Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.
 

Ok, I chose this Topic 'cause it draws a
lot of attention.
Who wants to talk about lowering their
car and suspension?
Well not me that's for sure, I wanna
talk about rappin'.
I wanna talk about giving y'all the
lyrical slappin' and smackin'.
I'm just an ordinary Schmoe, just sayin'
what's on my mind.
I gots ta keep up with my rhymin'
cause I'm always fallin behind.
But I got a mutha ****ing Civic that I
likes to ride at night.
I gots ta kick it with my homies cause
we like to keep it tight.
I got Craig David in the stereo doing
his thang.
I gotta b;tch on my d;ck that's ready to
swang.
I'm so tired of the radio and Eminem's
songs.
Can't he rap about something else but
fa9's dongs.
Every song that he sings, is the same
o'l ****ing thing
Can someone please show this mutch
****a how to sing.
On second thought I'll do it, it'll
probably sound better.
I got more flavor than swiss cheese,
boy, I'm like cheddar.
So if you think you can bring it, by all
all means do.
But don't get mad at me if my lyrics
bury you.



this was not meant to offend anyone in any way. It's all meant in fun and i wanna see if anyone here can flow. :)

:yes: love it

Re: Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.
 

:D I like this part.



But I'm definitely diggin' it. :thumbsup:

:banana: :dollar: :thumbsup: I can't flow...but I definitely think it's tight!!! Good job

:cool: cool

Yo here is PMoney
My words flow smooth like warm honey
The shit i bring it aint funny
But Im askin you not to hate
Because I represent the 248
Shut up sit down i'll make ya wait
Next thing i do is bring yo fate
Like a hit from terry tate
Youre goin down
While i take the crown
In the city of LO-town
This might make ya frown
But dont be sad
Dont get mad
My words are Iron-Clad
While yours are just a fad
They pass in time
Hell they dont even rhyme
The only skill you have is to mime
Be stealin shit from this dude
That type a shit is real rude
Makes me feel like I've been screwed
Outta some competition
Which of course is my mission
With your rhymes I see youre no tactition
Like in fast and furious I just hit the nos switch
And just like that Im out this B*tch...

(edit**for non-michiganians, 248 is an area code that is known as "rich" sector. Rappers "in the D" always make fun of those outside 810 code)
(And...youre not stealin rhymes from anyone...but its what i could think of at the time)

wooo good job slim shadies... lol

you peeps just keep rappin
....and I'll be dancin'.......wooot woot
:banana::stickman::stickman::banana:

Somebody hook these homies up with some record deals! :D

Your rap was ok,
but let me just say.
I leave a path of destruction
if you stand in my way.
But when I start to flow,
I like to let y'all know.
that 02 in da house
takin' over da show.
i wish i could write
but i think i just might
go get something to eat
cuz i am hungry for meat.
so for now i just chill
so take a purple "x" pill.

yo dawg i feel your rhyme
but I'll play this game 'til breakfast time
thats when I take a break from the day to day
stop hearin from people of the nra
'round here this place be full o hicks
they got no respect for my bag o tricks
the import scene here I represent
and me gettin trashed is a reoccuring event
so please excuse my disrespect
I meant nothing in your word's reject
I just take way too much offense
its simply my body's chemical defense
from words and things that irk me
thats why I had my rude R-E:
I guess Im done with this battle now
here's where I take my final bow
Thanks for lettin me have some fun
but like I said, with this shit Im done

i love em!

LOFL.

