Come get slaughtered!

Look at all the little kiddies here
I wave at 'em from outta the hemisphere
They causin' trouble like little Dennis The Menace here
I just sit on a cloud and drink my Guinness beer
Think out loud and write it down if a pen is near
Already aimin' for the crown and I've barely had 5 minutes here
Ill responses to my thought processes? Then it's clear
The lil green monsta musta got a bug stuck in it's ear
Is it clear? Oh dear, from outta nowhere, who go there? It's a heavyweight contender
I know it's no fair but I don't care, I'm a make 'em remember
A modern day Voltaire, I go where I want and kill blatant pretenders
Ya vacant of embers
But I got enough flames for all of us, Satan delivers
I'm BackInBlack, but you can call me Mr. Anonymous, I'm shakin' ya timbers
My rhymes are fat like a hippopotamus, faiths get injured
While I'm droppin' bombs at 'em just chillin' on my space adventure

@trinamarie... if it wasnt obvious....


HaHaHaHaHa...

It's all been said, don't beat a horse past it's being dead.
When I come hard, don't keep giving me head.
Search for depth, there's more there than you've read.
My rhymes aren't written, they're bled.
Soak up my soul, to the right from the left.
I've opened my chest, only thing left is to write...

Black soul n|gga, dark as no moonlight.
Run, hide, you're one stride, I run nights.
You've one cutting knife, I'm a fukn gunfight.
I ain't talkin' sh|t, I'm sending air strikes.
Droppin' bombs dead head, where your hair's died.
I drop bombs on god I'm so fukn high.
You're like a fun dike I'd once try,
but I'd never fuk a nun twice.
I never give a fuk, none. Surprised?
Your lucks done, like a bum's pride.
You've fallen off like a crumb's flight
I stay on it like I run white,
and all you want's lines...

Better watch my hand's sleight,
my lines resemble a lion's bite.
Bite my lines and be food for flies
watchin' me wipe...
And now you wanna ride with the pride?
The gang's tight, new tattoo "WRITE PRIDE"
don't need a new you too, you lack pride when you write.
What are you a cougar or a lion, wait never mind,
if you wrote anything I'd know you were lying.
But I understand it's quite the chore
for those not under scored to pour
blood from a source you've yet explored...

So of course I'd bet on that tapped horse,
before I'd invest in you a rap course.
What's worse' the horse's corpse would return more
and better your scores.
For a dead horse has more power and torque,
towers over yours.
You lack force, your raps forced,
you're all bark, I'm a rap forest.
You're a rap tourist.
I'm a rap-ART-ist minus the "art" form,
But l add that to my rapist porn.
You're rap's porous, full of holes,
poorest I've seen, i'd fill'em though.
You should slow, then grow, read then post...

My rap's forged over hot coals like the Norse made swords.
And my pen's mighty as those, setting fire to hoes,
scorched all who've chose to suppose.
My ancestors had pacts, carried rocks on there backs
to the mountain tops.
Tore hearts from bodies and let bodies drop.
I carried rocks in packs and kept lots in my sock,
while my pocket was packed with a Glock.
I was bred for this sh|t 'cause this sh|t don't stop.

...Collaborate?! You better holla at Drake,
my times better spent watchin' blood coagulate
in the back of Kathy's throat so she suffers great
as she gravely awaits to suffocate.
Hearing me demanding her to, "SUFFER KATE"
Then still she'll be laying there naked and raped.
No rubber 'cause death takes aids,
and I take the cake, and the tits if they're fake.
Fingerprints and teeth from her face,
leave no trace to lead no case to her fate
or the place she decays.

Don't post on your wall, hit the page.
Embrace the stage where wars of words rage.
I warn your worn words you'll mourn
when words of praise are torn from graves.
I raise a gaze, more than gays engaged
when word war's engaged....



still wanna play

O.k, Little Rascal's, Leave your feelings at the door
I guess you didn't listen, When I told you once before.
I'm not a fuking Dictionary, and I'm not here to write a book,
I don't sit on my azz all day, I have a job and go to work.
Quit trying to be rap star's, with the little girls that tweerk,
Don't give it all you got, cause that didn't seem to work!!!
You think your vocabulary is all it really take's?
Well Mr Sophisticated, Is giving hand job's at the gate.
Little did you know, I have a brain that never sleep's,
My mind just keep's on going, When your in bed counting sheep.
So, Now.... if you still can't hear me, Than get a hearing aid,
I never have the time to battle, With boy's who don't get paid!!!!!!!!

