Come get slaughtered!

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  1. BackInBlack's Avatar

    BackInBlack said:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Vouve View Post
    Yeah I think a "Hahahaha" is in order... SBU? Venomology? RobbMack? Where did you all go?
    "Hahahaha"
    So funny. Not really. I've more than proven myself to be articulate and adequate. Such hate only proves the point further. When everybody hates you, then you know you're on the right track. So go eat a bag of d1cks.
     
  2. Wolfstormcloud Cloud said:

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    Yo lyrics are **** like when i cop a squat who told ya you can **** with a mighty "papa doc" for stepping on stage I should've rocked yo knot dont get to close ya might get shot ya need to call yo momma and tell her to come get ya and if she knew it she could bring her midget pops wit her I put a hole in ya head like a 12 gauge lookin like Kriss cross now you jiggity jump your *** on stage go get back in that canal you call a cage cause of my rage imma make yo mommas fat *** wish she aborted you not like that time she recorded you
     
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    Papa dock likes to rock the c0(k?
    Yep. I seen him wearin' a mini wit' polka dots
    I could beat 'im in my sleep, or when I smoke a lot
    I got his girl and I go balls deep when she tell me to poke tha twot
    The truth is apparent, the proof is inherent
    That goof has been errant
    With every syllable, verb and word he's declared it's
    So obvious that he's aberrant and I'll be the declarant
    To declare that this wack fool shall be torn asunder
    I'm the darkness after the setting sun and I was born of thunder
    Puppystormcloud was born of blunder
    Wit' a fat hore of a mother that got bored of slumber and took some dumb tourists lumber
    You punk b1tch, fagit 4ss wannabe emcee, don't tempt me
    You can try over and over endlessly against me and still come up empty
    I got bars a plenty, my bars are many, with every entry
    I bring intelligence and elegance and when it comes to this I'm cognoscenti
     
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    That's the best I've seen of u yet, no play..
    No way I'll say it's good but like Tex it beats OK..
    If I chose to go pro you know Id go first like K. Durant,
    I flow thru exposed ho€s, so my verse caved your rant..

    I MACK bit(hes and rob riches, I'm ROBB in da hood,
    you act viscous but plot kid sh|t you're robbin' the hood..

    This dumb a can't even spell ridiculous,
    really it seems it's di(k he lusts...
    Get it off your chest or get t|tty fukt,
    I'll post again and re-di(k you cuz..

    I'm glad it's my stain that elevated your drive,
    but still you entertain like an elevator ride..
    You wanna go up and down and hit on me? Sit wide,
    no hidden wit, no scripts flipped, you literally want a ripped hide..
    Soon you'll see where the pitifully ripped hide,
    as you'll sit aside those inside the dungeon of done tried. .

    Typically I enscribe literary on hides
    I've ripped from beasts sides..
    Tickles me, with Mic physically gripped tight,
    the slain lay naked right beside..
    I'll smile while on trial til the Mic drips dry..
    Then when fire desires quenching I'll walk with big stride,
    Sig high, light a cig, with night lit, yellin' bit(h try!!

    You're pissed at B 'cuz I'm the wind that blows back pee,
    obviously never taught properly,
    not to pee even if cautiously,
    when B breathes even if soft-l-y..

    Your pissed 'cuz you can't stop it
    but DUB's step moves it..
    You're pissed 'cuz you repeat drawn out nonsense,
    like Dubstep music...

    You're pissed 'cuz I spit hot fire
    and melt your air soft bb's,
    you're pissed 'cuz you'll never
    be the beast that B be's.

    You're pissed 'cuz my writes show I'm the realest,
    but really I'm just a pist off realist..
    Who R. Kell's lil b|tches to fulfill itches,
    when I purge the pain I daily deal with..
    I'll eat a pill with anything, heat kill with everything, feel this..
    When I'm hungover, whiskeys how I heal it..
    When I'm hungover I'm standing behind you still limp,
    with whats about to be hard as steel d|ck..
    Turn to the left and give the head a lil kiss,
    you know I come hard, but this time I will spit..
    I'll slap you with my di(k but I wouldn't waste spilled piss..

    You're offenses offensively lack intentions,
    I envision knocking cats off fences
    for weak attempts to convince us
    they can bring wisdom without winces..
    I cringe when you try to come hard with 2 full inches..
    I deserve full mention not a hint when
    men shun him for what I'm hinting..
    How my big di(k left his innards a big dent
    turning him into a permanent gimp..
    Tried to come hard but left with a real limp..