OWNED.

hey white boys best take a seat
while i bring this mad lyrical heat
pull up a chair get ready to stare
pull out a pen and enter the den
of a real lyricist from the 714
stuck in a hell full of honky mo-fo's
quick to strip you down to nothing
but long in bed to keep her coming
jump in my backseat cuz thats where you belong
driving from the back like i do your mom
don't touch my wheel cuz this speed kills
inflames the brain and cuts the wrists
step back and view my lyrical flips
left to the right and all to the side
are you sure you can handle this homicidal ride
through the land of my mind thats one of a kind
mass murdering mc's while i'm dropping a line
not jin da mc cuz i ain't full
just half an asian rhymin and always spyin
on peeps with skills that got me cryin
oh my god who let these guys rock da mic
i gotta hear some biggie or else i might
go insane with these poopy lyrics
did i just say poopy yeah you heard it
enough time spent dropping bombs on heads
and flowing profusely from the boca of lead
i more than killed all of you boys
let me know when you give up your toys
and become men and sing r&b
until then guys i gotta pee

ha ha ha ha ha.....daym....those are awesome! Keep it goin!!!!!

damn I dont know why I keep comin back
but looks like most a'y'all are gettin an anxiety attack
like a stock cx on a tuner street track
its now 3 in the battle for power
the game's a movin at 300 miles an hour
but from the tone of voice looks like its turnin sour
the white dis card has been brought out
thats somethin that you might wanna think about
lets keep that shit under wraps
I take pride in my white rookie crap raps
but I dont go round talkin bad 'bout j*ps ( ;) sorry dude...it rhymed and it fit the response you know jk)
oops Im sorry that just slipped from my mouth
language like that belongs in the deep dirty south
sounds like im a member of the ku klux clan
I really do have respect for the country of japan
for 1, Mr Honda is an a+ man
He is by far a proud nihonjin
he made money like a bad techno fiend
quality of builds that did intervene
Unfortunately I just laughed your word of "poopy"
that word less value than a pakistani rupee
did you steal that from 1 hit vitamin c?
Im just sittin here havin a blast
while some of these lyrics are so half assed
I can roll over them just stupid fast
but for real now I gots ta leave
hopefully you now can perceive
what Ive said on this midsummers eve
I know its all been said in jest
but Im sure as you may have guessed
you have just experienced a custom cardiac arrest

(lol i suck)

:thumbsup:

what to say
i think you're all gay
gettin all excited
over some words that inticed you
i cannot rap
im worth total crap
not an mc
i do not come from dc
just bored as hell
straight from a well
my words do not make sense
i'll shutup hence
because in your mind
all i am is a behind?



k like i said im bored and non of you all care when i post anything anyway so(this is invisible);)

^ lol... you sound like me...

sittin at work
aint got nothin to do
flipping through threads
comin accross you
why you think you can rap
you cant flow with this
i never rapped before
now here comes your dis
you aint real so go home
nobody wants you around
we represent 901
from the underground
this tale i propose
from my desk to yours
you cant rap for nothing
i see how your bluffin
this is how we get down
in memphis-town

Your rap seems tired, like you been tryin' for weeks
but what you expect, from someone who tweeks.
You probably spent all day, writing this down
listening over and over for speed of the sound.
But just when you thought, that you might have me beat,
I bumped up the rythm and showed you defeat.
Like I said it before, I got more flavor than swiss
but don't **** with my rhymin' or I'll have to dismiss.
I'm your teacher boy, and you got an "C"
you're just not the rapper to be flowin' with me.
You're ordinary see, but that's just how it goes.
While you be lickin' on weener, I be ****ing the ho's.
So let's bring it up, but wait, something sounds sweet,
Oh ya it's me bumpin' to the sound of the beat.
I got notes like Greddy , and flow like Flowmaster
I leave wishers like you in the path of disaster.
So just go to bed, before I take over your head,
And spit lyrics so violent that you wish you were dead.
And I'm out.

