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you picked the wrong guy
on the wrong day,

my jiu-jitsu skillz
take me a long way,

i will choke you out
and rearrange your face,

wear my surgical gloves
so i don't leave a trace,

day or night
i'll bring the pain,

157 lbs. of hurricane!!!

I have Bowel movements bigger than you are.

Man, I'm scared!

that doesn't rhyme

terry.bollea-- you want to battle, brother?
climb that mountain? you should've picked another.

you see, you hulkster wannabe
the top forum rapper is the master rudini.

hurricane? hurrican't is more like it.
with your battle skills, I think you should quit.

feel my wrath-- the strength of my strangle--
I'm gonna choke you out with crazy reverse triangle.

ya heard?

You can't hang, your in for a strugle
Messin with me is nothin but trouble

I'll take you down, with a beautifull double
Like I said, I'm nothing but trouble

try as you may, try as you might
your up for a loss, if we ever fight

don't come alown, it friends youl be needing
when you find me, your in for a beating

I'm just plain bad, I'm just plain scary
It looks to me like, your nothin but a fairy

Look high and look low or look on a map
be carefull you don't find me cause your gonna tap

 ;D   I'm groovin wit da skreet jive    Sup  Sup    ;D

Rudini, you've got real skills. Terry.Bollea, you got out-rapped by a cowboy, turn your johnson in at the door.

You gotta have a Johnson     To leave it at the door
He doesn't need to leave it    I knocked it to the floor

I may ride a horse   I may sling a gun
Out rapping his @ss     was nothing but fun

I didn't break a sweat      I didn't even try
My words alone    gave him a black eye

My double is sweet    My single is Sweeter
I'd make him my bitch   cause I'm the bitch beater

A huge slam here      and a bigger punch there
I'd beat him so bad   It wouldn't be fair

If I died standing up   He couldn't knock me down
Let there be no boubt    I'm the baddest around

We could do it with knives   Or fists or a Gun
Doesn't matter to me    It's nothin but fun

I'll fight him for money     Or just for the Pride
It's all the same to me      I'll take it out of his hyde

He can't bust a cap     He can't use his nine
I'm always OK            and just so damn FINE

 ;D   CK Doggy Dog        Tu Pak CK   ;D

fo' sheezy in tha heezy!
loner givin' up props
while terry.bollea stays greasy.

ck's blowin' a lot of hot breezy
he tried to battle me
but was left bloodied and weezy

his double-leg shoot is cheesy
i sprawled out and finished his ass
while I read some ken kesey

so if you are feelin skeezy
don't take me on cuz
a war with Rudini is never easy

On that note, I'm gonna go play parcheesi.

a rappin cowboy!!  Just when you thought you had seen it all on this forum!

Go CK, its your birthday
Go CK, its your birthday!

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

You guys crack me up!!

forum members breakin it down
terry bollea you just got clowned
rudini, ck and Mr. De Tal
here's a fat +1 for yall

Piece out Playas

triad and loner knew enough to leave it alone
while terry.bollea, ck, and de tal made me groan.

all your rhymes are weak and your gi stink is strong
suckas try to perpetrate but just don't belong

i hope your jiu-jitsu skills aren't as wack as your flow
cuz I'll slap a choke on your ass before you know

this ain't no actin', I ain't no Martin Sheen
I'll put you to sleep with a flying guillotine.

terry.bollea-- yeah he ran scared
but at least he went where no others dared
that didn't stop me from cold killin' his ass
while all others just plain stared.

Next CK stepped up to the plate
gave it his best shot with rhymes ornate
takedown, takedown the cowboy yelled
while in my triangle he met his fate

Now Mr. De Tal wants a piece of me
on-lookers just can't wait to see
how I shred the little boy with no juice
the only real master is the great rudini

Mr. De Tal calling me a fairy--
funny stuff but it's quite contrary.
like the pot calling the kettle black
the only bitch around here is br'er thee.

you talk about azzes like it's going out of style
tell me about your love life, has it been a while?
step off from me you silly little soldier.
I'm the sarge. Your stupid ass is Gomer Pyle.

when I get done with you, it'll only be worse
with two broken arms, your boyfriend'll have to hold your purse.
a blown acl and a messed up face
forget a ride home-- you'll need a hearse.

All this damage done by just one man?
"it's ill. it's dope," they'll say, " I'm his biggest fan."
Any other sissies want to take me on?
Try your best to defeat me--  survive if you can.

There once was a Bevois from Nantuckett . . .

I'm spastic I'm drastic
I'm white Irish catholic
I'll knock you down like socks without elastic
I'm a miracle
oh so lyrical
fingerprints on the keys
evidence empirical
I'm here
but its empty
I'll just wait for JCPlenty
a skills, no thrills, frills or chills
when he blows this s**t up it won't be gently.

the rev ;D

LOL!!  go Rev go Rev
+1

LMFAO @ CK, DeTal and Rev.

+1 for you all!


Yo, yo, cheezwhiz!

I'm out!

Word to yo mutha's bunny.

Leave the kid alone
hes only tryin his best
if it wasn't for him
you all still be lurking on other threads

rhymin aint my style
but what can i say
i just couldnt resist an opportunity
to dismantle every prey

i got no doubles
i got no singles
all it got is my butt flop
and the infamous triangle

i'll choke you out unconcious
like royce vs. wallid
and then hold it longer
till you no longer breathe

don't even try to come back
cuz i'll tear all you apart
working my way thru
and eating every last bits of your hearts!

i'll leave you wounded
like the saddam in Iraq
droppin' bombs on your ass
like you was bin laden
runnin' from the narcs

..this is fun.  ;D

no name, rev, and spidey took a chance at the dance
while mr. de tal came back for another kick in the pants
I'll give the newcomers a break before they get sent to the skids
but Mr. DT, your weak-ass rhymes wouldn't impress your own kids.

Mr. De Tal thinks he's a pimp with clout
but that's cuz he drank so much he caught gout
he has delusions that he can hang in battle
but one punch from me left his head in a rattle.
then I threw his butt across the room
he landed with a really loud boom
I flipped around all crazy matrix style
and the crowd went nuts all the while

Mr DT had to take a dirt nap cuz he couldn't keep up his rap.

NoName stuck up for a little scaredy cat
then he thought he could take me out on the mat
escapin' submission holds is rudini's #1 habit
crushin' jiu-jitsu MCs is #2, you silly rabbit
you think you can choke me out with your undeveloped skills
buttflop on me??? are you looking for cheap thrills?
I'll pounce on you and take your back
then tighten your collar until you only see black.

NoName wants to roll? Try NoGame, go on and troll...

