Rap Battle Time!!! Bring it!

my bad dawg

you no, thugs not bein' a school dawg

its gettin heated O_O (chugs some popcorn)

carry on

Reply with your lines, mofo. I ain't gettin myself cheated by spittin two times in a row.
Heh, you ain't even worth dissin. I mean, look at you. Who's gonna be afraid of a basement-dwelling middle-schooler who's masquerading as a thug and P.S. I smell IP ban.

he does have a point tho, why would you say his lines don't rhyme?

InB4 Black accent.

You feel cheated that you cheated
let me shed some llght
your getting defeated
I think you need a new eye sight
cause you cant see the bullets flight
ya kunfu filipino
I dont need good luck to hit ya
aint no casino
and yet this fag right here claims the game is in his hands (haha)
But I aint latino
I dont cross borders into foreign land
sail up to japan
and go get drowned
ya racist fuck
Ill do the devil a favor and send you straight to the underground
whats funny is thats the only time you'll eva here a gun sound (haha)
your an dumb fuck
taken a thread that you found
and claim I was saying that as mine?
Now I'm releasing the hounds and your dam right they all black
your white cracker ass is about to get smacked
I know people who spit better when they on crack
Africa's my home but they wont let me back
The only heads ill be removin is ones that look like you
I'll recognize you cause I've already seen you through
your a messanger of death
but death is not something your used to
here let me help you
take the scroll away from you
cause you'd have a better chance a killin someone with my worn out shoe
I'm repin up compton
turn you to a skeleton
what sport you gunna beat me at?
badminton?
meet me up on the court
I'll whip your ass at any sport
cause chances are your probobly short
front of a computer eryday till your skin get warts
and forgive me for what I say
but whatever a jigaboo is
it sounds offly gay
join the kkk like a dixie
ya fuck off you look around your a one man army
the worlds sick a hearin yo republican voice
we sick a hearing your noise
for god's sake
won't someone please get me some duck tape?
cause this is gunna be rape without the sex part
ya cold heart beating inside of me but never nocking me out
and Ima nock you out so hard you and your confidence will fall
bieleve me boy you should of stayed in your dads balls
and your intentions are despised by all
so your life in my hands
keepin you alive is my call


beatch you aint got no dope boy swag, 50 year ol racists needs to go fuck himself fo he dies a virgin

Disgusting troll, call me schizophrenic.
After this MC battle you'll end up as a paraplegic.
You reppin Compton? Fake-ass, I'm from that place before, in Alameda,
When I get back there, I'll pop you caps with my Glock 17 9 millimeter.
You fake-ass middle schooler, claimin that you're from the City of Compton.
Spit lyrics on you with my verbal bullets, like from an M1928 Thompson.
My skin's brown, I ain't no redneck, white cracker.
Stop acting like a g, you black motherfucker.
I'm a merciless beast that lurks underneath the earth
just to sleep, resurfaced to eat all the worthless mcs
till I burst in the seams
Every battle's mismatched; Man versus Machine
Cuz I spit it vividly with HD imagery
Rhetoric and rhyme in perfect symmetry
Your rhymes are just addition, call mine complicated geometry.
I ain't a republican, you black panther supremacist.
Get prepared to get your ass whalloped by a brown socialist.
So begone black troll, you should have ran faster.
Cause my lines will whip you like a drunken slave master.
You got banned like 13 times in a fucking row.
So that event just fucking vividly shows
that you're a fucking kid, who's got issues within the family.
So quit postin here, like a blacklisted Mobster in Little Italy

Fake-ass motherfucker, You ain't from Compton. I bet the only place that you know there was the fucking City Hall. You poseur, where's ya hood at?

I'm done with yo ass, that aint rap its naming gun brands and white man politics beatch

<- this man will help a clarify yo bitch ass, just be a pretendin he talking to ya cunt

Educate yourself asshole.

straight thuggin

longbeachin up on da cubibal of heat, blood diamonds

thug life

Scarface wrote...

goodshit9 wrote...

