Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

Dude, why did you post up my verse when your verse was directed at KennyNeverDies? Lol

Sorry... SOrry for the last couple of bares they were pretty wack. but They're true.

Kenny, I wish I could explain,
Why tragedy happen to the innocent for no reason,
and why death lingers the terrain,
So I got down on my knees and,
Prayed to a God I not yet belived in,

He rewarded my blind faith with everlasting eternity,
But To walk on water requires you to take the first step,
Like my mom not geting that abortion at 6 months of maternity,
And when science told me my cancer's terminal then it just up and left,

But it wasnt through my own beleif of what's wrong and what's right,
it was an omnicient God, I relied on and not site.

So attack my God, I wont hurt me,
because unlike your compensation,
Big J.C(jesus Christ) will never desert me.

Your theory is for the blind to lead the blind,
and mine is to embrace grace and leave all elsee behind


This is over. I'm not replying again. Good Battle

Homie got so heated, he stopped rapping altogether
Congratz Tmax n Kenny, you made that b;itch Black alter levers
Under the weather? Or just high arterial pressure?
Look it up
Illiterate F3ck
Its means what you Red is better than the blood flow in your arteries
Longer sentence don't mean no flow, just harder to read
For a novice, William Wallace rapper like yourself
Only knows one flow, the period he got at age 12
"No Temp I'm actually CHRISTOPHER Wallace"
Lets check, is your own flow flawless?
Nope, well are you at least modest, with a future full of promise?
Nope, well are you at least polished with a solid domain, your own rap office?
Nope, do you at least flip scripts with precision that could never miss?
Nope, do you suck dik ever since you couldn't admit that your opponents can spit?
Hell yes..
It's easy to be a G that tears the ground to pieces
But see, the skill increases when you can grab hold of a thesis
Squeeze it, till it you believe like the dude above me, JesusFreak
And any else who see it, will smile, admit its above decent
Not cuz they want approval..they don't need it
But because it releases any reasons to not improve
Still got hatred left? Release it
I mean it, whatever Template you still tryna feel, delete it

I got bars and love for all, its never depleted

Cant beat me, I already see ya face red, what, ya got a fever. Wait, is this a battle? I had a worse time beating Justin Beiber.
Girl I can already see you in the future, in my shadow. Girl right now, I think ya should just skidadle.
Don't worry, it's alright to start to pout.
I am just gonna say, learn to rap and get out.
Here, for challenging me, I'll give ya a slap. Why am I against this phony, she can't even rap.
She just wants to look cool in front of her friends. I heard better from them stereos. You trying to rap should go on America's funniest home videos.
When I rap, I make my victims feel like their choking under the Hudson bay. Ima say this once, sit down now, don't try to rap, and have a nice day.

Originally Posted by BackInBlack

I hear what you're saying but I believe you're wrong about my verses, particularly this one that was well knit, intricate, maybe short but definitely to the point and stayed on track well with the message I was trying to convey to you.-------------------->

You're a dam liar if you say this verse isn't dope.

I wear a psychiatric hospital gown with no draws
And my @ss is hairy
I don't fukk with y'all, All of my
Friends are imaginary
Everything about me is grouchy and unsanitary
Hate women and I'm anti- letting faggots marry
My vocabulary prevents me from being big
DJs won't even spin my sh1t they just repeat the trend
So I held a daycare center hostage, sweet revenge
Play me on the radio and maybe I'll release the kids!
Fukk trying to shop a deal, I need to talk to Dr. Phil
Before I fill this clip with hallow tips and find a cop to kill
They locked me in pandoras box, all hope was lost until
Someone spilled the blood of 60 Christians and unlocked the seal
My thoughts are filled with twisted fantasies dark illusions
And visions of humans piled on a grill BBQ'n
I don't want to touch your heart with music
I want to physically touch your heart snatch it out your chest, rip it apart and chew it!
I'm on the edge Cuz and I'm smoking bed bugs
I'll cut off your fukking calves, now all you have is leg nubs
I'm a hematomaniac, that means when I see red blood
It gets my dikk two times harder than special ED was
This is ain't a rap, this is a mother fukking cry for help
I can't control the epic three headed monster inside myself
When you muthafukkas find my dead body hanging behind the shelf
Do me a favor put my cokk away, and untie the belt

