never ending rapp batle

battle anyone? see if any faggot can actually rapp in here aye? sombody start

Gladly
I will happily
Let you sample the prodigy
Spitting quad core while Yall just Atari
8 bits for your thoughts Yall bitches follow me
This ain't a battle its a fucking robbery
I'm Jordan to this while Yall bitches starburys
I get paid by the bar while Yall can't afford an apology
I'm a beast to the game so welcome to my safari
Keep all hoes and bitches inside the jeep liberty
Otherwise Yall be trying to blame me for the baby
Have your girl begging "daddy won't you save me"
I'm to selfish to be your captain bitch ain't you seen the fucking movie
I'll beast the hell out a groupie and leave my name on the fucking booty
Now How's that for an autobiography

staring a rap battle first learn how to rap rite
n dont comin rappin with rhymes that you rote last night
its past time so that means its time for you to stop
keep on going so shit and you might just cop a molitov
the bottles up from the bottle shop fill em up to the very top
toss em up n down the come the bottle pops n gosh its hot
gasolin and citronell just to make your house smell better
pills or ponts seeds whatever get your house back i think never
but cheers for those first few lines
did i say lines? i ment nursery ryhmes
haha

You sit at home all alone, even with a phone call you wouldn't be calling the shots
I own the zone each time I grab the mircophone and get you popped like spots

I unleash rage on a page, I'll like two fighters stuck and locked in cage on a stage
I engage with lyrics like twelve gauge, he'll be gone in 60 seconds like nicholas cage

I speak and defeat cheap freaks without a single beat, so you aren't hitting the street
I destroy hoes as soon I go, I'll heat and beat ya, and defeat ya when I greet and meet

You can't spell, I can tell because wrote begins with a w, now I'll send you back to school
You stupid fucking fool, you need lyrical and physical help, I guess I'm killing this wack dude

Fuck it. This is my image, I live it while you pussies are nothing but cheap comical gimmicks
You still can't get enough of me, you only reach heights while studying astronomical physics

I'm still in power, I'll kill you with superpowers, I'm hungry while your gettin lyrically devoured
I rain like shower, acid rain, while your the punk coward who's toppling like the twin towers

I'm lyrically, physically better than you when I spit words and vervses that are filled with wizardry
This is my victory song and fuck mystery your lyrics and punchlines are now nothing but history

I spray chemically, energetically, aren't better than me his life's short like Amanda's pregnancy
I'm spitting, hitting endlessly, punching and spitting desperately cuz you ain't getting rid of me

I spray hot flames, and top and stop these gay lames while you pussies stay in the same lane
Lyrically sketch and etch my name into ya brain, you'll remember how I create pain that's insane

Aight aight. droppin in from LDot
to this bitch ass nigga POLSKA you not hot
you think you cant take my spot
wack ass rapper i think not
did i say "rapper"
shit i meant wrapper cuz you garbage
i dummy you nigga
leave you on the street wit heart stoppage

Nigaa you aint even worth my time
now i be on to the next to beast on BigBeast rhymes

Nigga you think your a prodigy
son you must be trippin cuz when you in the mirror you not me
sayin im a starbury
you aint even styled
your rhymes are spit out awfully
these "groupies" you get
fat ass bitches SLOTHOLY

Bitch i bet they eat you for dinner
aint shit but a slum boy tweeked out twiggy nigger!

Now all this shit leaves me with is this MC Ghosty bitch!
niggas such a faggot he be wearin abercromby n` fitch
still in power?
nigga i flip your switch
five oh searchin fo` weeks
aint never find you in the ditch
buried up to your neck
while i rob you of your welfare check!
and thats your image?
you wonder why i give you no respect
your girl knows im the shit cuz her pussy i dun wreckt!

And now i leave all you pussies layin in a pit of degree
and when you wipe the cum out yo eyes
youll see youll never be better than me!

Anyone wanna battle me one on one or just thinks i spit dope shit message me

I stop time when I drop a rhyme at the end of a line when you can't even rhyme
I use top punchlines, call yourself Optimus but you will never be in your prime

Nursery writtens, battle me? Gee that’s worse Michael J Fox perfomin heart surgery
I won't even let ya breathe when I leave ya in the A&E with the EMT strapped with TNT

Nothin's stoppin me from poppin these pussies. I deliver bars daily like I'm a shippin factory

It seems ya couldn't even get clean and wet flows while masturbatin inside a car wash
I'm like an alarm clock, I kill dreams, you've only seen a number of stars on a star watch

I kill crack fiends. Gangster? You only touched the hood when brushing past a limousine
I'm sick with scenes and themes, while you've only touched bars thru a vending machine

I can tell ya that you need to spell fore battling me for some respect. I guess your next
I'll kill ya with punchlines, rhymes while I still couldn't feel ya even if grasped my neck

