Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Shut the **** up ill,
Your too quick with your mouth,
Your *** needs to chill,
Before someone straightens you out.

You ain't got no hoes,
Your rhymes ain't got no truth,
A threat do you not pose,
Cuz there's no living proof,

So now your a hustler,
Makin hella stacks,
A true life ****in buster,
Only getting *** with cash,

Am just new here and I'm in a rapper.. I wonna be a battle rapper and I'm here to challenge...can I have a friend here that where teach me how to operate the site

You can't hustle in this
Your rap's shitty/
It's a pity that your girl ain't got titties/
But she does have tissues/
And a hell of a lot of issues/
That's why she's always pissed whenever i see her with you/
Plus it's your **** that's a joke/
Seems like you were gonna choke on a chode in the first line you wrote/
I'm speaking anaphorical/
This **** will be historical/
There will be a statue in the portables/ of me coated in a robe dunking your face into shitted urinal/
Humiliate you/
Anti-interrogate you/
After i saw your rap It made me say/
*****. I hate you./
I'll break into your car and i'll **** on the seats/
And piss in the gas tank/
Just so you know that i'm dirtier than a hand-to-*** spank/
Don't be a **** you never grew.
Take a hint. Get the clue.
I'm done with you.

How can you talk about his girl when you ain't even got none.
you touch little boys like Michael Jackson.
I shouldn't even have to bust this rhyme.
Just a look at your lyrics and I know you're a waste of time.
I should be name Keys cause I open the door to a world of pain.
My lyrics are like a mixture of a volcano and a tornado, insane.

Originally Posted by Montelforte

How can you talk about his girl when you ain't even got none.
you touch little boys like Michael Jackson.
I shouldn't even have to bust this rhyme.
Just a look at your lyrics and I know you're a waste of time.
I should be name Keys cause I open the door to a world of pain.
My lyrics are like a mixture of a volcano and a tornado, insane.

Don't think you got what it takes
to reach this level muthaF***
shoot you in the temple
make you pop a blood vessel
have you turn just a Lil mental
so here's a pencil
and go write about the devil
just be careful hope
my advise is a Lil bit helpful
and not to stressful
and don't hurt your dorsal
Just in case you didn't know
your rhymes blow
They can't even put on a show
My ryhmes will mudra you
dig you six feet under
They're like roars of thunder
Make a boy wonder
Excuse me as I pop this pill
Send your ryhmes down the hill
Send you back to Brazil
So don't get offended by what I say,
this is just a free will
Or I'll knock you out like Ray
So you better Obey
Or make way
as I walk upon the people
Underneath me and praise me
While I live free

Originally Posted by _RhythmGod_

Don't think you got what it takes
to reach this level muthaF***
shoot you in the temple
make you pop a blood vessel
have you turn just a Lil mental
so here's a pencil
and go write about the devil
just be careful hope
my advise is a Lil bit helpful
and not to stressful
and don't hurt your dorsal
Just in case you didn't know
your rhymes blow
They can't even put on a show
My ryhmes will mudra you
dig you six feet under
They're like roars of thunder
Make a boy wonder
Excuse me as I pop this pill
Send your ryhmes down the hill
Send you back to Brazil
So don't get offended by what I say,
this is just a free will
Or I'll knock you out like Ray
So you better Obey
Or make way
as I walk upon the people
Underneath me and praise me
While I live free

Now this **** just got interesting.
Your lyrics ain't offending.
How can you talk about shooting me when the only lead you've ever held is in your pencil?
I use the devil as my writing utensil.
Just to make my lyrics a little bit more evil.
I ain't from Brazil but Belize.
Where skill is all around like a disease.
My rhymes do blow... blow you away.
Leaving shock and surprise with nothing to say.
You just dug your own grave.
The road to Hell you just paved.
You're about to feel true pain.
Sit back and relax cause i'm the king in this domain.