Don't cry and take it personally of anything I rap
I think I have a fat azz crush on that guy they call ROBBMACK!!!!! xoxoxo

I'm a frickin' rapalator
A captivator,
I'll slap a hater
And choke 'em with the mic chord
I got plenty of fight stored
In fact that's what I live my life for
Y'all might as well freakin' just face it
So what if I'm undaground and I sleep in a basement
And mutilate midgets for cheap entertainment
I still got what it takes
I kiss a lot of *** and I'm in love wit' snakes
Plus I'm willin' to secretly worship Satan in a public place
Illuminati? Sure... who I gotta kill first
I don't wanna sell my soul but I think that's how this deal works
I carved a pentegram into my chest and it still hurts
I mean damn, this sellin' out s#%* is some real work

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

I'm a frickin' rapalator
A captivator,
I'll slap a hater
And choke 'em with the mic chord
I got plenty of fight stored
In fact that's what I live my life for
Y'all might as well freakin' just face it
So what if I'm undaground and I sleep in a basement
And mutilate midgets for cheap entertainment
I still got what it takes
I kiss a lot of *** and I'm in love wit' snakes
Plus I'm willin' to secretly worship Satan in a public place
Illuminati? Sure... who I gotta kill first
I don't wanna sell my soul but I think that's how this deal works
I carved a pentegram into my chest and it still hurts
I mean damn, this sellin' out s#%* is some real work

This is what I'm TALKIN' BOUT_
WHERE THE FUK ??? You come from!
If one aint a demon...Then he's a chest carving muthatruckiN!!!!!! "Alien"!!!!!!!!!!_

Flying around in circles/ in his pimp-daddy ship_
"Wow"..../ Is it 'back in black'?????_
Sign your name's/ Right on my Shiiit!!!!

You know....whats a girl to do??/ With dudes like you_
That hide my slaps, on your branded backs......
Who couldn't get a hooker's hole to clap!!!!
No..., You can't take my soul, while Satans slow *** goes to creep,
I'll take your snakes , not your kiss, leave a message at the beep_

Don't forget to delete my replies, like all the babies on this thread_
Giving head aches,
getting head, in every word they write....'they said!!!....

Still??? stealing my lines/Glad I Got's mine_
Let me refresh all the sissy's_
Front'N!!!!!! Now This is how it really went.................

Too be continued....................

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

I'm a frickin' rapalator
A captivator,
I'll slap a hater
And choke 'em with the mic chord
I got plenty of fight stored
In fact that's what I live my life for
Y'all might as well freakin' just face it
So what if I'm undaground and I sleep in a basement
And mutilate midgets for cheap entertainment
I still got what it takes
I kiss a lot of *** and I'm in love wit' snakes
Plus I'm willin' to secretly worship Satan in a public place
Illuminati? Sure... who I gotta kill first
I don't wanna sell my soul but I think that's how this deal works
I carved a pentegram into my chest and it still hurts
I mean damn, this sellin' out s#%* is some real work

'Rapalator'..? Maybe try rappin' later...
Rap traitor, trade rap and nap its safer...
Vault your behavior, I'll still crack in 'nd take your
last bit of air when you crash in your lair.
After I wake you as i wrap you in layers of rapped paper.
Set you ablaze with stacked rap and smash in da blazer,
only offering your vapors and ashes an unsavory glare..
You've wasted attempts, need speed the pace 'r,
your days'll stay spent a ROBBMACK chaser...
You're more a lapped racer, than a rap lacer..
Your shackled says equate the way slaves were..

Blasphemous faker, I've served satan since he raped my maker.
Where's your savior? Save your prayers.. He didn't save her...
Didn't take her to where harps play or halos glare..
'Stead she stayed to raise me in ways that made me hate her,
'nuff to pray for her over her bed to die as she lay there..
Conniving b¡tch of a baby betrayer,
plannin' scams to have her man's hair waved and layered.
But man, no waves."Bye" or, "Hey, see you later"s..
Though when later seen, eye black and shades of..
She, not given who gave but i knew, it was who didn't pay her.
Only paid mere gazes, but pains a great educater,
'les the lesson's greater than the lesson's grader.
The interest rates are raised in favors, I'm still payin'.
And still will 'til I'm still, layin'.
Higher learning dues were paid due to a child's being scared.
But it paid, for it prepared a free carer
to bare the cold and become a cold bear..
To be a taker, and not be taken,
'til it's under an unmarked grave, with no engraving.
You're gravely mistaken,
I'm Mr. Taker,
your grave'll state, " Here lies, Ms. Taken".
And, the dead man's page'll say then,
"Black was raped and slayed late in the am,
and then raped again. No latex or lamb skin
just rammed in, with the force of rams rammin'
to the damn end. 'Til one's standing
to be praised then, by the lady ram clansmen."
I don't say,"Amen", I don't pray..
I hunt to feed, aiming at prey..
Okay, I admit, I'm rambling...But GoD dammit man,
Bet on Robb, I fuk your odds, when gambling...