Just messin' wit you Highlander.. it's all good. :stickman:

yo yo yo here i go
i dont do rap but what the crap
i see yall flexin like u got somethin
but you are flatter than the flat ground
its not like you are sitting on a pitchers mound
but i am so yall better bow down
o2 you ant nothin but a flake.. i hope u get bit by my dog jake..
man this rap crap aint easy.. now i look slesy.. but what the hezzie i am boooredizze.. you feel me.. well i feel tired.. been working all day.. this rap is getting gay.. like richard simmons.. only worse.. this rap dont even have a good virse..but dont get mad, and please dont curse.. this can only get worse.. so now i am out scream and shout... u like it?

didn't ya'll clowns get the hint already
i'll make you my bit$% now your name is debbie
this stuff about cheese is so 4th grade
yeah your style is like cheese all moldy and grey
so i guess mine is like milk straight pasteurized
while your style is weak and unhomogenized
you all searching for rhymes like its a puzzle
now you found yourself at the end of my muzzle
before i pull the trigger i'll let you speak
just as long as you don't spit those lyrics so weak
the omniscient lyricist whose style is omnipotent
your words are flacid like a dick's that impotent
you need to go back to school again
and learn your abc's and how to count to ten
then you'll know how I multiply my rhymes
and turn every verse into a killer line
that puts holes in your chest like an army sniper
and hits you back in forth like a windshield wiper
yeah your notes are like greddy the quietest out there
go down on one knee and bow down to the master
just remember that every rhyme that i rumble
every verse that i spit and every line that i tumble
it's all just a battle with no repurcussions
so i'll see you in the future under off topic discussions

alright.......i got 02 up +1.....i aint even goin to try....this is all i'm about is downloading freestyles.....i just want to watch SCRATCH and listen to the breaks......keep goin meng

hell yeah....keep this goin'!

Hmm, ok, so I see it's like that.
I think you're just mad cause your momma is fat.
What's this rappin' you brining, that makes me attack
I'll pull around and pull a mutha ****ing jack from the back.
You kids just can't hang, with my intellection
you need a role model, to give you direction.
Your minds are so frail, so there's no room for advance.
But you ride the short bus to school, so I'll give you a chance.
So let's start this thing off with a big "**** you"
and if you wanna bring drama, then whatcha gon' do?
I'm like a Super Sayin 3 when I bring up the power
I know you got spy cams when I get in the shower.
Cause you gays want my balls, but I'll give you the cock
I'll bet you eat cock while smokin' on rocks.
You little punkies can't move me, you just cannot budge
but I bet you like singin' while packing your fudge.
So just dip in your finger and give it a taste.
And don't forget to brush with that chocolate tooth paste.
But just one more thing, before you lay down
I might have to beat you if you come back around.
I don't deal with killin' cause I'm the type that be chillin'.
But if you bring that shit talkin' then my caps I be pillin'.

props awarded buddy

nice job silver I'm enjoying this

keep it going guys:yes: :yes: :yes:

intellection dog where'd you learn to speak
you better start running like you on the tweak
blessed by up high are my lyrical rhymes
a sun of man god can't you hear the chimes
i spray with my words like nos when i'm racin
you spray like a kid with premature ejaculation
can't wait to spit rhymes that are so cliche
can't wait to blow your load in the ass you gay
you may be up one in the lyrical battle
but the war is just starting and i don't saber rattle
i think about now it's time to lauch
my lyrical offensive is about to start
you better take cover and no i won't stutter while i'm dropping these verses absent of curses that put you in herses and drops you in the ground without even a sound from the bombs on your ass while we cover you with grass and break you like glass like the fragile girl you are in your cute little car with a hello kitty star that won't get you far from the hit with my bar to the back of the head you heard what i said this the battle of the bulge and i will divulge that i won't lose this one today oh yeah and did i mention that you were gay
now that my throat is a little dry
i'm up one now son there ain't no tie
i deliver these rhymes to you free with no postage
and if you want some more kid i ain't got no shortage

whats all this bunisness up in here?
some of these rhymes gind like an old tranny gear
....
....no...Im done...really.

daym.....it's getting hot in here:yes: :yes:

i tried to think of something smart to say but couldnt come up with anything..keep this going...its kinda funny..