'I hear what you're saying but I believe you're wrong about my verses, particularly this one that was well knit, intricate, maybe short but definitely to the point and stayed on track well with the message I was trying to convey to you'

If youre so dam good why do you attempt to reassure yourself through persuasion? Honestly ive ALWAYS thought youre average at best. Rapping is a different ball game than battle rapping, when you can come up with something that doesnt sound like a rip off eminem reply back soldier.

Originally Posted by Jarod Doty

Cant beat me, I already see ya face red, what, ya got a fever. Wait, is this a battle? I had a worse time beating Justin Beiber.
Girl I can already see you in the future, in my shadow. Girl right now, I think ya should just skidadle.
Don't worry, it's alright to start to pout.
I am just gonna say, learn to rap and get out.
Here, for challenging me, I'll give ya a slap. Why am I against this phony, she can't even rap.
She just wants to look cool in front of her friends. I heard better from them stereos. You trying to rap should go on America's funniest home videos.
When I rap, I make my victims feel like their choking under the Hudson bay. Ima say this once, sit down now, don't try to rap, and have a nice day.

Ur the only girl, stop takin stuff off the web , were only battling cause last time Yuh fled, my flow is more iconic than the sky, yours made your own self cry, I'll be in ur shadow,what kinda rhyme is DAT? When my verse is done ull jump off a cliff and splat! It was a mistake on your part to step to me, might as well jump i n yur own grave, I got the fire that'll make you my slave, so stop u pretend rapper, stop tryin, my verse is done, oh look I made jarod start cryin.

Black, it's a sin to rap
With your half-as$ no having im-pact
Can't even form a proper syntax
Were your synapses intact, when you said "I don't care"?
Then why post 5 raps in a row? Frontin' cold butthurt polar bear
Wished at least one of them verses would be fire...no hope there
Now go write a garbage rebuttal that starts with "its a sin to rap"...unoriginal witcho laissez faire

Now back to Monster, this nerdy nemesis
My words turn to genesis
Point your flaws out like picture perfect pessimists
Decent rebuttals, but delivery lost it's menace
Soft n Delicate
How you a Monster if your past is dis-credited?
Oh dont be upset, you mean a 'lyrical' monster I get it.
Then why your verbs lack a predicate?
Actin' like your in my class, when you couldn't pass the prerequisite


99 huh? That's cute and fine bruh
Cuz even if you flew a 'jay', you'd never be able to be 'Z
Or be his b;tch either like B-yee
On tape, that 'Yoncé, sound better than you tryna copy 'André
3000' different attempt's at name flippen, none qualified as the main entrée
I'll let you try flippen 'one last time', better make it 'Grande'
If it ain't 'inferno', I'll send it back to hell like 'Dante'

Now that's how you reference hip-hop culture
Eat monster like a top vulture
Da Vinci with the sculpture, its how I created your good half
Your hood half, fightin' back, but that's when your writings wack
Your white side like, "Template is sure right in that, I might have to bite his tracks!"

No prick, our levels have distance
Persistence mixed with efficient assistance, can hinder a bitter resistance
Like how I lifted Kenny's writtens to a greater position
I'm vigorous, gifted with my vicious condition
Burning your twisted existence
Learn to be consistent
Calls me homophobic, but then spits some gay-jokes.
..Ok bro? Make up your mind, you anti or pro?
Tree hugging gangster, if an ant died, you'd know.

I do love internal rhymes
Eternally mine, through the turn of time
So till the court is adjourned, your highness can sit on a burning 'vine'
'7 second clips' is enough to shoot your squirming 'nine'
Don't hold it to my 'temple' if you can't step into my learning 'shrine'.