The Rev's a man of the lord and that deserves respect
but his mic skills definitely do not come correct.
take some advice from me and just leave it alone
or I'll break you in two like a dried out wish bone.
I'll bust a flying armbar for when I'm feelin' funky
or some crazy acrobatics when I want to act a monkey.
When we face off it'll be like you're a Raider and I'm a Buc
I'll keep crushin' you, but by the end no one will give a ****.

Rev please don't even start. Did you try to rap or did you fart?

Spidey, what the hell is that crap?
you call that a jiu-jitsu rap?
there's no finesse or sophistication
if you keep fightin' like that, you'll need a vacation.
I'm gonna take you down and take side control
then I'll tell your friends to dig your grave hole
I'll finish you so fast that no one will believe
and on your grave my bladder I will relieve.

Are your Spidey senses tinglin'? Funeral Bells will soon be ringin'.

Terry.Bollea please come out to play.
you started this war but ran away.
I got an itch that I need to scratch
it involves the ultimate death match.
 ;D ;D ;D

how can you call yourself rappin
and rhyme on one beat?
man, that's like dancin
without movin your feet
you can't catch up with me
your rhyme skillz are whack
hey it's MC Dr. Seuss
I didn't know he was back
when I do a mic check
mc's get all pensive
and come off like Peyton
"your defense is offensive"
I'll break you like Ivan
and when you start to stutter
I'll finish you off with an Fdt smother
no other can sit on my throne
if you can't read the label
there's a skull and crossbones
you came here to battle
but forgot about War
that's a crucial mistake
love don't live here no more
if case you don't know
I'm second to none
could there be any doubt
I just made you my son?
I'll pass you the mic
so you can get one last joke in
oops! I just blew it up
see?
it's broken!


 :-X >:( :-X

ahahhahahahaha

Tupac CK? :o  That was classic CowKook bro! Brilliant. ;D  Damn even FDT and The Rev got mad skillz.  I guess you all saw "8 Miles" at the movies huh? ;)

Rudini's trippin, trys flippen mad ryhmes
but sounds like Pippen
you're all wet, s**t your drippen
out of my mic bar you won't be slippen
go back home and do some grippin
your ryhmes are in error
used up cliches like yogi berra
like eeny meenie
or miny mo
or reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
like houdini you should
escape bro
maybe when you blank out
you'll say yoyo yo
man that would be so origin   o

just face it, no disgrace in it
your washed out tapped out
blood on the floor with your face in it
don't worry I'm sure you'll spin it
make like you were just playin
give me a minute
I'm just tired, distracted, today I got fired
In bills I'm mired
the collectors are comin
I'll soon be slummin
man these are hard times
God I hope they aint collectin ryhmes
cause you got none
I'm all done
when JC gets here
then it'll get fun
when he's done
you'll put your mouth on a gun
now see you little children the rev's gotta run

the rev

what's up gangstas,
sorry for the delay,
my friend's wife gave birth
just yesterday....

but back to the matter at hand,
you guys are wack, your rhymes are bland,
you spit too slow and your words don't flow,
i'm straight out the Y O, don't ya know???

you got singles and doubles and spralls and all,
i'll whip out my gat and spray y'all,
and smile as i watch you fall,

cause i'm sick and twisted,
hope your girls are unlisted,
or else thy're gettin fisted,

ck and rudini, i give you props,
you stepped up,
but u better call the cops

I had to laugh,   at you one trick ponies
Just like your skills,   your a bunch of fonies

Cowboys don't rap,   Cowbows don't rhyme
Its all good though,     I'm doing just fine

Like a hot branding Iron,     on your backside
My Cowboy rap,        smashed all of your Pride

I don't blame you for trying,       as laim as you are
You can't beat the Cowboy,        I'm the big Star

I'll leave ya be  now,        I hurt ya so bad
Put a steak on your eye,     and don't be so sad

Represtentin' the white trash, comin straight out the traila
Look my way and a right cross might nail ya
I got NeckCar playin' on the tube, while my wife is out back playin' jiffy lube -
On my camaro, or on my jacked up hemi on the blocks
Never wear shoes, hell I don't even own socks
Step to my Pabst Blue Ribbon and you'll be learnin from the school of hard knocks.
While my redneck kid is yellin' "damn that mullet rocks!"

 ;D

ahahahahaha

best thread ever

the rev

DAMN!  The Kook never ceases to amaze!

listen up y'all
and get ready to fall.
I'll never get tired of punkin' you out.

you think you can
keep up with the MAN?
that's crazy ass talk with no doubt!

dumb ass hooligan
come get schooled again

it's like I'm the dog and you're the smelly turd
you started as a meal before I dropped you,  ya heard?

I'm moved on looking for more fuel
that is... another clown looking to duel

CK
just go away
your rhymes are like most cowboys...
they're gay,
OK?

to the rev--erend
you just can't defend
against my rhymes so volatile
this ain't no pretend

spidey knew best when his senses did tingle
shut the hell up, now on his face my balls do jingle

warzone-- that was a mess
but a good start I must confess
sit back
watch the master
knock challengers out
faster and faster
than the hurricane who started this thread.
Like some RAID, I kill all roaches DEAD.

It's amazin'
how I'm blazin'
I'm a grape
you're a raisin
I still got some juice
your dried up and dazin'

terry.bollea how dare you question my authority
you think you came to gettin' the best of me?
you're weak
ya freak
to catch up with us took you almost a week!
you got no skills
get a refund on those mc pills
take the cash
and pay Rev's bills.

It's a slaughter
I was gonna have sex with your daughter
but her skanky ass stunk so I tossed her.

r-u-d-i-n-i
just gave a big black eye
you're mom asks why oh why?
you took on the most lethal guy
only 155 pounds so I can fly
submit your ass and make you cry
leave your ass smellin' like a sty
and your face looking like pizza pie
jiu-jitsu rhyme skills you can't deny
why do you suckas even try?
why don't you go drink some chai
If you don't get what I imply
I suggest you look up the word "die"
I could go on like this all day while you fry
but it's time for jiu-jitsu class I must testify
so for now I'll say good bye!

rev, stick to what reverands do best,
molesting little boys and shying away from breasts.

Times runnin'
so i'll make this short

you all aint got s**t
but a loose butthole!

rudini's talkin smack
about me and flops?
i'll be the one laughin
when your a$$ passes out

i dont use setups
i dont use tricks
all i got is my impeccable speed

i'll hit you so hard with a triangle
then switch it to a omplata
makin' you cryin'!

your girl will run to your aid
confrontin' me with that ridiculous fade!
wait a second, that aint no girl
its a f*g with jerry curls!

