Official Battle Thread.

@ Sugar

Ok listen, there's no dissin' the misses, don't get it twisted
No switchin' roles yo, ur mama's the bxtch in the kitchen
Enriching your mind with the bright twists I combine
I'm like the feminin Hitch, ya can't miss my designs

U think u restyle lines but you're just recyclin' rhymes
I say come on and try mine but don't waste my time
This is a vicious circle of burden I put on ur shoulders
Misses verbal murder, sit still & behold her

Fxck Michelle, can't u tell the 1st lady is me ?
Oh well, u fell victim to the craziest MC
To be or not to be, you need to see that you ain't
If Shakespeare was here, he'd be into my game

Your rap sounds gay, hit me with your purse
Smacked down everyday and then mess up every verse
Better rehearse 'cuz I'm worse than you thought
Plus I'm sure u so immature that this got you caught

this is getting old, someone make a new thread, I'm tired of reading about guns and grenades because I can almost be 100% positive neither one of you has guns, grendades, rocket launchers, or anything else you see on call of duty so stop talking about the same thing, neither one of you has pulled grenade pins or killed anyone, if you have, stop talking **** because your *** is in prison

@freshprince

I agree w you...but don't get it twisted I'm in the USMC and I have pulled grenades, fired guns, etc. Writing verse is a way for me to put that **** behind me, not relive it. And when people spit verse like they know about life and death and are hardcore it's tawdry and old like your rhymes. So get at me if you think you can spit some intelligent verse that's not about all the weed you smoke...make sure you get your homework done first though.

@freshprince

I must add people can rhyme about what they want. Metaphor, make-believe or reality...if you don't like the lyrics that's on you. Who made you the lyric police? It's called freedom of expression and if people wanna rhyme about guns, ho's and b*tches or whatever that's their prerogative.

Originally Posted by Cash

@freshprince

I agree w you...but don't get it twisted I'm in the USMC and I have pulled grenades, fired guns, etc. Writing verse is a way for me to put that **** behind me, not relive it. And when people spit verse like they know about life and death and are hardcore it's tawdry and old like your rhymes. So get at me if you think you can spit some intelligent verse that's not about all the weed you smoke...make sure you get your homework done first though.

Thank you. It's not that I rhyme about shooting people, but I have a firearms license as I attend shooting classes, so even if I did, I'd still "know" what I was talking about. Not everyone on the internet is a pxssy.

Yo, CASH


Attention Bro I’m about to flow like a mofo
In this intro and f*ck up a homo posing as G.I. JOE…YO JOE
Now listen, front and center
I’m gonna give your b*tcha** something to remember
Chop your sh*t down like a tree scream’in timber
And the only “situation”
Is this altercation
As I flip this Sh*t and confront you grunt with a bleak revelation
Cause, see you are the apidemy of stupidity
Which makes you my enemy
You will never beat me and I know you didn’t see me
Creep up on ya like I am an entity
A legend the myth
Something you don’t f*ck with
Murder your a** as I pled the fifth
Like I am a lyrical assassin with a special gift

See, I am the committee, the parole board
Pray to the lord
As I cut off your head with a broad sword
Just to expose your back bone and spinal cord
Then with my rap style
I’ll file it down with a nail file
As I smile
With a evil grin
Then rip it out and leave you breathless with no oxygen
Cause really I don’t give a sh*t if you claim yourself as a marine or f*cking king
I’ll murder anything
That resembles rhyme as I stop time
Begin to beat you over the head til’ I see red
And I won’t stop til’ I think that your permanently dead
As I watch your brains splatter and spread all over the thread
Then my fist collides making your gay pride
Leak slowly out of both sides
Now who’s the motherf*cker got tears in their eyes
I don’t compromise
I go for the throat til’ the b*ich dies

Why you say your Teflon while you’re pulling out that tampon
You know your battl’in a master series Icon
I’m the one with guns drawn
Runn’in up on your front lawn
Fully loaded you just got demoted
I just overloaded your already corroded eroded mind with epic lines
Like your mind imploded
I exploded like a f*ck’in grenade
You couldn’t take me out if you had a full company or a f*ck’in brigade
I’m like that air raid
Drop’in bombs and heavenly psalms
While p*ss’in on your self righteous gay parade
See I was self made
You’re a jerk off pretending like you got laid
Or play’in with monopoly money like you got paid

This dude missed the exit ramp
Needs to be sent back to boot camp
Cause he tries to make it rain using food stamps
While dancing in a gay bar wearing nip clamps
Glow in the dark paint under black lamps
Fist pumping to Elton John next the speakers with the big amps
Complaining about PMS and that his stomach cramps
B*tch sit and relax
As your *****a** mom digs in her purse to find your brand… tampax
I know this is hard to follow
But you being prone for d*ck this shouldn’t be so hard to swallow
Pop four hollows at your dome the size of coke bottles
As you catch two to the midsection
F*ck the lead in your head, it’s my rhymes that gave you indigestion
Like a cancerous infection
Changing your completion….