It's apparent your parents laughed
When you mentioned pursuing rap, with your pair of new extended paragraphs
Pairing up your shorter stanzas, like "that'll scare his pants off"
Hands off,
It's just an expression, don't f3ckin ask for my man sauce

Raise tempo? Go get a raise after suckin off your damn boss.

Damn you ripped me up. I'm not even sure if I can come back from this lol

Originally Posted by Template

Homie got so heated, he stopped rapping altogether
Congratz Tmax n Kenny, you made that b;itch Black alter levers
Under the weather? Or just high arterial pressure?
Look it up
Illiterate F3ck
Its means what you Red is better than the blood flow in your arteries
Longer sentence don't mean no flow, just harder to read
For a novice, William Wallace rapper like yourself
Only knows one flow, the period he got at age 12
"No Temp I'm actually CHRISTOPHER Wallace"
Lets check, is your own flow flawless?
Nope, well are you at least modest, with a future full of promise?
Nope, well are you at least polished with a solid domain, your own rap office?
Nope, do you at least flip scripts with precision that could never miss?
Nope, do you suck dik ever since you couldn't admit that your opponents can spit?
Hell yes..
It's easy to be a G that tears the ground to pieces
But see, the skill increases when you can grab hold of a thesis
Squeeze it, till it you believe like the dude above me, JesusFreak
And any else who see it, will smile, admit its above decent
Not cuz they want approval..they don't need it
But because it releases any reasons to not improve
Still got hatred left? Release it
I mean it, whatever Template you still tryna feel, delete it

I got bars and love for all, its never depleted

Your best friends said 'bye Tem'.
..They didn't say 'bite Em'.
You can write "Red" in your text, but it isn't;
We see your name at the top and just skip them.
Check the cynicism; yeah you rep a big division..
pen a script and Temp'll split; religious schism.
You'd better duck.. I ain't even mention guns..
Just reach to pull out a phone and Temp'll Run.

Stencils suck. your threat's defunct; I'm the antidote.
I'll tag your toe Tem' like a Navaho graffer though.

Best hone texts slow
Coz of what Temp owes.
Check, yo.. Let's go.. fresh so the depth shows..
Never murky and dirty like Tem's flows.

Yes? No?
Admitting it was "hard to read", thank you T.
The hardest since the palmist and the amputee.
Don't think I meant it, and don't get defensive..
Prospero to commonfolk; I'm just making Temp p*ssed.
Forgive the standard arrogance,
Then give Temp a release like anger management.
"Thesis" ..? T's is?
Surely he teases.

Named himself 'Template'.. ain't my fault..
When crowds find his outline as white chalk on sidewalk.

[Chorus] x2
Lil f*ckboy bnb I'm tired of this,
You know this gonna be a track cos you tied to this,
You had your chance, you tried to diss,
I've took the cake, you know you want a bite of this.

[Verse 1]
Black's shook now,didnt think this would happen,
Spat 16 bars mainly about gun clapping,
When he saw defeat he let go of the rapping,
Instead resorted to old bars, mate stop slacking,
I could rip you apart, take you to Shits Creek,
Throw away the paddles, you know you in this deep,
I write bars like this in my sleep,
I'm the reason that BRabbits knees weak,
Gonna find a beat, so I can record this on a CD,
Get your mum bumping it, begging to see me,
I don't need to spit all technical when I aint feeling it,
I can rip apart your phrenic nerve so you won't be feeling it,
Punch you in the mouth til you reeling, kick,
You in the brain, best tell god you'll be seeing him,
JesusFreak I bodybagged you time to put you in the wheelie bin,
Back to Black, cos this time I'm not leaving him.

