cringe like a yellow orange
with is better than the golden apple from the city near Corinth
like your name was Lawrence who lives in Florence!

Chill like a pill with a George Foreman grill cooking some krill with a dollar bill which takes incredible skill.
I got the bars that'll make Hershey want to go to Mars with a s***ton of guitars while gazing at the stars sitting on a motherf****** space car.

My rapping style is that of Proof, and I rock suits with vests; bulletproof to keep away pests.
What the f*** do you call that? Rapping skill, or a burger from Heart Attack Grill?
Your rhymes will drift away like the Continental, If you a real 'dawg', then you belong in the kennel.

My raps are monumental, yours is accidental; like your birth, it's obvious your mom wanted a miscarriage
That is exactly why she ended her marriage, 'cause she was embarrassed to have a kid like you
Who is 13 years old and still watches Blues Clues with that blue dog, wondering why he still don't got the flu
his character is misconstrued, like your personality, screwed..
when I step on the mic, and rip it through your arm like Canibus I'ma leave you like the city of Peloponnesus
better call the ambulance 'cause in 3 hours, you will no longer be ambulant once I attack you with these rhymes that'll come in no time.

My mission for demolition will be in addition to my ambition to ice this musician like Liston so you better listen or you'll be stuck in the same position like it's your tradition, but in definition to this competition, you need to have lyrical composition even before the intermission to not be missing the exhibition of this field emission.

In other words, you are not cut out for this, you might think it's a game, but it will bring you to shame if you continue trying. I suggest you go finish playing Ken & Barbie with your sister before you end up getting your feelings hurt and would decide to kill yourself.

Originally Posted by smalldig

I got the final fight that'll get your fizzy fuzzled like a mizzle muzzle playing with a jigsaw puzzle.
The way you rap makes it seem like you're puzzled like a shuffle board with a shovel chord,
I'ma scuffle your lord like I'm a scuffle lord with a puzzle board while driving a mixed-up Ford Accord!

I'ma send you in a windmill with a refill of a handbill dressing you like a dishabille
from Brazil with a pinch of a syringe from a door hinge to make you cringe like a yellow orange
with is better than the golden apple from the city near Corinth
like your name was Lawrence who lives in Florence!

Chill like a pill with a George Foreman grill cooking some krill with a dollar bill which takes incredible skill.
I got the bars that'll make Hershey want to go to Mars with a s***ton of guitars while gazing at the stars sitting on a motherf****** space car.

My rapping style is that of Proof, and I rock suits with vests; bulletproof to keep away pests.
What the f*** do you call that? Rapping skill, or a burger from Heart Attack Grill?
Your rhymes will drift away like the Continental, If you a real 'dawg', then you belong in the kennel.

My raps are monumental, yours is accidental; like your birth, it's obvious your mom wanted a miscarriage
That is exactly why she ended her marriage, 'cause she was embarrassed to have a kid like you
Who is 13 years old and still watches Blues Clues with that blue dog, wondering why he still don't got the flu
his character is misconstrued, like your personality, screwed..
when I step on the mic, and rip it through your arm like Canibus I'ma leave you like the city of Peloponnesus
better call the ambulance 'cause in 3 hours, you will no longer be ambulant once I attack you with these rhymes that'll come in no time.

My mission for demolition will be in addition to my ambition to ice this musician like Liston so you better listen or you'll be stuck in the same position like it's your tradition, but in definition to this competition, you need to have lyrical composition even before the intermission to not be missing the exhibition of this field emission.

In other words, you are not cut out for this, you might think it's a game, but it will bring you to shame if you continue trying. I suggest you go finish playing Ken & Barbie with your sister before you end up getting your feelings hurt and would decide to kill yourself.

DAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNN
spit out the fire
like it all comin from ya hand
but this a drum beat
tryna make you a band
but cant even square up
call you the grand
but you got the final
how you got that if you in your final stand
you come at me
your lyrics are too bland
looks like you lost your accuracy
did someone hit you with sand
but looking at dakinng
and i got my own brand
crazy tryna rap
might as well take a cap
for every lyric you got
i got tip for tap
everything you tryna hate for
but with you on the other end i keep getting bored
this is a hard boil
just like when your huevos hit soil
but like a tinker
you continue to toil
but you aint slick
you only just the sili kroil
you tryna rap at me
you dont know thr33
im so slick
i can swim in the water and not even get wet
if you dont try n believe might as well bet
lookin like a flea
migh call the vet
cuz playa you aint f***in S**T to me

Originally Posted by dakinng

DAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNN
spit out the fire
like it all comin from ya hand
but this a drum beat
tryna make you a band
but cant even square up
call you the grand
but you got the final
how you got that if you in your final stand
you come at me
your lyrics are too bland
looks like you lost your accuracy
did someone hit you with sand
but looking at dakinng
and i got my own brand
crazy tryna rap
might as well take a cap
for every lyric you got
i got tip for tap
everything you tryna hate for
but with you on the other end i keep getting bored
this is a hard boil
just like when your huevos hit soil
but like a tinker
you continue to toil
but you aint slick
you only just the sili kroil
you tryna rap at me
you dont know thr33
im so slick
i can swim in the water and not even get wet
if you dont try n believe might as well bet
lookin like a flea
migh call the vet
cuz playa you aint f***in S**T to me

What the f*** does Dakinng do to me?
I'll beat that ho down, and make his death a mystery
It's hard for you to realize that my rhymes are as clean as Listerine
And it's probably only a misdemeanor to chop you and split your spleen

Like the flu, my rhymes will spread around the nation
Your rhymes will leave you like El Chapo, forever incarceration.

If I haven't already, I'll leave you as mad as Trump is to social media
I got mo' money in my pockets than the pages in the encyclopedia

This battle is like Jay-z vs. Nas, and like Nas, I will come out the victor
I don't need a predictor, or else I will contradict her and give her a blister and show her the picture while I snicker eating a king-sized Snicker saying "You're not you when your hungry"

Every competitor that challenges me, I'll conquer!
And I'll hire one of my enemies as my sponsor
to advise other not to go up against this monster

This is proof that I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with Tupac
sittin' on a futon smoking Wu while listening to the Tang-clan in a Yukon in the dawn
before they were gone in a wind
Nobody will ever thought 96-97 will be their end

RIP Hip-hop forever, it was worth all the endeavor
but never get clever, 'cause I will be back, and when I come back, you'd wish you had never decided to rap.

Originally Posted by smalldig

What the f*** does Dakinng do to me?
I'll beat that ho down, and make his death a mystery
It's hard for you to realize that my rhymes are as clean as Listerine
And it's probably only a misdemeanor to chop you and split your spleen

Like the flu, my rhymes will spread around the nation
Your rhymes will leave you like El Chapo, forever incarceration.

If I haven't already, I'll leave you as mad as Trump is to social media
I got mo' money in my pockets than the pages in the encyclopedia

This battle is like Jay-z vs. Nas, and like Nas, I will come out the victor
I don't need a predictor, or else I will contradict her and give her a blister and show her the picture while I snicker eating a king-sized Snicker saying "You're not you when your hungry"

Every competitor that challenges me, I'll conquer!
And I'll hire one of my enemies as my sponsor
to advise other not to go up against this monster

This is proof that I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with Tupac
sittin' on a futon smoking Wu while listening to the Tang-clan in a Yukon in the dawn
before they were gone in a wind
Nobody will ever thought 96-97 will be their end

RIP Hip-hop forever, it was worth all the endeavor
but never get clever, 'cause I will be back, and when I come back, you'd wish you had never decided to rap.

You wanna know what dakinng do
well how bout i show you
see tryna make a death a mystery
but you kill yourself dont even need a case history
but its all bloody up here
look like you splittin call you blisterie
think you gettin so sweet
all you is is bitterly
say it like the flu
but your rhymes are nothing more than a joke
so what the hell are you
still aint got a flow
And just like trump said
somebody better call the po-po
flames be coming out
call the fire department
sayin you will conquer
but all i see is cower
dont try and kill try to maim
but seeing as you a rookie you cant compare to this game
everything i hear from you is lame
and making me laugh at you call that a god damn shame
i face off against you and all you care is you glad i came
because mesin with dakinng isnt just like the rest
dakinng aint the same
you be slippin in the wet
call me the rain
but your lyrics lack a series
where the hell is your brain
but this is nothing like two
can string together
got no chain
but if you willing to tie your rope
i can help you hang
but even though you try as you might
come to realize thr33 is the gang
but when that chrome hit you
when your lights go out
all you will be thinking is BANG
-dakinng