never ending rapp batle

yes but rap battling is not storytelling, it's using punchlines. Trying to be the best

Well your words are harder to stay tuned to. Because nothing's going on. This isn't vocal. You've had time to think.

You're a punch liner. I'm a story teller. Let's see which prevails, shall we.

it's called text battling for a reason. You've done nothing but waffle on. Every single post, the rhyme scheme is the same. You can never create a punchline, you aren't hitting harder enough like I said before it's called text battling for a reason. I think you need to learn what a punchline is before you try to battle.

You a storyteller? I thought I was looking at words that was typed by someone with special needs

I have different views is all. It's not an exact science, wouldn't you say?

Dude, you have no idea how special. Just looking for an outlet, and interaction, I guess.

I'm not being rude or harsh. The topic title is rap battle.

Okay Ghosty wants a battle when faced with he who has special needs.
The need's to be greedy while I trample everything he sees.
Don't fuck with the vulnerable, honor's gone when I'm all on ya'.
No shrink can get me off ya', cause you've shown where you open up.

You breathe that wack shit, so I rip your nose off of ya'.
In need of plastics. So they ship ya' to California.
Hold on I'm not done, you've got a sadist hot on your ass.
You come from the doc., and you're wearing the Jackson mask.

So I rip it off, and you tell me, "No Rave, Punch Line!"
And I say, "You're right. Have you heard the one bout Princess Di?"
And you say, "Dude you so sick. What the hell have I got myself into?"
I say, "Fuck you asshole! Don't interrupt me till I am through."

Ghosty then cries like bitch, saying, "I just wanted to freestyle!
But you're wiling out. Can I put my mask back on now!?"
I say, "No boy, you're looking good. All decked out for Hollywood.
Scar nose's the new Underwood. All good for the new Tales From The Hood."

Verse 1
The filthy minded, psychotic rhymer's
coming for the Ghosty. He's next in the line up.
His time's up. And I'm feeling frisky.
I'm needing me a new hoe boy to get busy with.

He knows that he's into that homo fag shit,
but he won't admit to it, till I let 'em have it.
Always seemed so damned hardcore when spittin'.
Then my drawers hit the floor, and he started sniffin'.

But shit he's got a repulsive od--or.
I said, "Wait nigga. Hold up, man you gotta roll up.
And take this," as I handed him soap and scope,
and told gurgle your throat and make good use of the soap.

Damn, who would've thought he could be so unrefined?
You know, dressed so nice, clean cut, mannered when we he dined.
It just goes to show, you never know bout these rap boys.
Behind closed doors, you'll find they've got inflamed hemorrhoids.

Hook
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with the Ghosty (What?) Fucking with the Ghosty. (Uh Huh)
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with Ghosty (What?) M - C - Ghosty.

That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with the Ghosty (What?) Fucking with the Ghosty. (Uh Huh)
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with Ghosty (What?) M - C - Ghosty.

Verse 2
I thought fuck it, I'd give him another shot.
He said he had recovered from his anal blood clot.
"So no more medicine?" I had asked, and he said, "Yeah."
So we danced, and we walked everywhere.

Went back to his place, and he went to his safe,
and he took out a whip, some chains and a cane.
"What you gon' do with that?" I screamed in utter rage,
then he took a gun from the safe and came my way.

Oh, this might be fun, I thought unto myself,
then he chained himself to the bed and screamed for help.
Oh Holy Moses it's time to hit road, I gassed to the door.
And met the damn po-pos! Oh No!


Hook
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with the Ghosty (What?) Fucking with the Ghosty. (Uh Huh)
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with Ghosty (What?) M - C - Ghosty.

That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with the Ghosty (What?) Fucking with the Ghosty. (Uh Huh)
That's what I found out when fucking with the Ghosty. (What?)
Fucking with Ghosty (What?) M - C - Ghosty.

Princess Di? Get with the times.

I don’t play games. Today I’ll spray hot flame, and stop these gay lames
I create pain. You couldn’t even go off track even if you were stray trains

I’m contemplatin, debatin on whenever not to be hatin on his so-called ill flows
While my punchlines go through pussies like females masturbating with dildos

I grab the mic, I know I'm gonna murk this until I metaphorically close his curtain
I fuck with insane sounds, you gonna get laughed at more than a clown at a circus

Murdered more children than abortions, I shrink these bitches faster than slim fast portions
I've just entered the building, he's more gassed up than a german shower performence

Look I could kill the entire audience, still get an applause for my ill metaphors
I’ve got more skill; ya couldn’t even cut into the game with a pair of chainsaws

Tales from the hood?