    You offer me falsitys, you're blatantly pretentious..
    Sad attempt to pretend this presented
    knowledge as though it's learned higher..
    You're sporadic displays are more out of place than grassfires on a quagmire..
    Mine are those that for sure get lips splayed and in more ways stay admired..

    I'd get a shovel and duck tape from Home Depot,
    then at the first church I'd tape you to the the steeple
    and plant you in the ground like a flags deep pole
    but upside down so you're at the bottom of the deep hole..
    You're gassed but MACKs diesel
    You're passed wack, youre feeble..

    Though you are confused,
    note your art cons few..
    The R's like ten ex-cons fused
    into one with one mutual truce,
    to shred Xerox copies like you in twos. .

    You're qu€€r mannerisms distract your loss,
    why you so anti-witty?
    It's clear man's religion is a fraud
    like sand is gritty..
    With a mirror nod and talk to God
    as was so in anti-quity,
    not knowing you're own face
    you've earned scoffs and the pity..

    I am a Rap God cuz MACK follows ROBB,
    no higher power..
    And you read each line like you been on your knees for like an hour..
    Thank ROBB for the True Testament, allowing seeds to flower.
    I prey on those who pray, so get up and scream it louder..
    Or of course you should cower from a force such as ours..
    Dub B and all the me's stand above you in his tower..
    Some sniffin' powder, some, some how,
    while cocking a Sig Sauer..
    Some burning crosses, wreck, goo, and sour..
    Some in drag on the track hitting licks..
    One might be a f@g but I ain't met that trick..
    One might be a chick but believe if she exists,
    the only thing big as her t|ts is her big a di(k!!!!!







     
    Last edited by ROBBMACK; 08-27-2014 at 11:37 PM.
     
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    The best you seen of me? That's a whopper as far as a lie goes
    Look back over the scenery, you been seein' me wit' one eye closed
    But you aint illuminati, ya just stupid and shoddy when analyzin my flows
    Sh1t's not just a hobby, Robby, you probably about as hood as George Michaels
    But I gotta have faith coz I'm in the lions den
    Keep that piece on my waste just like I intend
    So, I slipped and spelled ridiculous with an E instead of an I again
    I still only got one foot in the grave that you're lyin' in
    And you can still eat sh1t and die again, I already sh1t on you many times
    With many rhymes, probably got ya paranoid peekin' out the mini blinds
    And you aint skinnin' any hides wit' ya pitiful and sh1tty rhymes
    Mothafu(ka, cross yaself and say my name twenty times
    I'm not p1ssed coz I caint stop it, don't get off topic
    I just bring the ill sh1t and the real sh1t and you cannot top it
    So all there is left for you is sh1t, and you sure can talk it
    It doesn't bother me a bit, I know you can't walk it
    So fu(k you and fu(k ya thesis
    You'll beat me the day Stephen Hawking gets out of his wheelchair and praises Jesus
    I've already proven that I can literally tear you to literary pieces
    But you keep comin' back, it's a scary weakness
    No, I'm not p1ssed coz I'm not "the beast that B be's"
    That's the wackest I've heard from you, that's some feces
    I've whipped that 4ss so many times I'm sure folk is gettin' tired of repeats
    You may think you're the sh1t, but homie, ya only in it knee deep
    I didn't bother readin' the rest of your rant
    All I know is you think you can win but you cant
    My sh1t should turn ya into a sycophant
    But I'll let the tyke go vent
    Just like he's been doin'
    That's why I'm still booin'
    And ya still just spewin' nothin' but ruin
    Raw sewage wit' nothin' true in it's what's ensuin'
     
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    BackInBlack said:

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    I know you don't like me. I don't care. I'll continue.
     
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    ROBBMACK said:

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    Do not look for hatred in my writing, if there's energy to be wasted, its far better to do something productive with it, not waste it... my words may offend but I intend that.. if you're insulted you are not appreciating what's written to be art... if you're offended you're not my target audience.. I write for those that can relate... those that see my words and and are reminded of simular thoughts in there head...I write to challenge myself to be creative, to push those I write with to care about what's being read, but mostly to just chip away the pain.. living with pain ain't easy but dealing with it is the test... just write with no hard feelings.. unless you're feeling hard as I do when I write, d|ck in left hand pen in right... no half stepping come correct, and anything I write only respect... don't let my wrecks dent your skin...
     
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    Wit' a fat hore of a mother that got bored of slumber and took some dumb tourists lumber"..... nice one!!
     