What the Hell don’t they have don’t ask don’t tell?
O’well… maybe it’s contrary
Up in the military
As I bury you alive in a pet cemetery
Cause your just another cat who can’t rap
Steal’in sh*t off other tracks
And I know you’re a faggot
Another one who just couldn’t hack it
So why don’t your shot yourself like the B*tch boy in full metal jacket

@guns

Listen to the fool with the online degree from a tech school
What a tool, 'cuz apidemy is epitome, an' you think your doing me, you f*ckin' kiddin' me?
That's stupidity, can't you see the irony, why you even tryin' me?
I got the goods to make your head implode, don't say you weren't told
I'm gonna explode and unload on your wifey the toad
I'll save Suzy for later, keep flapping loose lips, I'll peel that fat tater
That's some for now, the rest I'll give later
You wanna f*ck with the Corp I'm gonna f*ck with ya wifey the wh*re
See I did some homework, I got plenty more
My boy in the C-I-A gave me enough info to leave you D-O-A
Put you on blast, your not gonna last

Yo CASH....

Relatively speaking I am just peaking and yes I do have a degree
I do agree
But what I see is your degree of jealousy
Reaching the point of heresy
Like a heretic
It’s not my fault that you got a small d*ck and feel sick
Every time that you get your a** kicked
What’s wrong Cash?
Getting tired of the backlash
Getting slashed and smashed
Pulverized and bashed
Still licking your wounds from the road rash
Seriously the C.I.A.?
Who’s next Dr. DRE?
What, your next rap you’ll claim connections to N.W.A.?
I’ll out rap you any day and every day
Anyways I’ll f*ck your rap style up including sideways

And I know what it took, you took a look on facebook
Or was it myspace
Just to keep pace, cause you can’t hang with this sh*t face to face
And you’re just p*ssed cause I’m miles ahead of you in this rap race
Blow for blow you can’t deal with my rap flow
So, we all know you went for the low blow
Call’in my girl a fat ho….O’no
Before you get loose with the lips
Here’s a few tips
Know the whole story
Before you bass in your glory
Its affects from meds and deadly treds
Dealing with a personal matter
That cause her to get a little bit fatter
Keep pushing b*tch and make me a little bit madder
Til’ I snap and make your whole world f*ck’in shatter
Ya’ b*stard
Let’s see
What else about me and my family
That you can conspire into a conspiracy
With the help of the C.I.A. and your fantasy
Try’in to get cute and fancy

F*ck the Corp
I’m more hardcore the day I was born
As you play with yourself watch’in gay porn
I’ve been battle scorn
And war torn
I’m like a lyrical Jesus, King of Kings wearing the rapper’s crown of thorns
You can persecute or execute
But I got more attribute
Than a brute wearing a three piece suit
Kick’in a dude out of his f*ck’in combat boots
And we can battle where the dollars be at
I’ll holla back
Then leave you shook up like a vending machine who wouldn’t give my f*ck’in dollar back
Leave a hole in your head and throw your a** back
To Iraq
Or Iran
Damn, don’t tell me toured in Afghanistan and you were the man
Stomp’in the enemy into the sand
Mobilized vehicles and dodging S.A.M.s
You drive a truck with a hemi, a Dodge Ram
With duel exhaust and twin cams
So here’s the plan… you can run but you never out ran, me
You see, I am that inter sandman
The boogyman
To put more holes in your rap style than an afghan
My rap styles so good I got my own brand
Cause if you gotta go online to just write a line
Digg’in up dirt like you found a gold mine
B*tch you ain’t worth a dime