 ;D

Who shook my trailer?

FDT, don't come to the trailer park talkin that chits
You can't hang with me or any other of these dim wits
Posting on this thread with your lil' watch-ma-callit
I'll make you my beeyotch and have you in my trailer combing my mullet

And Rudini please
Talkin your weak game about how my chits 'a mess'
You cant fuc wit me or my boy billy ray cyress
Now go along, and get off my pad
Get yourself some hooked on phonics and find your real dad

As for you little bollea- maybe I should be calling you, um - been gay

White Trash 2003 you betta recognize.

its warzone that i'm gonna thrash,
cause hes so proud to be white trash,
stay in your trailer and drink your beer,
it's terry bollea that you better fear,
having sex with your cousin is never cool,
but you wouldn't know since you never went to school,
come at me and prepare to dodge a bullet,
then i'll shave off your mullet.

My cousin/wife,
Whatever - you'll never meet her
Next time your in 'the park' stop by
You can lick the BBQ staines off my wife beater.

lol, nice

Keep it coming. This is to funny ;D

ck, you're next,
with your dumb purple cow,
you're just a pest,
you got a peace banner,
so scary,
maybe we should call you mary,
and your pretty rainbow,
uh-oh,
that's right, you're a homo!!

 ;D

who's next, gotta be rudini,
the guy whos too dumb to spell houdini,
rubbin on a lamp waiting for a geenie,
so he could wish for a bigger weeny,
tryin to be a meany,
i'll slap you so hard you'll lose your beanie.

the one who smelt it
dealt it!

Beat that! ;D

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Ive had all I can stand         I cant stand no more
You blew it now                   I'm takin it to the floor

When I take your Back         It's my SPURS I will use
Stick'em in your Ribs             Thats how youl loose

Maybe I'll Play                       Have a little Fun
But unlike you                       I don't need a Gun

Youl scream in Pain              When you feel my NECK CRank
I'll need a Gas Mask            Cause you really Stank

Ive wrestled some Bulls      Some Cows and some Steers
I'm almost afraid                  To wrestle you QUEERS

I look so Damn good           In my Cowboy Hat
I'm afraid of you Queers      Touching my Love making Bat

I'll get it done Quick            Just like my Draw
Stars and little birds           Is all that you Saw

The REV brought the heat      And all of the Wrath
He exposed your steanch   Now go take a Bath

De Tal is the Man                And OH so Wise
Keep messin with him         Youl get a Surprise

You little boy Grapplers      Really need to know
Your Playin with Fire           Now I gotta Go

Peace out Playas   -   Tupac CK

DAMN!  The cowboy has put all of you rappers to shame~~!!

You may have wrestled cows, bulls and steers
and maybe even some of these little queers

Until now i've kept my mouth shut
but can you really be proud of ridin' with your nuts stuck?

To battle with me
you'll need all your herd
cuz i'll take em all out
with a wouf of my famous turd!

I'll fart and fart
till they all pass out
then i'll sit on your face
and make you puke your gutts out

rudini's gone
he aint never comin back
he felt the wrath
of my dangerous gas!

you better leave now
before it reaches you
or you too my friend
will puke till you turn blue

CK is tearing s**t up!!!!

Yes he is! LOL!

Terry Bollea is my new hero !

An 8x10 Glossy            Is that what you need?
I won't give you one     cause I'm full of greed

It may be just envy       It may be just lust
I know I'm your Hero     Cause of the way that I Bust

It's really silly                 That you speak of my NUTS
Ridin Bulls is scary          And takes lots of Guts

Your not brave enough     To walk in my shoes
Better not try it                  you'll definetly Loose

You'll get tossed to the Ground       And stomped in the Gut
The Horns of the Bull             Got shoved in your butt

You'l bleed from the inside     You'l bleed from the out
You'l be so embaresd             You'l just sit and Pout

In the Areana                      Or out on the Mat
I'm always your Hero          Cause my skill are so PHAT

Lay off of my Bulls                My Cows and my Nutz
Your lookin so bad                And sound like a Putz

Break It Down   ;D     Old School - Sugar Hill CK

even the blind can see I demand respect
all you ass clowns try to hit me but don't connect

ck shoots a double but only finds trouble
noname tries a triangle, before I commence to mangle
his face
his face
his ugly ugly face
women get scared and run from the place

terry jumps back in the game only to get hurt
I rip his arm out with a shoulder lock- watch that blood spurt!

Mr. De Tal
or should I say "mizz"?
first I'll choke you out
then on your face I'll jizz

warzone comes at me with a case of beer
but stops dead in his tracks all full of fear
I ask him "what's the matter, boy?-- are you queer?
Go hang out with that gay cowboy CK and all his steer."

Terry with his one arm takes offense
but I pay him no mind as I commence
the beatdown
the bloody bloody beatdown
Who's the rhymin' king? Rudini wears that crown!

no doubt, yo! y'all better recognize before you get euthanized.

I better ease up                    It's really so Sad
Your cryin for attention          but your lookin so bad

It's not what I do                   It's not what I say
It's your laim @ss rhymes       That make you look gay

You speak of my Nutz              And Jizz on the face
Youd sound like a f*g              In any O'le Place

Make your Rap real                  Make your Rap steady
Stop with the Gay                    Or I'll call you Betty

I'm King of the Rap                   Thats what I plead
A King Rapper's Poll                  Is just what we need

Lets start a Poll                        To settle this bought
I'm King of the Rappers            There just is no Doubt

 C - doggy dog - K

Rudini - you sound like a pasta dish
Tryin' to step to the white trash king - you wish
Just keep playin the back seat
Trying to act like a tough brother sayin stuff like-
"oooh that's neat"
I'm not a boy, I'm representin' white trash hardcore
Where the cars are on blocks, the men wear wife beaters,  and theres mullets galore
You think you can handle this mullet son,
Well its business up front and party in the back-
So come on and get some.
You'll think you've been hit with a shot gun blast
Bust up your grill and run you over with my hemi
...You're done at last.

Rappers are so lucky!  This is a blast!   :D

A fan of you?
Not in a thousand years
tryin to impress me
with your ridin gear?

You may a ride a bull
and think its tough
but i do what no man can touch!

my mat skills are insane
i'll chew up your brain
your head will spin
and ache with a migraine!

my combos are sick
too fast and slick
they'll come at you
before you even twitch

I'll wrap up my legs
around your neck
squeeze so hard
till your head falls apart

A fan of me
is what you should be
cuz i am
what you all wish could be!