Your rap lacks MACK's stature.
You're in your own class, sure.
But it's that, that causes laughter.
Ask me, if need be, for help with your class work.
Feel free and address me, "Daddy", lil bastard..
Or accept your head's restin' on pike out to pasture.
I break open the earth, breath fire as grass burns,
I don't claim fame, I fuk your swagger.
I rain flames you attacked first, but I stabbed words.
I rock a butcher's Mic, but drag your
writes across an ancient dagger.
I make sure to shake your take on natural disaster.
You pray to satan, but Mack's his master..
So worship he, but worship B after..
Then board, for I've grown bored 'nd traded
my warship, to store your fight and, tour in a slaveship....

I'm sorry but I'm lazy
What the h3ll? Are you crazy?
I wasn't bout to read all that
But even if it was good... in my hood it was all wack
In fact, I doubt that, we can call that... rap?
More like the alphabet took a large crap
Ya bars slack
But just for you I'll scan 'em again
You're brave you knave, even for handin' 'em in


I'm rappin' now, I'll be rappin' later, is it drama?
Look at how ya ackin', wow! Is it cuz the rapalator did ya mama?
I don't do crack but I never do lack on the mary-wanna
So you can lick the sweaty sack of a hairy llama
Me and my peeps, we creeps where we wanna
As far as bars I chew 'em up like a phirana
So now I warn ya, you've entered the den of vipers
I was spittin' acid back when you was still in ya diapers
You need to take some ritalin coz you seem a little hyper
So get the 7u(# up off my thizzle
Fool, I'm a full blown cyclone and you're just a little drizzle
Clowns to the left, Jokers to the right and I'm stuck in the middle
This circus has no purpose on the surface of this earth it's just piddle
Ya sposed ta write grown up wrymes so why you just scribble?
It's simple
I'll pop you like a pimple
Leave you to whimper in ya own urine and defacation
Coz I bring more than devastation
Ignorin' hesitation
I'm levitatin' above you... droppin' bombs
But even still this god loves you... so raise ya palms
I'll accept praise or psalms
Or I could just destroy you, I aint got no qualms
I mean, just ask ya moms
Don't get me wrong
You got a few good rhymes
Too bad a lot of it's senseless non connected so so lines
With words left out so it messes up the whole design
Don't get discouraged though, don't resign
I know you'll be dope in time
But for now you just can't cope wit' mine
Try again
I'll be by again
So goodbye

Trina Marie
Baby I come from a far away planet?
Planet where?
South Central Oklahoma goddamnit!
Thanks for the props
And know that it never stops
I gots lots of clever plots
I don't know if it'll **** up yer head or not
SO please take caution
And take breaks often
My minds not a good place to get lost in
All though it is a bit awesome
When death orchid blossom
And I toss 'em
Out there for all these wannabe emcees to catch a scent
Hell I should have more groupies than the president
That much is evident
But heaven's spent
And hell just don't care at all
So I'll just keep tryin' to make a dent
As I bear it all
Leave this vapor where it fall
And come with me...

"I'm not a rap god, I'm a rap monkey"
Just thought I'd get in there before you and your flunkies
Knew that if I reply to myself before any of you do
Then maybe you'd see a just portion of my magical hoodoo.
Know if I keep writing 1000 typewriters'll aid me,
Then perhaps if I keep going at this pace a page of Shakespeare'll find me
Talk 'bout solving problems, 1000 voices will cry
I'm adamant you'll Adam it, even though you won't try
Not in it for the money or fame, I'm just having some fun
Just another living poet with a sharpshootin' word gun
So maybe this self-deprecating rap will show you how it is
when Mr. Fighting Spirit gets right up in your gears
I'm gliding, sliding, always coming at you all sideways
Not trying to poke a sleeping lion but I think the next guy is
roaring, snoring, maaan, so why don't you try it?

Come on, you're all too quiet.