[Chorus]x2

[Verse 2]
Black thinks he's better than average,
One step above the usual savage,
I don't know what kind of delusion this man's in,
He's gonna learn its all about the body like Shirley Manson,
Thinks he's Eminem taking kids for ransom,
Future paedophile alert, someone get Chris Hanson,
Take a seat, black, I just wanna talk,
On the online chat extracts, it says you wanna pull your ****,
Out, rub it in to this kids thighs,
He's only 13, no point tryna lie,
Got the evidence we need, to put you behind bars,
You just wanted to link up, now you're the kind class,
Teachers warn their kids of,
I'll leave it here for now, I think I've finished you good enough,
In case you reply, thinking you all tough,
Just remember you got a softer middle than oreo double stuff.

[Chorus] x2

[Outro]
**** black, and **** all of you who don't realise what a real lyricist looks like. I do this in my spare time people. **** talking about dedication when you haven't got a job, not doing a degree, just smoking weed all day. I'm out.

Originally Posted by _SBU

Your best friends said 'bye Tem'.
..They didn't say 'bite Em'.
You can write "Red" in your text, but it isn't;
We see your name at the top and just skip them.
Check the cynicism; yeah you rep a big division..
pen a script and Temp'll split; religious schism.
You'd better duck.. I ain't even mention guns..
Just reach to pull out a phone and Temp'll Run.

Stencils suck. your threat's defunct; I'm the antidote.
I'll tag your toe Tem' like a Navaho graffer though.

Best hone texts slow
Coz of what Temp owes.
Check, yo.. Let's go.. fresh so the depth shows..
Never murky and dirty like Tem's flows.

Yes? No?
Admitting it was "hard to read", thank you T.
The hardest since the palmist and the amputee.
Don't think I meant it, and don't get defensive..
Prospero to commonfolk; I'm just making Temp p*ssed.
Forgive the standard arrogance,
Then give Temp a release like anger management.
"Thesis" ..? T's is?
Surely he teases.

Named himself 'Template'.. ain't my fault..
When crowds find his outline as white chalk on sidewalk.

_S changed my name just to suit his verse
Ok 'Tem' will entertain, insults dispersed

_S says he's before Tem, seed of the fruit
That makes I: '_Stem' of your root
Soon to be or too soon it is
_S wants to speak in riddles, his tune is quizzed
Passed with an A, or last in race
Future holds no B, daughter it is
'Mack wanted to 'Buy _S' now he wouldn't buy it
I Fathered your style, you wanna deny it
_S like "But I joined first, you after me"
Your fashion is dated like 'meu meu': u after me

"Wait somethings wrong, he sound like I do?"
Im not biting, just writing, to show a better refined you
A blind dude, could see your worst mistake
You forsake rhymes completely, just for the sake of wordplay
So go ahead and recycle your bars _S, its Earth Day

Sit n listen, when a pimp is spittin
Mix subtle rebuttals with explicit disses
"Fresh so the depth shows''?
Roots remain underground: implicit vision
If none see, than none believe
If a nun see, _S with weed
She'll enunciate her first word, then rip his tongue and teeth
Not cause weed is sin, but cause his scripture was that terrible
Unbearable for pairs of people,
Let alone lone readers to stare so feeble

_S ordered two wide c0cks
One Black in the back, while 'Mack rides the top
Of the one eyed cyclops
"Raise a phone"? Please, he couldn't even hide a glock
Why? He couldn't find a spot
I leave footprints in rap, _S just kisses my "sidewalk"



You'd do well to "see my name and skip it"
Your flips I rip it
I've seen better flips with bacon in a skillet

Just realised I've been letting a pupil suffer in silence,
Eyes flickering, contorting under his eyelids,
You a one man army? Barely a viking,
You keep slipping under my radar, cos its obvious you tryin,
But the beeps far away so why'd i be frightened,
You gotta be close or on my level to be a worthy adversary,
But you ain't done this before, raps own virgin Mary,
Now spitting biblical, is something I try to avoid,
Dont have the belief of Pacquiao, and you sure ain't Floyd,
Muhammad Ali, are you mad that i lead?
You running in the ring, should be scared of my speed,
Technicians mind with the soul of a fighter,
You a can of gas i'll ignite with a lighter,
Pro found swinging on the chandelier, i Sia,
Breath of relief, finally ended that poor excuse of a writer.