 

ck -- stop talking trash
your rhymes-- they've got no flash
I can rap you 6 feet under
A King Rapper's Poll? Ain't no wonder...
It's Rudini, the ruler of the rhyme
my flow is tight and compelling
I could mic check all around the world
you can't even check your spelling.

Go ahead, I accept your challenge for a poll
call all your friends and every little troll
vote and vote all day long
I'll still beat your ass as easy as Pele could score a goal

Callin me ugly?
best check yourself!

Theres a reason
why your woman be bangin
other heads

mirror mirror on the wall
is what you be sayin
after i finish up the brawl

your face so ugly
full of acne
even plastic surgery
cant cure thee

trainin with your ass
is the worst of all
your zits be poppin
like it was mardi gras!

saddams got nucs
and we've got you
i say we use your ugly face
and settle the dispuit!  

the kids will run
the adults will hide
saddam will look at you
and die in surprise!

a pasta dish is right you proud trailer park trash
and pasta warzone is what I'll make with your ass.

C'mon and bring your all of your kin
your pappy, brother, sister, lover and crew
your grandpa, cousin, uncle and nephew
that should be three including you.

I've got an oma plata with your name on it
switch it to a crucifix and make you yell "I quit
You're the master Rudini. I'm just a twit!
You reign supreme-- all others can eat ****!"

N-I-C-E!   ;D

I'm alot more scared              Of the Cat in the Hat
Than any of your Skillz            You bring to the mat

My kneck cranks are Nasty      You better know that
When I crank on your Neck      Your head will go SPLAT

Deflate your Ego                     Is what I will Do
Ive heard enough Lip              Especially from You

Like on Iraq                           I'll drop the big Bomb
Just like Sadam                      Youl scream for your Mom

I might be your Daddy           So show some respect
Any more sassin                    Your gonna get decked

Don't try us Big Boyz             Weve been there Before
Mess with us Big Boyz            And your gonna Snore.

Rudini claimin' oma plata to crucifix
The only you thing you submit
Is those little boogers you pick
Tryin' moves for little men with no dicks
I'm bringing a mullet son
Cocked and loaded like a shot gun
Your the opposite of sandbaggin
Your belts way to high for those moves you be havin'
Now go back to your 5th grade TKD
Cause son, you can't step to me
My jeans are tight and the short-longs strong
You know this trailer trash has come to get the friction on

ck, the only snorin' I'll do is if you keep on rhymin like poo.
wash your gi... it stank!!!

I’ll climb on your back                 This you can trust
Pull down your pants                    and a Nut I will Bust

You talk like a f*g                        And act like one too
I’ll treat you like one                     As your slurpin my Goo

Why did you go there                   Is that what your thinking?
It’s the after effects                    Of your Gi that was stinking

The stench was so bad                   It messed up my mind
I gotta go now                                It’s a girl I must find.

Before I go                                    It’s Important you See
The King of all Rappers                Has always been Me

Damn I got Skillz   LOL     ;)

ck is braggin that he's the one
silly little cowpoke, I haven't even begun
while you overcompensate by talkin' bout chicks
come out of the closet, no one really cares if you suck dix.

I got to give it up to warzone and his mullet
but that TKD remark just won't pull it.
Reverse Sandbagging? That's funny coming from you.
Sandbagging isn't your option
unless you go back to grade number two.

tight jeans and friction?
I don't give a damn, you silly lad
this thread is for rappin'
not no personals ad!

it aint
the amazing houdini
its lame ass rudini
or call him bandini
cause his flow stinks
like a gasoline martini

am I just crazy
or does he raps like a baby
he should be on romper room
better ask your mom for a
teleprompter soon

you make it so easy
your rhymes are so cheesy
maybe you should go and play some parcheezy
or maybe a board game
cause I'm bored and your lame
your heat aint got no flame
and the cowboy kicked your ass
didn't even stop to take your name
each rhyme is just more of the same
plain, tame and inane

so break out your thesourous
and try not to bore us
if you need a rhyme for uma plata
call me cause I got a
lot a
s**t you couldn't even beat my daughta

so I'll sit and wait
for your next great bait
and I'll snatch it up and start to incinerate
I hope you are smoother with the ladies
when your turn comes on elimidate
but maybe if you wanna get a mate
you should just imitate
the reverend
cause he aint pretend
and if you don't get off his back
to hell he may send

the rev

Rappin' is one thing
trainin' another
talkin about pullin a guys pants down
is just a bummer

i knew you were gay
with your very first post
now your rappin
about bustin a nut
in another guys throat?

thats just sick
any way you look at it
your gay my friend
any way you put it

you got no girl
go on run to your man
hes been waitin
to spank your rear end

this shits talkin up my time
time i aint got
another minute here
and i'll be without a job

before i go
remember this
no other man ever battled me
and lived.

yo, yo, yo, i'm back from my sleep,
now it's time for my rhymes to get deep,
chillin here w/ my 40 of o.e.,
noone better step to me,
cause i'm gonna tear the head off my enemy,
so let it be...

i'm comin through with my nine cocked,
get in my way and your gonna get clocked,
or if you opt,
i'll pistol whip you bastards and leave a knot...


arm broke at the elbow, torn rotator cuff,
and u still haven't had enough?  
fine, i'll put u to sleep, you friggin creap,
slap you in the face to wake and leave you to weep.

warzone, i must agree,
your rappin reminds me of a pedigree,
woof, woof, you bark real loud,
but of your style,
you can't be proud.

ck and rudini, you like to write books,
shorten your raps, so we can enjoy your hooks.

Put down the mic
your flow is slow
rappin about something
you'll never know!

you got no nine, 40 or skill
best keep quiet
before i blow up the mill

go back to sleep
your rhymes aint jack
your a little boy
and im your dad

never held a gun
or a 40
your fame to rap
is like Vanilla spittin' crap

no name,
u got no game,
u come off as lame,
cause your rhymes are all the same,

you're just a child eatin' his trix,
back on this thread to get his fix,

you came at me hard so i have to defend,
gotta let u know your words don't blend,
gonna hit you hard and make u twitch,
you like in the rear like a little bitch,

my 40 and my nine go hand in hand,
so don't speak on s**t you don't understand,
or i'll intoduce you to your last stand,
and then your lawyer will have me on the jury grand,
saying, "terry took out no name,
what a shame,
put him away, he's to blame"

boo hoo
i did us all a favor,
now i'm doing 10 yrs. of hard labor

your styles wack
i'll s**t on your whole habbitat
i'll make you go back to smokin crack

you dont know what you like
you go to gay bars
and kick it with hermaphedites
your a switch hitter
you like to eat the pussy
but you also like the pipe

on the microphone
i eat you like candy delight
you couldnt quench my thirst
even you was sprite!

with one lyrical knockout blow
i'll put out your lights
this guys over weight
read em his rights

Your s**t was good though!  gotta give you props! LOL!