  9. juggalojoe23 said:

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    Speak your peace cuz im sick indeed sick and diseased ill leave ya deceased me and Robdmack is here to combat an attack your wack raps your s(hit is as legit as the s(hit I left in my toilet you know we're this is going so please don't spoil it take your rhyme sceem an reinvent it leave yours in cement bi)tch quick collect what's left an stitch it if you could you'd take our rhymes and switch it I'm sick kid the s)hit you spit is sick like syphillus lay the rest to rest nows the time to strap on the vest you'd listen to me if you knew what was best cuz I'll riddle your bars with shell casings so better not test I'm dark and demented you should have took contraceptives this could have been prevented so please take a hint stick to your day job cuz your Spitz ain't paying the rent atleast read thru your comebacks before they are sent I'm reppin Cali you heard of the boy named sue well your the boy named sally leave you in the smoke just smoked that Maui waui the shadow of death up in the Napa valley may not have tornados in our alley but we just got shaked from an earthquake the shifting of tectonic plates thrown off the couch and awaked sounded like a train arriving at hells gate wait that's just your soul awaiting fate.
     
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    Thanks Robbmack. Juggalojoe23, that's the best you've shown yet.

    Speak my peace trick?
    Aint no peace in what I speak b1tch
    You can eat sh1t
    And choke on a d1ck
    I've slain you many times
    And I will slay you any time
    Most of the time I don't pay you any mind
    You just now got my attention with your rhymes
    How long did you work on that sh1t?
    Bet it took you hours to make some not wack sh!t
    I bet now you want your sh1t backlit
    Like a billboard or something like that sh!t
    But ya batsh1t if you think you've won
    I still got the aerosol for the sh1t you've brung
    I counter you at every move son
    I'll drop ya like Brother Lynch Hung and move on

    Drink that drank
    and smoke that smoke
    Let me be frank
    I'm a juggalo
    I like sick ****
    Like ribs splayed open
    Stabbed wit' a pick
    And that mothafuka lays chokin'
    Now I'm wearin' his face
    As he lays broken
    His name is Juggalojoe
    I mean he says he's a Juggalo though
    I think he may be just a homo
    Like this *** I know named Shomo
    I can't believe he has the audacity
    To attack family
    Mothafuka, that's a no, no
    I'll hit ya harder than those trees hit Sonny Bono
    I keep heads bobbin' like a yo yo
    And this is just a promo
    You sure be gettin' bold though
    But I'm afraid ya fukin' wit' and old pro
    I'll make the cold glow
    Don't act like you don't know
    Everybody knows ya really wont joe
    Tick tock
    The seconds are clickin'
    I continue to end you and the heaven's are smitten
    I guess in your case, lessons are written
    It's in your face, I get off on wreckin' your sh1t n
    Seeing the tiresome attempts at comebacks
    But ya can't undo some facts

    And...

    It's always good for a good laugh, it's
    Almost cute how you try so hard
    And then I gotta reach in and rip out your heart
    I had your weak sh1t pegged from the start
    You should've begged from the start
    You fukin' retard, watch as you come apart
    Any beat you can give me I'll soddomize
    And send it back to ya wit' jizz droppin' from it's bottom side
    And after I fXck it, I gut it, just another homicide
    It's a lyrical Columbine
    I'll always beat you at this, FOR ALL of Time
    So why are you stallin' time?
    Bow down, worship me... my words are what's called divine
    This is raw defined
    I never claw my mind
    It just comes to me every time, so fall in line
    Last edited by BackInBlack; 09-01-2014 at 11:33 PM.
     
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    I can't rap I know, I give up, screw it
    I set myself a goal and I can't live up to it
    I have no self control, I just can't fukin' do it
    I'll never be a pro, why did I even pursue it?
    I guess I thought it would be fun, I thought I was fluent
    But apparently I was the only one who thought I knew what I was doin' when I was doin' it
    And every time in every rhyme when I was done none of them were confluent
    So basically I'm just a fukin bum and all I do is ruin' sh1t when I'm spewin' it
    I bring nothin' new in it, my flows are basic
    I thought I was groovin' it but let's face it
    I play with what talent I've got and basicly just waste it
    I thought I was hot but I can't see none of y'all, even wit' lasik
    Really though I stay sick and I'm a master of sarcastic resurgence
    I drop real sh1t, real quick, it's a classic emergence
    So with wit I spit and with passion that's urgent, I'm smashin' insurgence
    When I get in this mood I get in, I get lit and I don't know how long it'll last it's fervent it's...