The End

so i win?
:banana:

Win??? Let me break it to you like this:

First off hand, how old are you, man?
You writing your lyrics with paper and crayon?
If you think your words stop me, you must be jokin'.
I guess it's the words that you're all up on chokin'.
You try to amuse me with big words you used?
trying to make up for times when you were abused?
You talk a lot about gays by what you say and you do
but I think in this forum the only gay here is you.
But it's not your fault, man, your daddy gave you the case
When he was beating you one night, he comed in your face.
And you licked it all up, along with his butt
and in walked your mother screamin "I am a slut!"
So you bent her ass over like a ****ing Land Rover
And hit her ass from the back while tuggin her shoulder.
I gotta tell you I'm worried, that you might go insane
with all the damaging memories and emotional pain.
But if you need a hug, then just pull out your slug
give the trigger a squeeze and lay down on the rug.
I'm not worried the slightest about the things that you do
just take a look at my picture then take a good look at you.
You're like a pipsqueek midget with one big toe
By the way, I ****ed your mother just so you know.
Does that mean I'm your daddy, but it's all the same
If you were my kid I'd also put you through pain.
Enough with this rappin, with your fake 9 you're packin'
I'm like Schwarzenegger on steroids and anibol stackin'.
And what's up with this "spittin" that you claim in your rhyme
the only spitting you get is in your butt from behind.
So just open the door and let your daddy come in
and get ****ed in your ass while wearin' a grin.
Let's bring this to a close, got no time for you ho's.
If you wanna talk shit then get punched in your nose.
I'd put you in your place, stomp all over your face
wipe you off of this earth with no evidence trace.
How much do you weigh, like a buck thirty two?
I can bench press more than two times of you.
I'd toss you over the ring and all over the street,
cut off your tongue your hands and your feet.
Leave you wigglin' around to squirm on the ground
then come back with a wrench for one final round.
All of your rhymes sound the same, some even like fart
But I'm like a lyrical symphony, just call me Mozart.
I'm tired of this game, your rhymes cause you shame
But I guess it's your parents that someone should blame.

ha ha ha ha.... good one 02_si:toofunny:

Alright, Alright. Everybody shut up sit down and listen.
Cause im just like R.kelly next to ignition.
Yo, you can't rap. Your talking like vanilla ice, Id rather take a nap then listen to y'all. So now its my turn dawg pass me the ball.

Yo, you cant handle this,
cause im gonna make this little bity battle all scandalous.
Look you dis on eminem, marshall mathers, and slim.
But i just saw your picture and you look just like him!
Are you a little poser, you should act a little older.
Cause you better pick up your game before I get a little colder.
Remember, here on honda style we can get a little wild.
Unlike you, what you run anyway an 18 second quarter mile?
But yo, Im not spitting at you, im just going at it with your girlfriend like puppy dogs do.
So kick back, and don't get up.
Dont come back at me till you see whats up.

-i suck. lol.

:toofunny:

man you guys are awesome. I can hardly make a dr. seuss poem ryme.

You both are doing Great!:thumbsup:

K here I go
U boys think u got flow
HA I laught at that
two words for yall ..YOU's WHacked
PLus I know for a fact
that if u keep going wit dis shit
you going to get beat
by who? by Me
please, dont be scared
you aint being dared
just keep it up with this lyrical business
but let me tell ya Ill make ya look like a mess
Now all ya'll rapping by dis and that
WHo he Be...And y he aint me
i am the best..not like the rest.
making rhymes..is what i do
dont just sit there looking like a fool
i be spitting this so fast itll make ya drool
for more...full boAr...i soar
just a jet...everyone starts to fret
"yo This guys MEan...He'll Make ya stand still
like he blew by u in a Saleen"
heh yea thats allright...i know the rhymes are tight
and Yo if u wanna Fight..Lets do it ON the Mic
aint no need for fists...if u cant handle it
then dont step up and u Wont get dissed..
missed..kissed bye bye then leave with a *sigh*
well thats all i gota say..now that ive wasted some of my day.. to spray.....to yall that care..keep it going..peace