(http://mindspring.com/~mlx8570924/_uimages/Whaddup.jpg)

 ;)

The sequel to 8 Mile is the tale of a retired rodeo cowboy who, after getting in an MC battle on the net, discovers he can rap.  He goes on to chase his new dream by appearing on amateur night at The Apollo.  He gets booed off the stage like no white guy has been booed off before.  

After a long and struggling career, his hard work finally pays off and he makes it big.  Wishing to prove something to himself, he heads back to The Apollo where he then proceeds to rip the roof off that muthaphucka!  

(http://mindspring.com/~mlx8570924/_uimages/KookMile2.jpg)

thanks no name, props to u too!!

This board is filled with whack MCs
I'll be waxing you hoes while you be on your knees
This how we coming - trailer park style
It'll be me, my sisterwife and my boy Lyle
Comin correct straight outta Alabama
I'm the king of the Trailer Park - Like Castro to Havana
Look it at me and you'll see my grill is green
Chit - I don't brush my teeth
And I ain't never heard of Dentine
So keep talkin all your gangsta smack
When you least expect it - the mullet will attack

FDT your times up
your too old to rap
so shut the hell up

You might've seen suge
you might've seen pac
but you never seen a mofo
like me on the block

i'll come at you rushin'
tie'n you up in a knot
crackin your ole bones
then leavin you at the spot

warzone, you best go back to your park
tryin to be eminem
while im blowin up the spot

Riddle???
thats no riddle
its you tryin to rap
you got no game
best quit smokin crack

ur memory is fadin
ur rhymes make no sense
put down the keyboard
and go back to pickin cans

unlike you my ass has a job
so excuse me if it takes long

pickin cans aint my style
thats your job
its how you survive

step up to the plate
and take a shot
and i'll come back
like an atomic attack

mr. de tal looking for a fight,
you're my next victim,
so u better take flight,
i'm not even gonna sugar coat,
gonna spit tilli have a dry throat,
to the point, u ain't s**t,
this is my top 10 hit,
my pervasive style don't quit,
ask your mom how my johnson fit,
tickled her clit,
and licked her tit,
damn she was goood,
but she's got to go,
cause she's got her red flow,
and she's just a hoe..........

what, kid!!!???

how does one call himself a bully?
you aint punkin no one
so quit actin like R Kelly

you write a damn book
that make no sense
fightin with youngstas
quit takin a chance

i'll knock you out
like tito vs sham
you'll go lookin for a job in japan

Now before lose my head, flip out and hate you,
Let me break this down while I verbally rape you.
Terry Bollea? What are kidding me, talkin' sh@t?
Anybody named Terry should be cookin, strokin' her cl*t.
Your style is light and wack just like your frame,
Bring all that nonsense and smack down my lane.
You'll be broken-up, beaten, choked, ribs crunched,
Screamin' for ya mama while your gettin' gorilla-punched.

What, kid!!!???

~The ChimChim

More people need to check in on this thread!

 ;D

Best thread ever!!! LOL!

...well second to the britney thread! lol

oh, crap, it's chim chim,
80 something posts and he decides to chyme in,
he must be back from the gym,
or from his boyfriend's house wiping his chin,
on the mat you might crush me like a mouse,
but you just stepped into my house,
i'll knock u out your lane,
like a vericose vein,
like a dragon you've been slain,
a piece of s**t down my drain!!!


yeah, kid!!!  finally, it took u long enough.

FDT usin' a washed up style
Throwin terms around like he was, um - Gomer Pyle
You can't hang with trailer trash with mullet style
I would take you to vegas
But I would have to roll your fat ass in a wheel chair down the aisle
Now before you go disrespectin' white trashes best
You better get back inside and give that junkie in the corner another piss test.

Look a Chim Chim blowin' up the spot
Thinkin he's slangin' and bangin' but he's not
Talkin' all kind of lies and trash
I'll pick you off just like some BBQ sauce outta my moustache
Comin' on this thread thinkin' he can pullit
Now come on kid, get back to work and comb my mullet



 

Terry Bollea, could you be gayer?
You 40 pound crackhead, homo jiujitsu hater.
Don't even bring it to point of gay jokes.
Bollea jiujitsu: " We love the mighty C*ck Chokes!!!"
You're too light in the ass to be beefin', little man
You think you get smashed now? Wait til I use the other hand!!!
It takes one hell of a bitch to just talk, ignorin' hands,
But that's the ploy of a boy, I choose to be a man, understand!!!???

What, crackh..Kid!!!???

~The ChimChim

Terry Bollea owns CHIM CHIM

ouch - CHIM CHIM comes back hard - what u got to say now bollea

Oh look, it's Warzone and Guardian, not minding their necks,
The last dude that tried that wrote hospitals checks.
Don't challenge the ChimChim, You simply can't win.
I'll unleash the Monstrous Mojo, and let Terry stick it in.
It's funny how all you punks, all of a sudden, think you could spit.
" Dude, I got that new Tupac, it's groovy and sh*t!"
Born, bread, and raised in the Boogie Down.
We invented this game, fools, Ya'll grew up in a "town".


~The ChimChim

LOL! ok i think i need to retire lol

chim chim, you just can't win...

this is terry bollea,
the donkey kong jr. slayer,
the nhbgear mayor,
what playa?

i might be light, but i like to fight,
i enjoy pain,
cause i'm insane,

you think i'm a queer?
i'll bite off your ear,
the only parts of the bronx u know
are the one's that you fear,
you're starting to drown,
out of the boogie down,
and just for you, here's a frown: ???  

Grew up in a town?
Please try the trailer park
I grew up drinkin PBR and kissin cousins after dark
Look at you claimin NYC and Boogie Down
Next thing you know you'll be throwin names like KRS-One around
I think it's you that should be checkin your neck
You look like your tryin to grow a mullet like me so forgetit
There's only one white trash king in this town
Chim Chim thanks for the crown!

Okay, So now you LIKE pain? So then just change careers.
Trying to hide those bruises behind your ears.
I knew you were fruity from the first time we rolled,
I thought " Who pulls backmount? Gee, his game's pretty bold."
Oh, and Warzone, you're still wack. Your game's just plain sloppy.
What, 2000 posts? Homeboy, get a hobby.
There's only one Eminem or KRS, originality thief.
Remember, you can't win, and tell your girlfriend "Less Teeth."