I'm the mean machine, you’ve only touched the hood when brushing past a limousine
I'm a dope fiend, you ain't even close to me while I deliver bars like a vending machine

Princess Di? Do I care? I'll watch as you crumble into the ground like the twin towers
You spit weak shit, come on who burnt the white house down, fool I got insane powers

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I'll flame, maim, shame and name this lame. Acting like's hanging out with hard dude
Me and you? I'm the illest in the game, you got more imagination than single cartoon

I'll fuck up faster than tornado disaster, but your ass needs to watch it before I blast ya
You are acting touch, standing up. Bitch you normally can't get any heat, just llike Alaska

The weekend starts here, your boy has got to go away.
Keep the shallow shit pumping for a couple of days.
One Fag Out.

All the punchlines I’m flaunting got me embarrassing this vegetable
You rap like you got at least six figures, that’s just Star Wars collectibles

I’m ahead in this race, cuz ya face is a disgrace, ya momma made mistakes
I’m about to blaze ya, climbing the ladder, only in that game with snakes

I’m known as a hot threat, if you don’t believe that’s just fucking nonsense dude
I’m outta this world, but to battle me? I think you should change your concept too

When I spit, I spit the dopest rhymes. You need to watch out for these warning lines
I’m swarming like flies, Tetris is the only time you get a scoreboard for forming lines

I rock the underground, your storytelling doesn’t matter, especially since that shits fake
You’ll never have a dope post or quote, until you allow me to ghost-write your mix tapes

Just saying hi, ill join this battle soon guys, Peace

i'll admit that mc ghostly got some skills, but im here to prove at least half my rhymes are ill,
you newbie fuckers better go pop some pills,
that way you can suppress all your childhood memories,
like the first time you let a guy suck on your mammaries,
im as badass as the products from sony,
while y'all sit at home fucking your hand cuz you lonely,
you write a bitch rap and you try to go ahead and out do me,
bitch, go drink a jamba juice smoothie.
I got a fucking gun in my hand and i'll pull the trigger smoothly,
nothing can hold me back, not even when a bitch tries to soothe me,
you walk hesitantly like your a prison parolee.
well i chill out just and start chuggin some whisky,
i may only be 16 but hell i spit shit so quickly,
i keep corpses in my basement to admire sickly,
and i always make sure my rhymes end with cruelty.
so i hope you realize that dissing me is full of difficulty,
but all of you fuck dudes, you know your guilty.

keep bouncing my niggas

If you don't like me, you can change your station
If I don't like you, now, change that nation
Bitch i'm talkin out of here, space station
And bitch i'm talkin fast, wave at your procrastination.
There's signs when I rhyme like pi and sin it's the sign of the times
New man in his prime new 1 in the room so now there's a new #2 too
argue with 3 what he gotta proove
smarter than you, more stubborn too.
Speak soft and carry it big, I do one of the two.
I stay humble, even though I maintain the wealth.
I put my technology on a carpenter made shelf the spark that I make starts
The dark which was made white, the left that was read right
Can make one ponder all night.

I don't talk much anymore, do my actions lie?
Feelin kind of militant, where my factions lie?
Some people spillin it, I don't ask them why.
Light at the end of the tunnel? That's that moth to the light, aight?
I'll still be left when i'm right.

I'm that faggot that has had it with all you half rapping asses,
looking drastic without classics, needing classes or some glasses
to at last see it's me who's bright like the 4th of July,
and as high as ever like the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Call me Cyclops, cause I'll burn you up with one glance of my eyes,
Or Magneto as I shut shit down with the strength of my mind.
In one rhyme or ninety lines, you can spit bullshit all you want.
I stay blunt, not Young Buck, but still teach you how to stunt.

The Rave wrote:I'm that faggot that has had it with all you half rapping asses,
looking drastic without classics, needing classes or some glasses
to at last see it's me who's bright like the 4th of July,
and as high as ever like the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Call me Cyclops, cause I'll burn you up with one glance of my eyes,
Or Magneto as I shut shit down with the strength of my mind.
In one rhyme or ninety lines, you can spit bullshit all you want.
I stay blunt, not Young Buck, but still teach you how to stunt.

Your bars are shit, flush because the lines should be on top.
you got no wit, make EYE CONTACT with a MUSIC SHOP
It's ok though, we keep your comical ass around.
Go back into your bag, the one that drowned.

Ppl call you cycplos, when you go clubbin'
You already know I'm top dog you must feel threatened
When they play "let's get retarded", you're already reppin'
Please the need is for you at 7'11

Please, My mind is sharp enough to cut through fake
Mind sharp enough to cut through great
Heart on a stake, head on a plate
How doth the two still conversate?

well you see im endowed with a gift, in a rap battle my way it will shift. try to talk shit and you'll end up with more than a fat lip. inside of you i will unload a whole clip. you'll hit your head in the shower and they'll say you "slipped". im flowing with the wind because im ripped. smoke over 30 bowls before i fill you with bullet holes, or maybe ill reap you of your soul. i got demon blood flowing through my veins, im a creature formed from the flames. im the place where you put your shame. im a rabid beast you cannot tame. i foam from the mouth like a rabbid dog, i first started killing in prague. i've drank and i've fucked and i've been bad lucked. and ask your girl my dicks been sucked. so why not back down while you still can, because your a bitch and im the man.