So, in closing
I’m composing this…
Now don’t get pissed
Now why you front as a grunt when your nothing but little c*nt
And like you got a blackside
So you only act half white
But you’re really the fag type
Hav’in wet dreams of getting d*cked in the a**…right?
While smoking a crack pipe
See you’re weak and took a peak a quick lookie
On myspace or facebookie
Exposing that your amature and only a rookie
And I am the true winner
You’re what they call a lazy quitter
I havn’t done it but if I would follow this b*tch on myspace or twitter
You would find out he bangs his transsexual transgender babysitter
But you know what makes me sicker…
I bet this wanna be wigger masturbates to his baby sisters baby pictures
And calls it his great willy adventures
You’re like a hemroid
Caught on Polaroid in camouflage corrduroies
Being molested by older boys….its over boy
You think you got one up, know I got paper from a Tech.
Think that my life’s a wreck
But as I grip a tech
That’s the last you see, is its silhouette
Pop you in the eyes lip and neck
Til’ your spinal cord snaps and disconnects
Make your head roll as I play soccer with your intellect
Then stamp across your forehead f*ck’in REJECT
Cause I’ll pop and drop you right here on a sidewalk
Call the cops and tell them to invest I and lot of f*ck'in white chalk
Murder your a** as end up on another sidewalk
Next to a golden road
Tried to get into Biggie’s mansion but Tupac wouldn’t give you the gate code
Said…you didn’t do sh*t didn't even get paid
So you gotta stay in the fake thugs apartment complex with the f*ck boys and the
B*tch maids

Fuсk man, I HATE it when I miss all this stuff.

And gunsofarsenal, use bars and speak truth please.

All I have to say right now.

wow, I think it's funny he mentioned N.W.A. because my best friend's neighbor is a dj who had connections to them, I can't remember if he said he djed for them sometimes, I think that's it, but anyways more people need to get up here

@Guns

Yeah, balls deep in your brain, feels so good can't explain
Tip of my knob making you sob, a lyrical lobotomy
Every position, spread leg, doggy, ya can even get on top of me
So hypnotic f*ucking a mind so damn idiotic, intoxicating, so exotic
Erotic being so deep in your neurosis
my shaft tickling all of your psychosis
I push through the mush it's such a rush think I'm about to bust
Your mind left in tatters
Cum oozes in your grey matter
Slide in your temporal, ya hemorrhage
Erase all thought, bad childhood memory
Each bloody stroke eases your delusion
Lose any more blood, gonna need transfusion
Don't think your mind could handle more confusion
F*ckin' your cranium like I'm drilling for uranium
Destroy that cerebellum, now ya sounding like soulja boy tell 'em
Your flows so lame, I can't believe how much I came
See the wet stains inside of your sh*t brain

Uhhhhhhhhh

Hi
I see the...sky
Ow there's something on my eye
It's gonna try
Ugh
Damn

(this was a joke)
XD I'm such a badass raper

alrite why not i got NO experience battling at all but *** thought i quickly write summet!

*wrote whilst listenin to future blind by pretty lights... ****in awsome tune*

okay its like this i dont battle for kicks
go on big up yourself i dont mean you i mean the pictures
that form in my mind this is important to rhyme
they slow down time until they thumping in you line
look at me closley and tell me real serious
look past the ****ing ugly and pale exterior
move a little closer so we all be hearing ya
im feeling that fear that pain and those tears
so what the **** are you now stepping back for?!
have i scared you and beckoned that inner child core?!
and your heart i know its sore cuz mine has gone to war
we different but the same as we both closed the doors
you claming that your stong but we both know all along
its a ****in facade and a joke its true that your broke
****in look at me NOW and dont tell me about pain
the shame the guilt the nightmares in the brains
what are you to me in my depression and anger?!
better than me in what respect i gotta ask?!
lets forget about the letters and the rhymes surpassed
lets talk about the past 'till you wanna run fast
lets see who lasts when we feel that pain blast
like daddy never asked and mummy popped pills
go on cry your buckets infact mother**** it
take your rhymes your words world and purpose
dont feel so nervous put the knife to the throat...

cuz i dont need kill i you just keep looking with hope...

Originally Posted by fresh priNCe

wow, I think it's funny he mentioned N.W.A. because my best friend's neighbor is a dj who had connections to them, I can't remember if he said he djed for them sometimes, I think that's it, but anyways more people need to get up here

Why's it funny he mentioned them? They're one of the biggest groups in rap history.

that's my point, it's funny becasue I just found out the other day my best friend's neighbor djed for them, probably should have read the rest of the comment

Originally Posted by fresh priNCe

that's my point, it's funny becasue I just found out the other day my best friend's neighbor djed for them, probably should have read the rest of the comment

Dude, guess what??? I ate a bagel for breakfast, and then a few hours later at school, my friend was talking about bagels!!! ZOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT is what it looks like.

yeah except bagels aren't one of the most famous rap groups in history, and not everyone's friends has neighbors who the best ****ing bagels in the world dip ****, so why don't you get off a music thread and go talk about your breakfast pastries on another forum **** tard

**** you might as well just stay up all night and comment on everything I say since you obviously have nothing better to do

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

Originally Posted by Colosso

Lol he took it to heart but regardless this is the battle thread and i came here wit a blade..so whos gonna come at me?

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