~The ChimChim

lol, nice chim chim

but why u gotta trip,
you're a monkey who does back flips,
i'll knock u in the mouth and swell up your lip,
then i'll unload a clip,
circumsize you with a snip,
the blood will drip,

me chim chim, me smash,
you hulk wanna be,
you're the one who's white trash,
hit you in a flash,
your ryhmes make me laugh,
cause i cut them in half,
looks like you need to work out your calf,

u're 4 foot nothing,
compensate w/ muscle,
i'm from the streets knowin' how to hussle...........

I walk through this battle field take'n no prisoners, armed with my gi, strapped with 5 mics/
A call for JC in the place to be like bat signals, on air, neon lit, my name bold in bright lights, hungry for wack emcees & battle fights//
Debris of body parts scattered throughout, boiled in blood, as zombies  feast on tasteless lines & rhymes, emcees with no flavor/
Dead men walk'n, resident evil teeth locking...jaws in verbal brawls wearing camouflage, soldiers of war to their death, no survivals, whispers of prayers and hopes, but no savior//
He be I, the chosen one, here to save all from the lame jaw, loud barks but no bites/
Fatality blows rid'n the hell that he shows with my deadliest flows, unleash'n bomb lyrics that explode, on sight, crossed & scoped, on target, blast'n 360 degrees, hit'n like the keys that I strike everytime I write.//

Haven't you heard, JC's an underground emcee, rock'n stages since the days of young, 30 years old and still holds the crown//
Getting down on soul town with beats and rhymes rep'n jiu-jitsu, claim'n purple, and soon to be brown.//




JC Plentee of skills
Joe Camacho






I can't write any more ya'll. I'm sick like a dog right now. My head's about to explode. Keep this up for me till I recover.  :)

Peace


JCP
 

Circumsize me with a snip? Please kill all that racket.
You wanna mess with my Mojo, you'd best bring a hachet.
And about this 4 foot thing, you've got to be sh!tting,
You could ride a f@ckin' hamster. My man, please start quitting.
You're words are gettin loose. I mean, bro, "the blood will drip"?
Go buy that book , you know ,"Vanilla Ice's Tips"
It's not my fault I'm Jacked, my pops' jacked, too.
Whereas you're pops is a midget, and your yamulke's bigger than you.

~The ChimChim

TTT for "You could ride a f@ckin' hamster."  LOL!

 ;D

Okay, enough, I had enough, your rhymes hit like a pillow fight
Its time for the horse to bring it real just like a noose tight
Around your neck , I gets respect, my rhymes flow like the river wild
Grip the microphone  my lyrics send you into exile
Turn UP the bass, this is the case, the judgement for the true king
The horse is here to bring it yall just step into the boxing ring
Ladies love me, can't resist. Suckahs turn into imitators
Try to test me? Sit back down, you'll get beat down just like the RAIDERS.

Fresh for 2k3, suckahs!!!!

Once again, back again, got the hemi tuned up and ready to begin
Can't touch my style, can't touch the mullet
But you can smell the sweat comin' up off it
Lyrical master of the wifebeater crew
Leave ya smashed up, beat up, black and blue,
Sure I got 15 kids with my sister
But everytime I grab a mic you ears blister
From my lyrical poetry so deaf, rapped over hank williams and spit with bad breaf
Can't you see the stains on this T-shirt
Now I gots to go to the outhouse....BURP!

how many of you sucka punks with baggy-assed trunks
are going to keep on biting my lines?
you got no original funk except that smell that you stunk
check the posts-- those are my designs
easy parcheesi? the rev's a thief but actin' a chief
terry the fairy looks kind of scary after our battle so brief
ck- a rodeo cowboy? more like a clown
spidey- get yourself a towel, boy. Wipe off that brown
from your face, a disgrace, your rhymes are sh*t unequal
Bevois, too simple- popped like a pimple- there won't be a sequel
chimchim- good start but then came a verbal fart,
and you killed you're flow dead
maybe all newbies should wait before you reply to this thread

hell none of you idjits knew what this thread was
I answered terry's challenge, while warzone buttraped his cuz
I put it down while you made fun of bollea
I rocked it while you bitched about Iraq and Korea
As I see the brutal but futile blood being spilled
JCPlentee is the only threat to my destiny unfulfilled
it's really a shame in this game that only one can wear the crown
his name is Rudini,yeah- that's me. All challengers will be killed.

Oh No  Oh Yes                         Just look at the Poll
You ain't got Game                  If ya can't ride a Bull

I stood down                           Just to give ya some time
to recover from the pain          Of fighting my Rhyme

I hear alot of talk                    And alot less action
Stay here boyz                       I'm with your Girl out Cat-en

Its a dream world to you        Livin in Mine
Gettin paid big Bucks              For be-in so Fine

I'm Riding  I'm Roping              I'm twirling my Gun
I'm chokin you out                   Just for some Fun

I got snuff in my Lip,  You got Spit on your Kneck,  I'd Spit in your face,  But it's already a Wreck.

The Hawk hasn't landed,  To give you advice,  Run Boy Run,   That should suffice.

The Poll Numbers show             That I am the MASTER
The rest of you Cows                 Got put out to Pasture

Pass me the Tylenol....my rhymes are SICK
Pass me the crowbar cuz your wife's on my DIKK
No competition. Got the title locked DOWN
Battle me? Im the best pound for POUND
Give me the mic and I'll tear the sh*t UP
Send you home. Bootprint on your BUTT
Leave it alone, cuz your rhymes don't COMPARE
I step into the place, you shout, "It's not FAIR"
Lyrical beatdown is the dish that I'm SERVING
Slamming the suckahs just call me Julius IRVING
My raps are like bombs, you think I shot out a CANNON
Your raps fall short, picked off like Rich GANNON

Rudini's crying now like all of Raider Nation
He's just mad that I played like a Sony Play Station
He's running his mouth, claiming I'll have no sequel
Just check my poll post, and you'll see I have no equal

Or you can sit hear and continue to look stupid
While I tear up this rap game, just like Snoop did
You see you're still just a boy in a world full of men
That’s why I'm clowning you just like Tito did with Ken

So why don't you take up knitting or even crochet
Because your raps are pathetic and make you look gay
Now I hope you listened carefully, my dear friend Rudini
Beause if you didn't I'll make you vanish like Hudini

Oh snap, I need to break off, take off, set this place off
With my magical, miracle original lyrical blend,
Breakin egos and faces, taken names and places
Lookin' at you all sittin' there with blank expressions
While I break off another one of my lyrical lessons
Please don't trip, flip or try to snip the mullet
Because the more you try the better I look cause of it