Whos on deck to get wrecked.
my flow aims above the neck like i spit headlines, whos next?
Running the game, stand still, treadmill,
im iller than ill i play to kill for real.
poppin pills.
you never heard of a rapper like this.
eat a strippers used tampon just to prove that im sick.
i give more dick than a room full of richards.
scoop your girl so quick its like i kidnapped the bitch
i swing fist like a german pornstar
i dont just take the ball and run.
i steal the shit and run far.

call me weezy i drop the world on its head,
fucked it up the first time so i tried it agen. .
flow like eminem, i make heads spin.
so leave that little kiddy flow back in the play pen

OptimusRYMES, it should be a crime, for you to write and confide the shit that's on your mind.
And Mc Ghosty mostly blows smoke B, choking, and hoping to find a phat dope beat.
Me, I lose no sleep, exposing you phonies, and won't cease, so till I'm done you punks don't speak.
Only joking homies. I'm cold. I go so deep. But I won't hit ya' with it, for now I'll go probe tweets.

Words are sicker than germs, like contaminated sperm I make soft pussies burn
My verse will make you squirm, your softer than butter’s that been overchurned
Strangle ya, dangle ya by your ankles while I leave your bloody body mangled
An extreme embarrassment, your momma’s wishin she got her tubes tangled
Eliminator, but I guess my bag of papers are more dangerous than a chamber
To a hater, I’m the best terminator, I will steal ya rhymes to stimulate ya data
You couldn’t even beat shit to death even if you were a chronic masturbator
Wanan elevate? Step into an elevator, I serve beef like motherfuckin waiter
I’m serving murder, fuck ya bitch I’ll hurt her cuz I’m known to be ruthless
You still couldn’t be bloody if you were a woman having your period, stupid
Full grown, shooting at you. I’ll leave you like an old man, bald and toothless
Your breathing ya last breath, but this dude will dreaming of his death wish
Ya brain must be clinically insane if ya believing that you’re the next shit
I spit faster, a fucking disaster while you only sell tickets as a Ticketmaster
I’m the master bitch, ya girlfriend knows I’m ill on the mic, please just ask her
My acts clean like a vaccine, you must be crazy if you think your ass is mean
Facts are extreme, ya need to watch when I smash and crash thru your screen
Soft like dough mixed with flour, I’ll devour ya scripts wit cannibalistic powers
Spits will make ya cower, the type that'll enjoy droppin the soap in the showers

Get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk, get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with. I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.
So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk, get to stuntin' if you wanna get some.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with. I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

I rips it quick. Don't make me spit. You'll feel like shit, and sniffle like a bitch.
The clock it ticks, and I'm using rhymes as bricks to bust yo' lips, and giggle never grippin' my fists.
I can't resist, cause opportunity exists to belittle pitiful men doing this for the ends,
listening to my flow, and sittin' in at the shows, and homing in on the hoes that be rollin' with me-oh no!

I don't know why these bros think that they got some flow, and their souls are exposed. I'm scoping like a vulture.
This is closure, can't read this shit no longer. No one is holding me back, like cologne I'm on ya,
Bend and fold ya. This isn't California, no Hollywood only hood niggas hang on this corner.
Many before ya came through thinking they're colder. And like pneumonia I'm sick, and still getting stronger,
NIGGA!!

So get krunk, get pumped, get blunted, get drunk, get to stuntin' if you wanna get punked.
I'm hearing none of the drama that you comin' with. I guarantee ya my nigga, you don't want none of this.

That one had no specific target. Just random battle shit.

I dope when I speak, you ain't never getting heat like Arctic Weather Station.
You just featherweight on a beat, I'ma about to take Rave outta the equation
I guess my punches and rhymes will run through your tracks like stray trains
I'm aim and maim this lame, cuz he only blow up when he trailed in my flames
I'll defeat this dude and be eating this fool's heart as soon as the verse start
I'll beat him in any mood, you still wouldn't even see wet flows on Noah's Ark
I spark dark art like a posssesed version Mozart, so don't you even dare start
Next I'll snap ya neck like a screaming demon, disappearing like Amelia Earhart
Your lyrics are misleading, but I'm throwing half-ass papers at this wack hater
So just don't blame me that your raps are more gassed up than gas chamber
I'll turn you into mince meat when I stomp my two feet on your cheap defence
Please just piss on a electric fence, camping's the only ya ever gonna be intense
Expose you, I'll show ya not ill, you only see flows when opening soft drink bottles
I know ya type, I'll throttle but I'm spitting so hot that you need protective goggles
A lyrical mixture, I’m sicker than liquor in your liver, you’re stuck like a fixture
Rip, stich and kick ya while I leave you lookin like a victim of Jack The Ripper
Pale. You fail at construction, I rock the underground with neverending sounds
My words are profound and renown, but I'm also holding onto so many crowns
You can hate me. Blame me. Bitch I'm so ahead that you can never trace me
Amaze me? You coudn't even be sick even if you were a part of genocidal agency
I guess you just got burned, but you need to wait for your death to be confirmed
My words will make ya observe when you get served. Ya getting what you derseve

Bodybag









You need a first aid kid, you’ve been wack as fuck since your first birthday
Bitch you need a nurse aid, I’m gonna make sure this is your worst Earth day

You wrote a whole lot of lines, but only one about me.
The rest was just silly shit, admittedly pretty weak.
You speak repeatedly, screaming to be a beast on the beat.
I told you befoe', keep blowin' smoke ho, you'll meet your defeat.