    The reign of the dark one, BackInBlack, The Sandman
    Been wit' it since day one, Rap Attacks like a lyrical Van Damme
    Blam! Blam! Get smoked like a Chong Joint, boy, I'm on point, yes I am
    You can get slammed by an avalanche of vocabulary
    So don't tary in the pathway unless you want a muhfuka to meet ya halfway wit' the axe I carry
    The axe I bury in ya back and carry you and bury you in the back of the cemetery
    Sh1t's just logical, not mythological, far as I know it's you that's been a fairy
    So long ya no longer think it's a sin to marry
    I'm in a very, devilish mood, and oh well if it's crude, I don't give a sh1t that it's rude
    I'm up in this bich wit' an attitude, no gratitude, I'm mad at you
    Coz I'm mad, insane as the mad hatta dude
    No concept in my mind inside of longitude and lattitude
    So keep ya mouth shut homie, until the rap is through
    I probably got demons on me, and I bet they laugh at you
    I've been droppin acid too
    But I'm on top and I'll devour ya like the crock in Lake Placid fool
     
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    Go black...
     
  13. SupaHotFire said:

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    still doin' this ****?
    im back im about to start rulin ****
    you only foolin' pricks,
    so ima bout to hit this lick
    and im sick of this ****
    you gon' be poisoned like bon
    you on the computer all day
    jackin like don jon.


    written like a pro you admittin' it
    im only spittin realest ****
    extremely wit, you might aswell quit
    you just got lit like christmas
    droppin acid? like you just got a lemon from a citrus
    face lookin' sour, nah boy you just got devoured fool
    im on a tower while you still tryin to climb takin' hours
     
  14. juggalojoe23 said:

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    This guy^^^^
     
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    Yeah, I'm still doin' this sh1t
    I'm still schoolin' ya trick
    I aint new wit' this b1tch
    You aint doin' sh1t, hey y'all, he aint provin' sh1t
    See I got the water for his supahotfire
    Killin' 'em for the millionth time and I'm not tired
    Look at this wannabe that I've sired
    I'm like a mothafukin' live wire
    Touch it and get shocked
    Fukin' wit' the Hitchkok of hiphop
    You'll get rocked, or get offed
    Like a throwback version of Kid Rock
    You just pulled the lid off, a big can of worms
    You didn't check the rules and the terms
    I've been poppin' oxy's and smokin' on some shirm
    And I got some of the sickest sh1t you've ever heard
    So ya better swirve and get nerve as you get served, it aint no game boy
    Why you keep comin' back wit' fukin' raps that's so lame boy?
    BackInBlack aint havin' that, remember the name boy
    If only rap gave you the same joy
    You'd employ a little more tact in yo rap, see I come constant with every response n
    When it comes to the rap game I'm like Charles Bronson
    And you got a Deathwish fukin' wit' me see I can flow from Oklahoma to Wisconsin
    And my own killa flows make me jerk my johnson
    Aint no stoppin' this
    Flowzilla, it's your apocalypse
    Dump you in the necropolis
    I can serve any beat, I never was monogamous
    Every song is a feat, but yours are just fraudulent, it's the truth
    Son, I come with providence when I hit the booth
    I spit all of this and it's proof
    That I'm a killa for that skrilla when I get's loose
     
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    Ha! HA! HA! This guy^^^^ what? That guy sucks. I got more for his b1tch ***...

    I'm fresher than a sucrets
    Like a constapated siameze twin, I still don't give two shits
    If ya don't get that then ya must be too dense
    So listen coz I make intense sense
    Like a dictionary definition
    A perfect engine is less efficient
    And I'm no longer impressed by dissin'
    I'm not Ethen Hunt but you can guess my mission
    It's not impossible, in fact in rap it's probable
    That I'm a tear down any and every obstactle
    In front of my opticals
    Coz I'm colder than a truck full a popsickles
    So you better get ghost
    Coz ya weak prose don't even get close
    To my flows, I don't jest boast
    I shred hoes from the east to the west coast
     
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    This will kill

    What? Nobody wanna play? Don't nobody wanna take me on?
    All the competition's gon' away coz I come at 'em like I got rabees holmes
    Home is where I lay these bones, in the booth I slay these gnomes
    Y'all rap like nostalgic n***as but the 80s is gone
    Got a hair trigga and I figga they gon make me blow
    So when ya get close to me, Ya may O.D. from a dose of me so take it slow
    They hate coz I don't fake the flow, so blatantly great I make nature grow
    I don't hate ya bro, it's just my fate ta break a foe
    Isn't it great ta know, that I've been here and it's been clear who in line the boss is?
    You can't spit like this, you can't fight this, your rhymes is nausious
    I dispise ya lies, it blinds ya conscience
    So who really, really wanna talk sh!t? Nonsense!
    I'm not a friendly ghost but I boast and haunt this
    Game like the final boss n sh1t, blow up like some Boston sh1t
    Aint got no guilty conscience, I'm filthy often b1tch
    Enough to get imposters hit
    Iller than Ebola, killa when I flow? Yeah
    You know it, now quote this
    I got this under control and oh, yeah
    How hopeless
    It is to focus
    On fukin' wit my hocus pocus
    Ya caint fuk wit' the Lord Of The Locust
    Coz he's sorta the dopest
    Bringin' a horde of the Jokas
    And more of the tokas
    Yes, I'm braggadocios
    These fags atrocious
    And seem to spread fast as roaches
    But they gon see as the final act approaches
    Like the blackest lotus
    I soon will write my magnum opus
     