Headin' back to the trailer park to brush my tooth
With lame as fools like you there's nothin' left to do

chim chim, we ain't through,
you're about to lose to a crazy jew,
i'm sick in the head,
i want u dead,
lost my $$ when the rates moved with the fed,
there will be no laughter,
when i drop this disaster,
get down on your knees and call me master,
cause none can rhyme faster,
i'm an animal,
like tyson i'm a cannibal,
call me hannibal,
i'm a beast i'm a scholar,
give me your fuckin' dollar,
i listen to pearl jam and nirvana,
smokin my marijuana,
and i flow the way you wanna,
damn, i just went off,
i'm mad cause your girl gave me her cough,
she looks like the goonie's sloth,
"hey you guuuuuys"
word to the wise,
don't come back at me,
cause it's u i despise............


playa, who?   playa, what????? :)

"Awnaw! Hell naw! Man...
Now y'all done up and done it!" 8)

*MC Bevois grabs the mic.*

[Bevois]
My first fight was wack Japanese rules, with no heel hook
Now you see me spittin' rhymes like a Burger King cook
My game is the illest, there aint nothin' I lack
If you wanna test my skills you better bring the Dim Mak

[Chorus]
My teacher is country but his jiu-jitsu is sick
If you ever call him fat, he'll drop you like a brick
He owns eight cars but only three of them go
His name is WVgrappler and he reps Ground Zero

[Bevois]
Now my skills are legit and my triangle is dope
So you should study them close, under a microscope
I'll clown you on the mats like Barnum and Bailey
If you can't get enough, I'll beat you down daily

[Bevois]
My persona is cool and the ladies love Bevois
But I like to keep it real with a ménage á trois
My life is good and my people treat me right
I don't start beef, and I know my game is tight

[Bevois]
Now if you're down my way, and wanna kick it
I'll get you drunk n' laid faster than a Speed-Pass ticket
My parties are crazy and my girls are bangin'
So if you can't handle fun, then we won't be haning'


Now I'm just gonna give a lil' shout-out to my wifey ;)...

"I love you, baby!" *smooch* :-*

ok, rudini, i give u your props,
the only one to step while they busted my chops,
but thats as far as i go
when it comes to being nice,
don't forget,
i already beat you twice,
so tell all your friends to vote on the poll,
we all know about the lyrics you stole,

that's right, i made that up,
drinking from my golden cup,
i'm a beer binger,
i'm battle cat,
you're cringer,

i can't be denied,
my brain is fried,
from fending off u punks
that have tried,
but i'm well supplied,
words flow sun-dried,
don't make sense,
don't have to,
like i said,
i'm a crazy ass jew,
i thought you knew,
cause one flew,
i'm comin through,
nuts are blue,
starting to stew,
phew
 

Nuthin' but a bunch of internet rhymers
I'm a hardliner - life timer
Just look at the skills as I drop a dime
on you and your whack bollea jew crew

Rhymes unpure, blue nuts for sure
Come around the trailer park you'll be eatin manure

CK rhymes like a mental midget on crack
I'll smack, attack and take his weak rhymes back
Talkin' bout how tough the Cowboy life be
Well the only one tough around here be's me
Now take your Cowboy Up rap back to the dude ranch OK
Before I change your name from CK to um... CGay!


I told you before, I'm all over this battle like mullets galore!

The only crown you got is the rusted one cap'n your tooth/
How you dare you claim my sh1t, strike'n from behind, who do you think you are, John Wilkes Booth?//
I'm the Scorpion King, natural born killer, stinging with the intent to kill/
Beware of my wrath, time for blood bath, my vengeance brings forth the murderous blood spill for think'n you're ill//
No retreat no surender you drew first blood by mentioning my name/
This ain't no game, this is real, like reality shows, you get knocked off, dissed in shame and leave'n with no fame//
You're laying on the floor fetal positioned drip'n sweat with cold feet/
Biting your nails as the walls close in, sh1t'n in your pants with your thumb in your socket as your heart drums to my thunderous beat fry'n your brain, burnt like mesquite!!!!

JCP

You betta press delete, or be more descrete
Cause those rhymes your spittin' have caught the weak
Talkin' about murder, blood, and the departed
Your lyrics should be rated R for retarded
Now slow down feel the real flow
Because my mullets got 5 more feet to grow.

damn, you removed "deleted" from your last line...oh well.

 ;)

See you guys, I'll be back tomorrow to see how you guys ripped me a new one!  LOL!

Talk about weak, what sh1t you speak, you stutter on every line/
You best go back to the drawing board and check yourself cuz your lines sound like Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes//
Your basic rhyme scheme is used by simpletons, that style you have sounds like sh1t and reads like crap/
I don't know where you spent rap lessons on buddy but you sure sound like you're right out of the Cat in the Hat on crack//
Hung by a noose for sound'n like Dr. Suess, I see your future awaits you/
Warzone Headline News, "Strangles himself for come'n off wack and sound'n like a fake fool as the world goes on continuing to hate you, hope'n the Lord never tries to recreate you.//

:)

lol, nice

Can't believe you fools still wanna test me
Bring your guns and your bullet proof vests g
My rhymes will slice you like a ginzu, lynch you and convince you
To retire then expire, as I set it on fire
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, flying kicks but no wire
The invicible untouchable, 'bout throw it on down
Getting nervous? wipe your sweat, B*tch give me that crown!

<DJ scratching "King of Rock">
"...I'm the King..Ki....Ki...Ki....Ki...King of Rock..there is none..nawawawawawaw ...none higher.."

Suckahs!!!

Horse you just sounded so wack, I can't even cus
If I didn't know better, you probly rode the short bus
If you think you're a threat you must be smokin' meth
Cause your flows stinks worth than Warzone's breath

Here's a free lesson on being the king
Quit trying to rap and start learning to sing
That's cause your rap's so bad you're gonna end up in jail
Rockin' the high notes, as Bubba tags you in the tail

You'll spend 10 years in county, as the population slut
By the time you get out you won't know pussy from butt
So go take singing lessons or learn to play the flute
Cause if you keep on rappin', you'll be a cell-block fruit

No crowns, just frowns look'n like sad clowns, hope'n for an act to get some scratch/
Sound'n your name to get some fame, but end up get'n snatched by wooded canes and tossed out with the rest of the wack rap batch//
Far from rated R, let it be known I lent Vin Diesel the title triple X/
Parental guidence suggested whenever JC rhymes fast 'n furyious, action packed with verbal FX//

Warzone is Laim,                      Talkin bout his Mullet
He only grows it that long,       So his boyfriend can Pull-It

His ryimes are so weak,            Weak as a Mouse
Go buy some new Tires,            To put on your House.