Gonna take Rave out the equation? Okay, let's get algebraic.
You're just a variable - one of many - and so formulaic.
I'm infinite to the exponent infinite, and you're Mini-Me.
And multiplicity couldn't build you up to even see me.

You said you're dope when you speak. Rather hear you snore when you sleep,
Said you the master? Bitch please. You can suck on these N U Ts
The Rave's here with new insight, to bring this site back to life,
With no hype, and no gripes or strife, just tight when I write.

Anyways, back to the Ghosty saying, "Rave go away please!"
make your shit a little better, at least a bit more intriguing.
You keep writing the same bull shit epithets. And I bet
a few times you've failed to impress execs, you fucking reject.

Speak of the Beast
and yall bitches know the rest
i would came sooner but honestly i wasnt impressed
but i guess if yall talkin shit then the beast must manifest
honestly fool whats yall gonna say next
ive heard everything from paranormal mc's to a raver spittin arthmetics
you have the variables but yall need to work your solutions
im a derivitive to the game while yall just a U substitution
its to bad they'll need a tutor to know what i just said to em
dont mean to go over your heads
but yall the ones call yourself making the bed
and then all at once wanna take back all that bs yall done said
aint it funny how losing can bring so much regret
oh and aint funny how you wanna call me twiggy
when yall aint no bigger then the smallest part of me
your moms you know what i sayin thats why that broad love me
just bitches talking shit trying to be funny
then wanna start crying when shit starts to get ugly
calm down aint no need for yall to worry
cause i already know you cant make change from n*ggas with no money
and i know it hurts when i put yall thugs back in your skirts
but its hard to take yall seriously when i already know what your worth
so why dont yall go get a loan and maybe ill finish the verse.

To BigBeast,

First of all, wasn't talkin' bout you when I sent that through.
It was all about Ghosty. What the fuck's wrong with you?.
But fools will be fooled, now let me take you to school.
U-Substitutions or The Chain Rule can compute you, cool?

When I do my duty, every cutey pops and shakes their booty.
You just lose 'em, so they call the true to come do it to 'em.
Do I groove 'em? Yes I do. Who they booing? Must be you.
Seek the truth, and respect it soon as it's proven to you.

It behooves of you Junior to listen or you'll feel the boom.
I'll impugn you then improve you, too. That's just what I do.
Should I excuse you, leave you to ruin in ignorant doom?
You've been beaten and buried alive, now let me exhume.

In this room of deluded prudes, let me be your muse.
Using sutures I'm stitching you up, but still you are bruised.
Though usually shooting through dudes like prune anal lube,
I'll be smoothie, just oozing on down and soothing your wounds.

I will still kill you with hot flames, because these rappers won't live after today
I'll easily stop lames, you couldn't get a one night stand in a garage giveway

I'ma sick and quick beast when I speak, but though you ain't clamin no support
I'll out flow you, expose and show that you ain't gettin heat like a snow resort

I don't mean to boast, but you a black man who's become paler than a ghost
I don't need a toast, so all those posts and there's not even a worthy quote

I'm sicker but you couldn't even be bigger than me if you turned yourself into Pun
Look you are already done, finished, you were wack as soon as you saw the sun

You've gotta kill me with hot flames, cause you can't with brains.
And I hate it, but I blame you for bringing shame to the game.
The Rave is now rearranging the way that the game is played.
Wailing haters, you're all the same in flow and mind frame.

Sustainable, changeable, always able to bring the pain,
Yet playful, insatiable be The Rave, and he came to reign.
The way has been paved by trues that had to be slain.
It's 2012 and the old is over, so praise the new name.

I've been slated, hated, discriminated against, but remain.
But I can't contain or restrain all the rage that has refrained
from escaping. All it takes is the fake to awake the untamed.
Ghosty hit a barricade. You should've stayed in your lane.

While in a daze from that purple haze - that good Mary Jane,
I can spot you fakes from miles away. You wear flashy chains.
But I like it raw like ODB? You know, from Wutang?
When you fuck with Rave, bring a gang or I'll bash you insane!