I've gotta admit after readin these raps
I've got mad respect for TheRave, and that is a fact
I feel bad for any wanna-be rapper
Goin up against him, he's a beast, runnin laps
Round these pussies, who rap just for a joke and a laugh
Like MC Ghostly, EXceed, and even KAST-
taway
This is RonG here, my rhymes are like tacks
Millions of daggers stickin outta the backs
Of these faggots who thrive, when they honestly lack
What is needed to beat it, and rain fire on the track
No I aint dick-eatin so hop of my cock
I am to rap, what Elvis is to rock
Well, I'm out, just makin a pit-stop
So tell your mom I'll be over, dont act like you're shocked

You are all fucking pussies


I still take drastic measures against pussies, you hold nothing but plastic treasures
I’m majestic and fantastic, you will always be lightweight like floating magic feathers

In this battle there's too much pressure, when I just kick it sicker, quicker and fresher
I'm dangerous like contaminated liquor, I’ll hit you with so many signs like wild protester

I'm like a loaded chamber, because I'm going after this young pussy like a child molester
I'm sick and ill when I kick it, you are nothing but a student while I'm master professor

My words are known to hurt. I'll eat an this fool's heart as soon as the first verse can start
I'll beat this dude so badly. You ain't sick. He still couldn't even seen large flows on Noah's Aark

I'm throwing half-ass papers at this wack, crap hater as I’m the eliminator in his rap battle simulator
I'm the terminator, hyped up. This dude's raps are more gassed up than a Hitler's finest gas chamber

When I come through I'll turn you and your whole crew into mince my two feet on so-called elite defence
Why don't you piss on a electric fence? I'm the best, camping's the only time you've ever been intense

You ain't spittin classics, your dumber than the Human Torch playing with gasses and matches
Fuck what your sayin. I'm ill when I'm sprayin while battlin you I come out with nothin but scratches

I'm lyrically sick on a track, isn't it extremely funny how much you dickride The Rave on this page
My words will have you buried in a grave, even with sticks of dynamite you couldn't blow up the stage

So leave this website and do your research. I'll have your blood stained and dripping down by t-shirt
Enough bullshit, you little bitch. My words will circle around you just like the words on a wordsearch

My logic is a weapon, amongst a society tainted.
The ancient wisdom, lost in translation
I made my pavement, much frustration, it took much patience,
Then I found it, excalibur, the sword of the ancients.

So you see you're off track, like a christmas present on easter
My flow sicker than additive beasters__
that turn to smoke, and give brain teasers.
Your flow's strain weaker, you short circut speakers
I bring life to the mic like angel's wings on sneaks
If somebody got a problem with that carry it through what you speak.

Number one in this place is where I think my lines is at,
You think you the one to beat me? Minus signs for that.

Yall should stop rapping,
cause all yall wrapping is my chicken sandwich,
yall suck ass,
lets leave yall back in the past,
where we all started to rap when parts broke up in a cast,
leaving you to suffer, bleeding next to jason's hockey mask,
nuclear bombings came in to destory,
leaving you with a political bill saying avoid,
you pricks just bitch shit I tried to be not annoyed,
but I could hear the loud noise,
I tried to say STFU BITCH and play with your toy,
how can all yall be bad if you not a big boy,
you look fuckin skinnier then McCoy,
well fuck that I rather sit back locked up in rehab,
better then sitting here typing getting arm flab,
you can try to stab me with your words with a knife jab,
but you can put all that shit on my life tab,
cause I don't give two fucks if you are mad.

you niggaz wanna go line for line, well im inclined/
to rip you wack niggaz rapz, with a couple of lines/
wut im hearing... bullshit rhymez bout a couple of nines/
i think you need to step ya caliber up, b4 you go fuckin wit mines/
THISis50.. datz the size of these shellz so you better get ya fuckin head rite/
i bet 2 quarters niggas thought i was talkin bout the fuckin website/
jay williams? but nothin bout ya name say you're a baller/
joined 4/20 wit 4 posts.. to me that just says you're a staller //
i hope u think you got a bad bitch, mad sick.. suckz dick and use mad spit,
cuz i might fuck her...and say "get da fuck out" when she leaves her number and ask me if ima call her//
1-900-real nigga,hitme on a touch tone nigga/
press 1 if you got a gun and you ready to bust chrome nigga/
if not, press 9-1 and another 1/
cuz i kill alot of niggaz, and you just became another 1