(heh...i tried)

i told you once son the rhymes won't stop coming
this mouth of mine dog just won't stop runnin
i hail from the line of the hip hop greats
and i follow in their steps with this lyrical rape
of your body and mind and the words that you rock
so go to your room and jack off in a sock
cuz i know my flow is steep with lyrical heat
that gets you excited hoping to beat your meat
i'm like a rap orgasm that makes you say ohh
running to the bathroom hoping not to blow
you screwed my mom dog man i'm sorry for you
she's had the hiv since 1982
but you know my mom and dad look a lot alike
maybe it was him dog whose ass you spiked
yeah you know what i'm not a muscle freak
but i got the package dog that'll make girls leak
every pound of creatine steroid you pop
is a pound of dick size that you wish you could rock
you got an si dog it suits you right
nothing but a mini odyssey ain't that a fright
everything about you is a compensation
from small dick size to auto miniaturization
you words are your sword but they ain't that sharp
why don't you drop the rhymes and pick up a harp
you'd look good as a mermaid with your muscular bod
picking up sailors on the sea and getting them hard
then you fulfill the dream that you've always wanted
surrounded by semen and muscle flaunted

Here you go again, talking nothing but trash,
I told you I'm the Hulk, and remember, "Hulk smash."
Is that you're only defense, talking about gays,
Nobody here wants to know your ways.
I know you fudge pack, I know you smoke crack,
I know you like dick and get ****ed from the back.
So shut the **** up before you get smacked
I think it WAS your dad that I fukd in his crack.
He's my little bÎtch you see, I think I made him cry
then I fukd your mom so hard, she wished that she would die.
You see, her pussy's just a little tight, for my big monsterous cock,
Maybe i'll make you drink my come when I jack off in my sock.
Your little words, they don't do shit, but prove that you're a bÎtch.
The girls complain about your dick and say you make them itch.
What's up with that, you got STD's? man, I should have known.
It must have been that one last dick, I think that you have blown.
Like I said before, don't try to hang, your lyrics do not faze.
That dope you smoke, and dick you suck, they leave you in a haze.
And what's with your daddy having HIV, I thought you knew already
You can't get girls with your small dick, you nickname is "Spaghetti."
So just go away, and don't come back, or I will have to check.
Keep that dick inside your mouth, or your face I'll have to wreck.

Tom..

You're such a beast.. dirty.. dirty mouth :)

-Eric

Ah yo it's time for me to have my turn
because all of you kiddies really need to learn
that talking shit back and forth and running your little mouth like it's a curse can only get you up one verse
and when the last line comes to an end
you'll be sitting there just like your little homosexual friend
this buddy of yours, he thinks he can rap?
bro, I'm whiter and tighter than ya'll and I can still lay a better rhyme
so you sit there wonderin why all of a sudden you can feel me
here let me tell you a little secret, it's cuz you can't kill me
so the only thing you're left to do is bounce to my beat
because ya'll know the truth....you can't handle the real shit
then this other punk here,
he thinks he's better than the rest of us?
eh 02_Si, I swear I saw your white little ass last night,
and bro what can I say, you got your ass handed to you by a guy named dr.dre.
oh wait, I recall you callin a battle with Shady?
But bro, you can even handle his manager's gravy.
So why don't you go back to doing what you do best
and that is working on your little honda just like the rest.
Peace out