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    Of course I see you with one eye closed,
    I'm winking at you aiming my rifle..
    Let a slow breathe out before the light show,
    then leave you out of breath, last words stifled...

    I shame, with scenes they've never seen, the illuminati ..
    You claim who's ill, is you and not me?

    I don't analyze flows, I poke your anal eyes in..
    The blood Ana lies in flows til she's cold, and whitened ..
    Your flow comes once a month, so anals what you like then..
    With no period, why end getting widened on nights end?
    Be polite men slide in smilin' or at least with a slight grin,
    to ease black, he's frightened I might pimp his tale with my pen..
    No, no conjecture needed, my pen's might will write this guy's end...

    You lack pride when you write, why try'n enter the prides den?
    Just because you like lying doesn't make you 'like' a lion..
    More a lil feline, pissed that it fell nine times to real feel lines..
    More a big *****, lying open after a lying mime packing nine said, "she'll feel mine"!!

    In two minutes oxygen won't meet your brain, that's what the noose's for..
    In two sentences you went from a soar loser, to just soar and looser..

    Now that you are that, will you merc for cheese?
    Think a rat thief's life's led with ease?
    More often than not the rodent gets squeezed..
    You can get paid but ROBBMACK's owed fees,
    mercy gold for simply keeping the butcher's Mic sheathed

    Why man, liken yourself to a Lycon?
    A beast who hunts while the lights dim..
    Your rhymes are about as dense
    as the by product of a spent incense,
    mine are about as tense..
    Flowin hard like a river through bends,
    clouding your camp and filling your tents..
    If I were Siamese I'd love a twin,
    If it weren't a him and attached to 5th limb..

    I don't think you'll be made to blow,
    I'm sure that's a decision you simply chose..
    You describe bnb as 'sorta' dope..
    Finally you're getn close,
    you're not what you eat so...
    dope is definitely a no!!
    Your 'sortas' are long, you've longer to go..
    A good start would be to stop battling gnomes..
    They can't respond not even with groans,
    but I can right from my phone
    with an ap that makes your last post known..
    But I know what you'll post so mine I'll postpone..
    Your rhymes I see thru, resembling ghost tones,
    which makes complete sense since you yourself are post mortem..
    I see your directions to kill me with boredom
    Its workin buts it war fam, so you'll have to put work in
    I'm growing aroused due to your death flirtin..

    I'm so underground I'll go home when I die,
    Then lie with the enemy as I've buried many men's tries..
    Most of them met fate once I dug up thin lies..
    Then lies a thin line between binge crimes aimed to end mine
    and let them shine til the tenth time or again send them cryin.....


    I didn't think the slaughter thread should be deprived of reading bnbs slaughter
     
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    I'm a have to get back at ya. Just started new job and I'm tired like Michelin. Those were some devastating bars though.
     
  20. Charles Bartman said:

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    Could you have possibly started that verse any worse?
    You should fix that **** like, rewind, reverse!
    Now with whack *** rappers like you, I don't hate.
    ****, i ain't even mad, i just hope you don't procreate.
    You probably couldn't even spit out the most basic ****,
    You couldn't even recite the children's book "Do you know who my Mother is?"
    And to answer that, I do know your mother.
    I know her better than fat people know butter!
    Lets take a step back, I don't want to offend.
    But i mean there are teddy bear disses you couldn't defend!
    I like to start off all my verses proper.
    I'll turn a hipster rapper like you into a wal-mart shopper.
    So, now that i'm hittin' the flow,
    You should prolly just go.
    No, i don't mean while you're ahead,
    You never were, because now i got your girl giving me head!
    That's right, eat a ****.
    Or at least eat a pita chip right after i skeet on it you piece of ****.
    Now that you've read this, ****,
    You've witnessed my service to that world and that is it.
    Now if you agree with me that most rappers suck, do me a favor,
    And stand the **** up!