I’m spectacular, battle rap manufacture, you just a modern version of Dracula
Smack at ya, you couldn’t even crawl over the beat even if you were a tarantula

I’m like Hannibal the cannibal on the mic, so I’ll eat before I try to defeat you
I strike this dyke, because you only pull the strings when tryin on a cleat shoe

I’ma berserker; all force you to leave this site like a fired construction worker
Believe it. I’ma make sure that your body looks like someone squirted a frankfurter

I might give him a little instructions, talking like he's been through the crinminal direction
You come with weak production, you couldn't even score points in a single Scrabble session

Yous fans couldn't die hard with an erection, cause you need to step out of the lyrical section
So next question then. I create and make raps, lyrics and punchlines with physical perfection

I hate to admit, I'm blazed to the tips, but I can say this place is not for you placing the script
Those aren't major spits, look and only time he's droppin somethin is when he's taking a shit

I can tell from ya punchlines and blunt rhymes ya don't pose no threats, ya ain't close to any vets
You ain't fucking around with me. I'm delivering sick and quick shots like an alcoholic posting bets

When I speak I defeat geeks, cuz I shut the rave down like I was the police
Falling into the open potholes on the street is the only time you'll be deep

You ain't flowing dope, because every single post and quote is worthless
I'm showing ill flows, your the type in jail to drop the soap on purpose

I'm illing when I'm killing, but I will straight hit him his mouth piece
I'm still the best, because he couldn't even get heat in South Beach

Let's get down business kid, because you will never be able to rip this
He still couldn't be iller than me even if he had Chlamydia and Syphilis

I start with hot matches, you've only draw weapons in college art classes
Don't you dare start, only time you'll be on the street is thru car crashes

This crook will get the worst fate, he's been a weak rook since birthplace
You need a nurse with firrst aid, I'll leave him shook like an earthquake

You create a diss mate, you'll have a red dot on ya forehead like a Hindu
It's all true that I'll murder you and ya crew, look at the way I just killed you

I'm amazing, flaming mics and dykes while I'm claming this fight tonight
I'm blazing days and radiowaves, you posting a single? Only on a dating site

I rip sick shit, I'm sicker and quicker than this bitch all you say is you pimp shit
I'll diss you today, you couldn't even stretch ya bars like females in the olympics

Camping is the only time ya intense, because every day I'm rhyming immense
This is war, whore. I destroy bitches. You'll only score points on a driving offence

"When I Speak I defeat geeks." You can't be for real!
What the fuck is this, Rap 101? Come on with the skill.
Don't you get that writing all them lines don't make your shit ill?
And if anybody says you kill, then I must appeal.

Your shit's unfulfilling like a pill, and nothing's revealed.
The best will lay it all out there, but you stay concealed.
I'm not thrilled with the shit you spill that no one can feel,
Or inspired to retaliate. Your fate's signed and sealed.

Expect no deal or shiny wheels, cause this is your guild.
I won't grill you on what you should do, just hope you rebuild.
On the real, chill, cause still I will teach like Lauryn Hill.
And I'll drill you again if you begin to grow and spit real.

That Bullshit, Nigga

Isn't it funny that you use the same rhyme scheme when posting, can you even rhyme different in your posts. Know what I mean?

I'm send ya the hell home, you'll only raise the bar in a city while playing with a cell phone
You spit bullshit, full clip that's what I'm saying. Battling me? That's how you well known

I'm a true and ill emcee, so battling me? That's worse than performing open heart surgery
I have got armour, I'll cut ya artery and then physically send you ass to the emergency

I'm lyrically flaming this dude. I'm still going after this young one like a child molestor
Striking, sniping and blazing at ths noob. I'll hit with so many signs like a wild protestor

I'm still alive and kicking, I'm ill when I'm spitting it doesn't matter it's freestyle or written
You just bitching in the kitchen, who are ya kidding? I'm physically sick when I'm whipping

I'm great, you can hate to hate or debate to debate. My punchlines will decide your fate
Me and you, I'm the dopest battler, your bars are like lullabies, they don’t keep me awake

I'm illing, I'm still killing this so called rap criminal. You style ain't worth a single schilling
I get this shit winning, only time you saw a fan was when it was spinning from the cilling

Flows will be hurting, he'll get hung up like curtains. It's not my fault he's a worthless person
His punches are fucking pathtic, just like saying a well known pornstar is a nervous virgin

I flow so hard, you ain't even close to the best. Hell will freeze over before you become great
I'm the best by far. You still wouldn't be the center of attention at your own funeral wake

Each line in the post has the same rhyme scheme, I battle fools who think that they're dope fiends
You can't spit, rap or even diss anyone or anything. I'm like an alarm clock, I done broke more dreams

More Bullshit.

It's funny that you never do the same scheme, and have the nerve to call yourself. Not even an internal rhyme scheme. I'm aghast.

Why don't actually spit back and use real punchlines. Can you even create a punchline? Do you even know what one is?

Do you even know what story telling is?