I feel the vibe of this guy
flowing it real not havin to try
everyones lyrics seemed so forced
all your rhymes are so course
what you need to learn to do
is relax with a brew
and sit back and watch this crazy shit come down on you
im bringin it hard and im bringin it fast
im so sick of hearing your whiny little ass
why cant you get it
why cant you see
you aint got shit for me
you try to lay it out, but stumble and fall
and im swining in and takin it all
theres no glory for you, its done been and had
dont cry about it here, no one cares that you're sad
and dont get all angry at me dont get mad
im just flowing realer than you, thats all I can say
but for me right now, im done with this play
got better things to do than tend to you kids
so listen up, cause its like this
i am the one, pay your proper dues
if you don't, its only your life to lose

peace

who gave ya'll tickets on the lyrical train
let me crap you out like an abdomenal pain
your rhymes are a forgery they can't be real
unlike the words i drop sweet as a last meal
you jump on this thread man whats the deal
eskimo style son i'll club you like a seal
and skin you down to your bare bones kid
and use your organs as a tupperware lid
silence of the lambs is what i scream and mean
as i lick clean your bones and wash the crime scene
this is lyrical cannibalism and I am the chief
while you walk around like adam holding only a leaf
but what you gonna cover you ain't got no dick
just a slit and some pubes thats covering thick
i bust your cherries with my hip hop punches
then your off to school carrying your brown bag lunches
where i lecture to the masses that crave the real flows
none of this commercial crap about dropping bows
real hip hop children is in the soul
not something you find in a cereal bowl
you can't fake your way through these rhymin jungles
or else you'll be slaughtered when the lions rumble
the thrilla in manila this freestyle ain't
i already won this match but dogs just wait
i'll take you guys when i feel that its due
i'll wear you down slow like you had the flu
but in the end when you think you got me
i'll rise from the ashes just like old rocky
old school style i'll beat your face
to think you had a chance in this rap race
and while your down on the ground and i'm looking at you
all you'll see is my mouth saying dog f$%* you
ring the bell

Silver, I don't remember inviting these nerds.
Do they think they can match your and my clever words?
I know we were battling but I think it's the time
to assasinate these girls with OUR rhyme.
Now I know they try, to match you and I
but they don't realize in this game you can die.
So here it is all of you cheap little writers
tryin' to take Silver's and 02's styles like biters.
You wish you were me, but you'll never be
cause the loc's that you wear are so low you can't see.
This ain't no "gangsta" party, this is not 50 cent
50 cents is how much that you pay for your rent.
Cause you live in a shack, with your mommies and daddies
But I'm like the Irish, that'll whoop all of you laddy's.
Just take my advice and give it up now
at times I seem beat, but I break through somehow.
And yes Eminem sucks, I think his rap is so gay
but I bet you pussies listen to him everyday.
You try to wear big clothes, and beanies like him,
but I hoop all up on you, like a basketball rim.
So won't the real Slim Shady please shut up
And drink my fuk'n piss when I _ piss in your cup.
And be proud to be out of your mind and out of control
So don't come back to this private party, you must enroll.

Hey wren, who does this punk think he is
trying so hard to come up with a f*ckin diss
and silver, I wasn't really callin your name
but I guess now you're also caught in this game
see dog, I know you have some rhymes
it just this Tom guy who holding back your chymes
but bro if you wanna talk sh*t here
alright but be warned I'll take you out as easy as an H22 kill

Now both you little f*ckers gotta watch out what you say
me and wren here take you wiggas down so be careful when you call our name
and silver I think I know why your actin like dr.lector
you got your head f*cked with that sh*t and your first name is hector

Now you better be right, this is a gangsta party!
but both of you are just jealous, cuz no wankstas are invited.
and you better believe that my rhymes are real
I don't eat cereal dog, I spit lines and kill!
and regarding the clothes, how the f*ck would you know?
are you that f*cking little stalker who just don't wanna to go?
but just to update you dawg, that style ain't my thang
I dress what suits me and have the best chics all over my wang

now I'm done with this sh*t I had enough play
hey wren bro, go ahead, it's okay
I got your back hommee, drop some intricate shit, aiight?
go ahead and make these stupid b*tches jaws tight
oh and just like Slim said one day
lights out b*tches, adios and good bye this ain't no child's play.

hahaha..this is awesome!