FightingSpirit must don't know, I spitt out potent scripts
give your flesh that decomposed a sniff
your purpose, I don't even know exists, watch how I explode your ribs
leave you chokin on bone fragments, they'll find your mangled corpse, and won't even know what happened,
here comes your lethal dose of rappin, run your fingers across the blade's edges,
your death is what I say is leverage, leave you where you'll lay beheaded,
my brutal fortay is fetish, I thrive on your forsaken screams,
rip through your chest, snatch out your lacerated spleen
I shall erase your dreams, you will never be an artist
you are the worst rapper, but a much better target
as you as

And if I can't come at you sideways then I'll come at you blunt,
My words'll be like a hammer to this startling affront,
Even Nietzsche knew not play with fire in case he got burnt
So back up while I stack these words and smack yours all down.
You seem to like to pick up phases already found
Maybe it's high time you got a claim of your own,
'cause "This here's my gold, sonnie. You best run."
You hear? No fear? Well alright then,
maybe losing this is just a little too frightenin'
for your big ol' bruised ego? I don't know... Sh!t.
My Id thinks yours ain't half as scary as he is.

I did take the time to read a few pages of rap...
I must say some of you nxggaz are real wacks...
Hands down to the ones who dropped them barz...
Those **** were without flaws...
Doesnt mean imma just past over all yall and not say ****...
If i was a chick u could say im that bad bxtch...

But alright yall betta sit tight...
Had enough of yall bxtch fight...
Im swinging at all yall like its a fist fight...
Yall going night night like u was on a long flight...
what i mean is imma knock you the fxck out and tell you good night...
ROBBMACK and BackInBlack yall did that **** right...

Schooling them fxckers without much fight...
Having them bxtches ****ed up like how the 7 dwarfs ****ed snow white...
Yea I said snow white...
She was a th0t too fxcking them dwarfs all right...
Then she fell into a long *** sleep... i bet tht means she was taking that D all night...

-Done For Now-

I was gonna continue... but naaa....
Imma reply to the ones who qualified... Not responding to nothing under 8 barz... BackInBlack and ROBBMACK... they held this thread just right... dropping some dope barz too.

Originally Posted by FightingSpirit

And if I can't come at you sideways then I'll come at you blunt,
My words'll be like a hammer to this startling affront,
Even Nietzsche knew not play with fire in case he got burnt
So back up while I stack these words and smack yours all down.
You seem to like to pick up phases already found
Maybe it's high time you got a claim of your own,
'cause "This here's my gold, sonnie. You best run."
You hear? No fear? Well alright then,
maybe losing this is just a little too frightenin'
for your big ol' bruised ego? I don't know... Sh!t.
My Id thinks yours ain't half as scary as he is.

I be front'n on u nxggaz...
I mean i dont go sideways...
Are you that dumb?? I can tell ur in a blank gaze...

My barz are hard hitting...
No Kidding...
Ur face is shapeshifting...
From these barz im submitting...
unwitting...
and outbidding...
evertime u think ur winning...
Im out spitting these barz and u stay omitting...
what im saying is my shxt be transmitting...

but u just be taking off like a blind pigeon...
I compared you to a pigeon...
Doesnt mean ur up high...
Did i forget to mention that the mother fxxking pigeon died...

My lines making you c0ck eyed??
Its like ur lines got all tied....
My mind dont sleep but urs got stirred and fried...
It aint a big lie...

Drop more barz and im sure you'll even laugh at yourself...
Ur pathetic just like the lines you wrote that i read...

See u shouldn't be writing barz if you aint competitive....
I did ask a few friends if ur barz was ight they said "negative"
See my barz are obviously tighter...
To you my rhymes are like a cypher...
Ur useless...took ur brains out like a military sniper...
Ur a baby rapper....here...take this diaper...
You might **** urself when the barz take effect...
Like a pilot in a jet...tht shxt just gonna eject...

Ur mind is not all there....
The next time u wake up you'll be in intensive care...
Say a word of prayer...
Make sure you have healthcare...
My rhymes are beyond wicked it'll fxxk you up beyond repair...

Its just part of the warfare....
See your nervous...look at ur mother fxxking blank stare...
Im just like that billionaire tryna **** with a millionaire...
While u laying half dead and holla "That Aint Fair!!"....
Dont shout when ur next to a game stopper...
I'll drop kick ur *** call me the body dropper...
I fxxk bxtches and I get toppers...