And while I new to the game I ain't new with the the lyrics and while ya p**** n***** hating ima keep appricating the fact that yall *****s know Im the best in the world and yall rap come out like u is a lil girl don't hate me hate the world cause I was eminem gave yall *****s a warning now my time has come bow down to ya hinest cause this rap battle won

vapid rappers.. - y'all are rapid laughers til you're challenged
end the frantic chatter and help set a valid standard
instead of acting like a brat who's just content to have the password
why not access better aspects, then possess a valued answer
y'all happily bang the hammers but assign no worth to sickles
but before a soldier goes to war you know he has to work a little
y'all are fast to lash with anger if we don't defer the simple
fact your swagger-lacking language is too lyrically literal
think - what determines crystal? what turns carbon to diamond?
you'll remain worthless in life unless you alter your atom alignment
y'all flatter the silent, since their vibrance stays unbridled
while your simple scriptures only sign complacent blindness
there are greater prizes than the pale horizons that you settle for
to claim a triumph try sophisticated hybrid rhymes & metaphors
I will not patronise you any more. I will not put up with the self-absorbed
if you don't like it, prove to me that you can rise to a better norm

Watch and I'll show you how this is gonna go
All of you regular go to's have gotta go
I play in a land of smoke of mirrors wit' a broken phone
Come back and phantoms appear danglin' by their broken bones
So let it be known that I wanna watch you bleed for me
Coz No One's goin' peacefully
So if you want a piece of me just come and get it
I'll be right here with a candle lit up, smokin' on somethin' terrific
And I know I don't have to get specific so take it how you want it
Coz I'm the ghost wit' the most and from coast to coast I leave 'em haunted
And I don't regret sh1t, from day one
I don't even mind lettin' 'em think that they've won
So All the Danial Sans that wax on wax off
Can get hacked off if they ever think that I'll ever rap soft

*******As An Aside

You got problems in your life I can help you through it
You tried to dump me once before but you couldn't do it
You had insomnia, muscle and bone pain
Worse than when you tried to leave my cousin named Cocaine
You were vomiting, restless, had cold flashes
It's just you and me no one knows you're an addict
You're psychically depending on me now. Don't you see that?
You would die without me in your life, believe that
I've infected your heart and callapsed your veins
I have done severe damage to your brain
Because of me you've had bacterial infections
A small price to pay that's the cost of my affection
The high is wearing off, you're drowsy for a couple of hours
My affect has got your mental function all clouded
Your heart rate drops your respiratory system slows
You're slowly fading as a victim of my overdose
You needed me but don't you see I don't need you
There's a lot of people in this world that need me too
I just used you like the stupid b1tch you are
I left you dead in your own vomit on the kitchen floor
I didn't care about you; you're just a b1tch to me
I know you cheated on me with my brother Ecstasy
We got more people to infect, you can't stop me
There's rehabs and clinics but people still can't drop me
I've been on a killing spree for decades now
There ain't nothing in this world that's gonna slow me down

My soul dangles in the abyss
I grab hangers and twist
That sh1t around ya throat b1tch
Don't quote sh1t, it's hopeless
Fuk chakras, I choke twits
Muthafukas it's not a joke it's
Me high on coke it's hocus pocus
For jokers, tokers
And children of the Lotus
And in case you haven't noticed
I'm mad wit' focus
And this is my savage opus
That's the dopest
So hatas act attrocious
But imagine locusts
Coz this is the end, no condolenses

No... Condolenses

You know who i am?
Of cause you dont cause im made by dodge
and im the ****in ram, **** im about to make the gran slam,
next thing you know your life is going to be over like bamm.
You all right? Right cause if your not this is your last night
Holly **** im on fire, like god damn, im a computer built with unlimited ram.