Yo, you might have rattled my stone cold persona but ya still persona non grata. I always come back.
I'm still steady claimin' you caint rap. Got new bars for y'all... it's too large for y'all. Y'all will never be ready... NEVER.

I'm here to set the facts straight
A very dam few of y'all's rap's great
Maybe most of y'all should perhaps wait
Until ya'll are done sucklin raps lactate
I'm not claimin' to be rap's master
But I don't care who raps faster
They could still be a typical wack bastard
Run of the mill half asser
In a few of you I've seen large improvement
But some of y'all too big for ya britches
And ya b1tches aint got the bars to prove it
And still keep chargin' through it
But if ya arent' too fluent I just wouldn't pursue it
You tards are stupid, only them with heart can do it
I'm a Juggalo so I aint even gotta start a movement
We a world wide crew and when we come to do what we gotta do... we are a unit

So KennyNeverDies, Template, Taylor Maximus and all the other haters can jump off a bridge and hold hands
Don't look down you dikk suckin' mitch bade muthafukkas and pray that you don't land...

I hold to that Grade A instinct
Even though I'm havin' a hard time makin' ends meet
And all of my haters say I'm mince meat
But I've got it in my mind to bring intense heat
Against those who would stand against me
Did you think I'd just leave when you dissed me?
He11 naw, I'm a blow y'all b1tches up like I was Ted Kaczynski
Then go to the bar and get a whiskey
They thought they won but I LET THEM HIT ME for sportsmanship
But now that's all done and I'm torchin' sh1t
So you better make sure your blinds is closed and your porch is lit
Coz this night just might play out like a horror flick
It's goin' down like it was written in the stars
So if I chop y'all into punk chunks you'll be spittin' injured bars
So don't pretend your hard, just end your charge
Y'all can go to hell and never get well and I'm not sendin' cards coz my ninja bars
Will cut your b1tch asses like a scalpel blade
Even in my direct vicinity there tends to be shrapnel spray
You'll either fall or fade but my raps will stay
Any of y'all that thinks it's all a game, I would advise you to just back away
Put your raps away, you aint even in the same echelon
You only think you are but your about as hard as the pillow that ya head rests upon
I don't rest at all coz the death of y'all is the quest I'm on
Just when you think you got me figured I transform like a Decepticon
And dip into my lexicon coz I gotta make y'all pay all day in the very worse way
So I can wrap this up, not give a fuk and party harder than Charlie Sheen on his birthday
Feelings get hurt when I'm on that "winning" word play
So tell me again why I should give a flyin' fuk what you nerds say?

uhh, ima tell you ***** you not my competition ima always win throw me in and im goin in i aint runnin i am comin to you im about to get it cause i bought and i really lit it all them nights im ona mission no nights ima be here no hope in my vision dont need no intervention you aint got no writers and even if you did i could not point em out and they all gone be missin
wonderin why im still here if you know better not act a fool if you met me you try to be brave and step up but yo crew is to scary plus im to legendary its what we go hard for i rock you i block you you on top you get knocked off yea im takin you place i make it my property maybe its a game to you but its a life to me, so maybe its right for me i annihilate em if they in my way of sight i keep em apart from me a weakness in yo vacant we never tight
every time i get it to him i be lookin at em lookin pitiful in that condition it be critical nothin less than original this the end of you .
who's next?

BackInBlack is back to settle the score
I never slack in rap in fact I'm back better than ever before
I dole out vengeance to these infants that've never severed the chord
They like to think they're better but clever detoured
And went the other way like it was runnin' from the walkin' dead
And your come back is exactly what I would expect comin' from a talkin' head
Your daddy shoulda stopped, thought and shot you out of his c0(k into a sock instead
You really thought you could rap? When did you get off your meds?
Your doctor said as far as thinking goes you should not often binge
But you had to aggravate me and ya had to make me blow this sh1t off the hinge
Fukkin' wit' me is a violation which incites annihilation but it's not revenge
I'd like to say it's deeper y'all but it's just a free for all like this kinda thing often is
So your only option is apocalypse for talkin' sh1t that's not legit
I've slaughtered y'all so many times in so many rhymes but for some reason I'm still not content
So tell your parents and all adherents here on AllTheLyrics that this is by all appearance The Top Event

Bring it on...