I forget ur vocab aint alll that advance...
Toppers is head...
I had to break it down for you because by now your brain dead...
My barz are un-charted...
This just aint for the weak hearted...

I weighed in but u weighed out...
U know i aint lyin dont play dumb...
I would go on...
But see ur brains done...
Y'all tell him to do better so i can flame em...
Imma get my lighter and a spray can...
I dont blame em...
Its all from his subconscious...
I still Don't care, i don't even have the slightest fear.

I spit bar after bar, seemingly endlessly
I aint a frickin' star, I could give a frunk less about the industry
You don't want a war, you don't wanna be my enemy
I'm psycho to the core, I'll make you forget ya memory
I do this because I love it, y'all fakes do it for the mammon
Maybe nothin'll come of it, but screw it, I'm just slammin'
An ordinary loony path, just anotha freak these peeps aint undastandin'
I'll cut your head in half, and leave ya body in a house that's abandoned
I don't know why I'm rappin', maybe because I like spittin'
And if nothin' ever happens, I wont be pi$$ed because it didn't
Coz I'm just havin' fun, no reason to think about quittin'
I decide when I'm done, muthafunkas it is written
Like the dead sea scrolls, prophecy predicts my arrival
I aint a role model or a hero, I definitely aint no American Idol
The message is buried, to listen closely is vital
Coz the situation might get hairy if I ever go homicidal

LOL... Havin' fun
I have a gun
I spit bullets from the tip o my tongue

All I hear is blah blah blah, I aint even listenin'
Watchin' paint dry on the wall seems to be as interestin'
As readin' your choppy wishy washy bullsh|t
Chump, get out the pulpit, yeah, you, you're the culprit
And you know it too
You know it's you
You write like a skitsofrantic 4 year old with a crayon
But it's my playground that you play on
You spit segmented nonsensical flows and then you wanna hate on
What? Sh|t... anybody?
You're the antigen, I'm the antibody
Coz ya wack rap sounds like boo boo in the potty
So shut up and sit down coz I'm a put you in the corner if ya naughty
I got the all seein' eye like I was illuminati
And who can stop me?
Certainly not you, you're just a hobby

All I see is wannabes
Aint no real emcees, honestly
Aint no gonna bes
And please, just back up off of me
I'll put you in place, where you oughta be
Your sh1t's a disgrace, why you even crossin' me?
I take off for deep space at a high velocity
To get away from all of the atrocity
Stop accostin' me
With ya wack rap, you need a lobotomy
I got it down to a t
And you lack that formula that would make you a boss to me
Aint no talent blossoming
It's all dross to me
A bunch of fools gossiping
Is all I see

this thread is like a low security airport, " nobody's feelin him "
maybe cause he spitts the " same **** " more than a stuttering synonym
tell me, who brought the women in, am I battlin ladies or gentleman,
you bastards make me so nauseous, I'm vomittin out phenegrans,
let's see you find your appendix when, I dismember your torso
I'll verbally smash your cerebral, so f*** your thoughts ***
I'm in applause mode, I'm murking lames for the audience
I made your verse your eulogy, your mom hasn't called me since

I'm spittin lyrical sodomy, stuff your verse up ya *****, make a lame b&tch kabob*
If you brought a talent manual, sue whoever ripped you off
I will strip your thoughts, leave you danglin with an empty cranium*
you're leavin with bruises and scars that I guarantee ain't a win
this image that I paint is sin
wack emcees like y'all are my muse*
y'all are more useless than a old b&tch's fallopian tubes
I shall provoke and abuse, whose next for alphabetical assault & battery
I will continue to spam with illness until all your caskets leave
this is multiple casualties, I'm a walking genocide
tell PETA I'm rockin a no punchlines havin fur coat, which means, I'll skin your hide

What? Hold up a minute, you call them wack ***** bars rap?
Looks like to me, it seems to be that the alphabet took a large crap
Fool, I'm here to slap some sense into the rap game
So if you wack you might get slapped mane
All I see is a dam shame
No reason to pop open the champagne
Aint nobody celebratin' ya irritatin imitation of a lyricist
But if y'all want a true lyrical miracle, well here it is
See how clear it is?
Settle down now, I'll be makin' more appearances
I come from the shadows to take ya to the gallows
No more feeble battles, ya trickery is sallow
Comparatively ya babble, I plant seeds in ground that's fallow
I know ya rattled, coz this place you've entered is hallowed
You're up the creek without a paddle, and the water's not shallow
When I say bow you fraggle, you say HOW LOW?