I'm death proof like a fukin' walkin' zombie
It takes more than a hundred and twenty shots to drop me
I'm cold as ice like I like to play a lot of hockey
I'll sit a motherfuker down like Mahatma Ghandi
I'm on course to torture the entire nation
This is medieval rap, this is annihilation
People in the brazen bull hog tied and blazin'
Got b1tches hybernatin' in the iron maiden
I'm lookin' at you with the most pathetic stare
While I get a lap dance sittin' in the electric chair
Now what type of sick fuk would have sex in there
Then flip the switch right after he wets his hair?
It's no holdin' back, I'm goin' fool hardy
I'll draw a d1ck on your forehead wit' a dull sharpy
I used to kill teachers and then come to school tardy
I'll drown your kids in a pool and call it a pool party

I'm about to show these n1ggas a thang or two
Snatch a group of rappers out the booth and hang a few
The radio is on but them fools wont play the crew
Coz we out of pocket like a full grown kangaroo
Fuk your favorite Dj, I'll run up and choke his @55
Leave the studio soaked in gas
And throw a match
Now you spinnin' hot sh1t, disco inferno, it's twisted metal rap
I'll calypso a verse h0, I make music for the ratchets and the quagmires
You make music for the fagits and the vampires
So you can roast these nuts on a camp fire
I'm fixina blow like you cut the wrong dam wire
Obama's a damn liar, he needs to be exposed
I'm too much of a leader to be controlled
I got bodies in my house, let 'em decompose
Make some decent clothes out of the flesh and eat the bones

Fuk this matrix, I hate this
Fake sh1t, I can't take this
Face it, We're faceless
I can't believe so many embrace this
Willingly, it's villainy
It's killin' me, you feelin' me?
It seems to be that truth garners flippancy
And society honors biggity fools with no dignity
They wanna limit me but I wont join the crowd
Reality isn't a technicality, I keep two feet on the ground
And watch as everything goes to hell all around
Me as I prepare for when the sh1t really hits the fan
And sh1t get's really fukt, just like it's The Stand
We're deep in the quicksand and it can't be fixed when
We are the affliction but a quick fix is what the ungodly rich demand (The Elite)

They are the true kings and queens
Pulling strings behind the scenes
So if we want liberty there has to be a total defeat
Of the tyrannical animals known as the global elite
They are the children of the fallen
Moving forward, they're not stalling
So if we want freedom we've gotta beat 'em, it's gotta be a total defeat
Of these evil people we will continue to tag as the global elite

The African Honey Badger doesn't give a sh1t
I'll throw you off a roof and pray to God you hit a fence
It's fixina get intense
Thirty two bars of death that I could use to remove your livers with
B1tches, the truth hurts
Welcome to the Pain Olympics
I'll shoot up your school before your teacher takes attendance
With a shotgun to slay the wicked
Leave a hole in your house so big you'd think the Kool-Aid man paid a visit
And any witness that managed to come close
They didn't live to talk about it, so this sh1t is unspoke
I'm cutthroat
I'll rip out your lower intestines and force your b1tch to play a game of jumprope
Then split another wig
He caught a ninja star to the eye like that lil' muhfuka Butters did
I'm in the booth hidin' from the undercover pigs
Coz they know Chris Benoit likes to smother kids

I've been to Hell and back
Got kicked out for sellin' crack
And tryin' to kill the devil with an angelic axe
I'm preparin' raps to blow your fukin' soul to bits
N1ggas wanna tamper with the filth until they don't exist
So throw a diss and go against the katana
You better off tryin' to fukin' tongue kiss a piranha
I got a joke for you dumb fux
"What do you call two religious b1tches conjoined at the hip?
Nun-chuks."
This is uncut, this is how you're supposed to rhyme
The nine'll leave a rap critic with and open mind
I gave Batman a backbreaker and broke his spine
Then I wrote a line to make the fukin' Pope resign
You n1ggas non- violent
I'll set your house on fire and give your entire fukin family bronchitis
I got bodybags of all sizes
So I think all you fagit-@ss rappers need to fall silent...