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
****k who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to find the light inside us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin well be thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors like hookahs and i call my main ***** pookah
me and my capers- be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a ***** and then you die

Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne, **** it now im in my zone, **** the girl i thought i owned.
she ****ed me over, now shes on her own, she left me for "a better *****" but look he aint even got a home. that ***** was roothles, when fake *****s **** me over i leave em toothless, i aint the best rapper but ill show you how to do this.

I told you I was a fukkin headcase
Now you're drawing flies and it seems I'm wearing your dead face
I gotta move your body and it'd probably be a little less wobbly if it wasn't all dead weight
About to head straight to Red Lake and take lead weights
Attach 'em to your remains, this and chains should maintain your stay on the bed of the lake
By the way, I wrote this for the Head of the State
Coz I wanna see his elitist and grievous head on a plate
Or even better severed and drippin' red on a stake
You can't tell Obama lies? As a child you must've been traumatized by a lotta guys on your bottom sides
So now you're one of the lobotomized that stands with Barry to make it legal for fags to marry and not compromise on gettin' sodomized
For my freedom of speech I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE
Even if it tends to offend you, what I've said still qualifies
As Freedom of Speech
It's in the Bill of Rights, read 'em and weep
And yes, indeed I'm a creep, I'll find the wolves and lead 'em to sheep
Fukk the whole world and feed 'em the skeet

Yo Kenny (because Temp and Tay gangbanged my anus xD),

Finally, I found a paragraph to tear in half
Just maxin, relaxin, kick out a chair and laugh
At Kenny's slowly growing ego
He's still a dam pu$$y balder than an eagle
I beat the pu$$ies Latin, White, Asian, Negro
But how many dope lines has he truly spit? Zee-ro
"Hi, I'm Kenny and I'm a bad @ss motherfukin Hee-ro
I'm always with my grams, and no I don't mean kilos
Also, I'm eating Hot Cheetos, that's how I'm spittin all this fire
And my sh1t'll get you tired, every time I repost!"

Man I ain't even gotta try...

Why is Kenny not a GOAT? Bro that sh1ts plain to see,
He's only decent when his dad's c0ck splits his anus, then it rips painfully.
And shamefully, he's not quite the man he's always claimed to be,
Cuz the only "creative juices" his brain released,
Have a tendency to stain the sheets.
We never battled before, well I battled whilst Kenny spat prose aimlessly,
But then came defeat,
He refrained for weeks while his pain decreased and I tamed the beast
But now he crawls back,
Thinking he's the big d1ck and not the ball sack
No one's your dam pupil, Pro-Found ain't even followed you
Your mom should've just fuking swallowed you
The shell from my slug is a reflection of the same ol' hollow you

^^^Funny sh;t especially the grams/Kilos line
Get ready for a long azz battle with Kenny, telling you now he doesn't stop replying lol,
well at least he got a tad bit better so i'm looking forward to reading the back n forths between you 2
(Side note: _S running out of material, can't reply to his own initiated battle)

I'm laying girls out, Tanner Mayes,
This shi t pays, People praise me,
She had my baby, But she Cray-zzzzzz,
Bi-polar, I'm off in the solar,
System, Hoes I fist em,
Lock the puss y up, Prism,
Money always on my mind,
Shaking you from your spine,
Flow so good should be a crime,
I'm in my prime, All I need is time.

You ll chooke you broke you provoke me youll rap like crap I had all of your mamas sitting on my lap while in the god of rap yall are the kings and gods of crap while im in the hall of fame you all in he hall of shame yall afraid becuase I got my fame you dont got my flame you sound so lame your parents are ashamed of yall name