You claim that I'll get bit but you call me the dog
Im a dog you da cat
run away before you get slayed
capped
lookin for me? like were
check at you moma's house he was last seen there
and you fucking with a thug you dont know what I've seen
and yo white ass dont even know what nothing means
so before you go shitting about yo voodo sacrifise
quit bein a pussy cat cause you whiter then
rice

niggas banned me agains

Who's gonna be afraid of a 12-year old child.
I'll put you in a hearse, call it your last ride.
I'm going to get your cap peeled with a full-auto TEC.
And make your sorry ass whipped in a ship's deck.
Your lines don't even match my quality, call me the future Immortal Tech.
Get ready to be riddled by my rhymes, just like in Virginia Tech
My rhymes weigh heavier, It'll cause some geographical fissures.
And it'll give your fake ass epilepsy and seizures
Chop you verbally, scald you and douse your wounds with vinegar,
then after that I'll use you to bait some alligator gars.
So be prepared for some lyrical lockdown like Mumia,
Or getr your sorry ass bombarded like what happened in Bardia.

Get the fuck outta here, you sissy kid. I admit I ain't black, but at least I can make better rhymes than you.

Holy mothafucckin christ...it's tech!!!
*Kneels down.
Nice rhymes loc. Imma give mah props on yah.

Big bandit freestyle, call me Emiliano Zapata
Iller than a bala, sharper than a Japanese katana
Sturdy like a Berber in the depression of Qattara
I'm not black, but a Pinoy-styled Bambaataa, hittin fast enough to finish Karbala
I'm ill enough, but no Rakim, call me greedy, tagalog "ako'y sakim". Braggadocio, ese ain't generic, just a little bored hombre practicin' his lyrics.
People from the underground call me scud, I'm not a ladies man, nor a big fucking stud, but my lines are heavy enough to make a thud, I'm fat enough, cause I like to chug, but no fake-ass 13 account makin' thug.

C'mon, let's have some MC Battle up in here.

Yo
He's the one
pure in his heart,
shining fair
in the bliss,
never lost noble grace,
innocent faith.
Running
throughout the fields immense,
shouting
free in the air embraced.
Dancing there with the wind

WTF? Poetry much?



Let's start this massacre, Scarface on the work
But after realizin, what the fuck is this worth?
A brown educating the white, call it reversed 'White Man's Burden"
Paradroping, dropping lines like it's Market Garden. Astronomical lyrics got your mind popping, this is a showcase of talents, this ain't corporate share cropping.
White boy this ain't over, if we got Manila and Compton, you call it straight out of Dover? Or probably Hanover, Executing your white crew, so go duck and find cover. Brace for impact, you gotta be ready, call me a plantation slave raging with pitchforks and machetes.

ooooohhhhh man...... Been a while, sorry about not keeping it alive. I figured I'd let people post then I'd come back after a while to keep it alive.

Anyway, lets do this scareface!!!

I'm back
causing people more heart attacks then B king
I'm at the top boy
see, you in my ring
I respect those rhymes
but I've been gone
and now it's my time to shine
you Talkin' about guns
but it doesn't matter if my words burn you hotter than the sun
I spit fire
Didn't you know
My rap is higher
so get outta my way
before I chop you up and put you into a Chinese buffet

Nice...

You call yourself a thug
But I bet your name is Doug
you're probably like "all the faggots show me love!!!"
My dick has been in more hoes than you know
and your mom was one of those
I'll round house kick your ass out the door
just cuz I'm sick of you and your thugshit
and I better not see you no more

Shouldn't this thread be in CTFG? Seems like a game of sorts to me.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I think that's it.

Grover better think that thought once over
Thinks rapping's a game, he's got no shame
When he gets burned, he can't complain.



Your lyrics are wack, you call that rap?
Go back to school, better memorize these facts:
They call me the Pop'n'Lock-Ness Monster
I got more mojo than Austin Powers
I keep it real, I keep it real smooth
My lyrics speak nothing less than the truth