Oh you think I'm a comedian Holmes?
And I won't sacrifice you at bohemian grove?
Strip down, streak in the robe run in traffic
And harass the women with my weenie exposed
Then pull a fat Asian b1tch off of her rice rocket
And shove a pair of chop sticks right in her eye sockets
Soon as I get tired of pleasing her
Bash her fuking head with a fire extinguisher
Went to the strip bar to get my d1ck hard
Left with the fuking tip jar full of discharge
Still begging for a lap dance
Half man half horse looking like a mother ****ing centaur
Spread syphilis to female feminists
I'm chillin' at the old folk's home gettin' intimate
Hey RobbMack, smell my finger, that's the senior citizens clitoris
Yeah I just got finished hitting it I'm dead serious

Coz I'm mad as he11
Probably I should be locked in a padded cell
Known to be panic prone, it's ya holmes from Idabel
And I'm so stoned that I might as well
Let ya know that aint nobody leavin' here alive tonight
Trust me homie, you will not survive the fight
I keep it China Vagina Tight
And blow sh1t up like dynamite
I'll ride a bike and still do drive bys wit' an uzi
Move into a convent run by nuns and still be gettin' booty
Sh1t is groovy
Hit this dooby
And let me finish what I started
I dedicate this to the dearly departed
And anybody that thinks me n rap's ever partin'
Honestly has gotta be clearly retarded

I got a rap for you
I learned how to rap autodidact, you may need to google that talk **** to me get ****ed with a gat from the back yiu little fag get attacked you liked to get ****ed in the *** im only 15 spittin this I deserve a plaque

Yo you call yourselfs lyricist
Come quit playin be serious
This is smoky
Better believe it when I say im mischief as lowkey
Dont bring heat Like you fu**in know me
This is a privilege you see
Get stoked
Before i make you choke

mr mischievous,I'm down to spit spouts,real low-key,even your stature couldn't enter my house….its the boogieman residing in sydney,i'll show much respect,until fellas wanna dis me…..da heat i'll bring it in any shape or form,…..phat caps in da bags,tagging trains till the early morn….dead set….living and loving,this hip hop game,done 3 years,lost da plot,air max n graff 89,who da **** can i blame…mi cosa es ami manera,proud latino ,como cera….si mi vida loca comes full circle,what a lucky **** yo era,y cuando mis hijos crecen,ima dwell in this *****y tierra

Where you from to start off?you probably from a lame *** city that hasnt had any criminal activity im just checking up on motha****as that act tuff spitting lyrics that are just silly im from the city were the murder rates go up quickly yeah i grew up in 27drake cicero known as the home of the big dope dealers

You speak of a high death rate, but we know you haven't contributed, just saying
Your flow is dead and mine is very alive so please begin praying
You're probably 13 years old so you have know right saying you "grew" up there
You have a squeaky voice, a head like a pear and 1 or 2 pubic hairs
Just stop before you reply and write a new bar
Stop acting like your tough when you're not old enough to drive your mom's car
I woulda said dad's car, but I get the feeling he skipped out during infancy
I whip foreigns while you write your bars on forums that are rather in-fancy (infancy? Get it)

That was the stupidest rap I've ever heard actin like your tough judgin by what u put your a nerd your skill is I'll take a pill and chill like damn u dont gotta be so mean to the guy your lyrics were so bad their melting my eyes I'm about to cry I feel so sad that someone can be that bad why you gotta talk about his dad that he may or may not of had you say your flow ks alive your pickin on this guy you ain't got no life your a lonely man that has no wife damn that rap was pathetic you have problems go see the medic my raps are strong like their magnetic this isn't the best rap I've done you can easily see how bad I'm doing I can hear the audience booing in my presence their dropping off presents I open em and see its better lyrics well **** them but now I can rap better than you did I bet your just a kid your rap skills were hid that why your raps are the worst **** the medic call the nurse I left better lyrics in her purse maybe you can win first but for now I'm rappin so sit your *** down and start tappin think of a beat we got beef so cook the meat you ain't no mc if you ever be on come see me . **** mine and ur rap its crap maybe I'll think of a better one after takin a nap or crap . I've been shot in the head instead I'm dead imma dig myself up outta my grave go to a rave get a shave and bathe then teach this kid how to behave I'm tired of this **** I'm done I'm dead I was shot by a gun again