Trailor Park Trash,                    Is all that you are
You ride the Bus,                      Cause you aint got no Car

You shouldn't have tried,        You should have known better
A poor boy like you,                Your just a Debtor

I just got done Rolling,           And crushing some spines
Now I gotta come here,         An bust all your Rhymes

The Cows in the Barn,           The roots in the cellar
Back to skid row,                   You poor little feller

I'm stokin my Fire,                Getting the Branding Iron Hot
Put my brand on your Mullet,   To show what your Not

Your not your own Man,        Not even a Rapper
But my Brand on your Mullet,    Makes you look dapper

Now your one of my Cows,     Even though your a Tapper
Get back in the Barn,              Before I get the cow Zapper

You were doing just fine,        Coming out of the gate
Then you tried me,                  Now your learnin your Fait

I feel sorry for you,               You poor trailer park Trash
Stop by my Ranch,                And I'll give you some Cash

If you ask really nice,            and suck on my Balls
I'll give you a Job,                  Cleaning my Stalls.

Cut off your Mullet,                And clean up your Act
With your 386,                      Youl only get Hacked

no more sittin back and readin this sh*t,
im tired of all fools thinkin they can spit

i got no mullet, no horse, or no 40
i got my crazy skills that switch it up like E40
didnt grow up in no ghetto, trailer or ranch
rose straight up out of the streets of burbank

when i spit, the earth starts to shake
all you mofos start to disenegrate
fallin thru the cracks like elivis's grave
runnin faster then mike johnson on a relay

my jiujitsu is worse, even rickson observes
everytime i get on the mat fools pick up their purse
feared by refs, avoided by staff
i roam the mat like tarzan on crack

heres a taste of whats to follow next
if ur smart you'll leave without your limbs apart

LOL! hey thats the only s**t i could think of that rhymed! LOL!  hey did anyone ready about Serra callin BJ a B*TCH!!!!  he said BJ talked smack about him in an interview...about how he only trained a week for his fight..anyone know where that interview is???

<DJ shouting> Horsegracie to the mic!
<crowd> Rip it up, horse, rip it!
<DJ shouting> Horsegracie to the mic!
<crowd> Rip it up, horse, rip it!

Ah damm.  Back into the flow of it <pause>
Ah man.  SkillsOnTheMic I'm showing it <pause>
Dat true. Competition I'm crushing kid <pause>
That's you. Embarrassed now your blushing kid <pause>
Boo hoo. Stop crying like a little girl <pause>
You knew. I snatch you by your Jerry curl <pause>
That's it. Stop fronting cuz you're skills are wack <pause>
Oh sh*t. Rip the stage or on the mat <pause>
You tap.   Your arm's gonna break son <pause>
Get your back.  Your neck I'm gonna take son <pause>
Deep breath.   The choke is tight, you're blue dog <pause>
No Test.  You tap the mat, you're through hog <pause>

Buck Buck Buck. Fresh for 2k3, suckahs!!!!! Rippin the competition with a 1987 style, boyeeeeeee!!! No competition!!! No test!!!

<crowd cheers>

<DJ scratching> "I came to ...awawawa.. I came to bring the pain... hardcore...awawawawa.....I came to bring the pain... hardcore..."

My necks too thick
my hair too short
the only thing you be chokin
is the foot i show up your throat

no pause in my game cuz i dont refrain
i say whats on my brain w/o restrain
my rhymes are ill, like a submarine ready to kill
loaded with nukes to fire at will

bring on your game and feel the pain
im like tupac aimin' for your brain
5 pops and you down, i blow up your town
hunting your kids cuz im manson the insane clown

lodi dodi
my grandma knows karate
she went to the party
and she beat up everybody


you guys don't deserve my A game ;D

the rev

Jesus, NoName, FDT and Rudini, your rhymes be so sh*tty
  For you I have eternal pity
Like the Highlander, I go from era to era
  Finding the worst rapper, came here
Found CK, and now am flushing him down the crapper
 First, you worship a president who looks like a monkey
Even with George Clinton in the house you couldn't get funky
 I flew to Florida, found ya house by sense of smell
There you were inside glued to the screen of your dell
 23 hours a day you're on this forum
Stinking up the place with your sh*tty rhyme decorum
 I would teach you some manners but that would take all day
I be out in the barn with yo sister rolling in the hay
 I don't like to demean women, but in this case I had to
I did it, I did her, made her call me sir,For six hours she went "mooo"

But you didn't hear it, you was still inside your house
 Six hours later playing with your custom rodeo mouse
You were on the computer, pursuing a dream,
 King of a forum, whose members with you wouldn't  be seen
The cowsh*t on yo hands, they won't never be clean
 The things you've done, if I was a cow I would be on the run

For a living you handle cow balls, the worst part is what you do to   them after night falls
  That's animal ab u s e, although I doubt they feel it, your sister told me your weeny has the thickness of a fuse
 How did she know that? Another transgression.
At least these other MCs be in jiu jitsu progressin'
 It is almost time that I end this session
Gettin tired of serving up this lesson
 All the while you been dressin, up in yo sista's clothes
I know the game I spit feels like a fist upon yo nose
 We all see how good your rhymes are, in your aura it shows
So I will leave you with this one last dose

Leave the cows alone, move out your mom's home
 Get an apartment, find a real job
Go wash your wrangler jeans, nobody likes a slob
 You could volunteer with retards, get some real friends
Go work with Florida's elections, try to make amends
 Hang up the velcro chaps and forget the stupid hats
Stop putting your pecker in the bungholes of cats
 For sure it will be hard, to stop your douchebag ways
Sh*t, I don't really care,  I could cut on you like this for days
 I know that you''ll feel the need on this thread once more to post
Keep coming back boy because you like a chicken I roast
 Don't take this ill flow too personal, in fact I'm only kidding
I might need your approval, so constantly yo sista's ass I be hitting
I'm glad you're on this forum, that Jacky D you should keep pouring
 Maybe you won't notice how I've got yo sister on the corner whoring

Go hop in your pickup, take a spin around town
Try to forget about I made you look like a weak clown
Here is the sceptre, here is the robe, the title of forum douchebag upon you I now crown..


 

CK leading the poll?
what's up with that?
how much you paying the trolls?

you're the cat that's the least deserving
that bullsh*t is definitely unnerving
I say stop the violence against each other
team up, and beat down this wack CK brother.

CK- prepare to get your cow kooked!

Just here chill'n listen to Company Flow, read'n these lycs.

Some came through with catchy punchlines and some, well.... :-\

JC Plentee of skills...
Joe Camacho

suck dics, havin' no chicks
playin hard to get on the internets
jiujitsu gear board
while your sittin there... [pass the mic]

Word up rudini, takin' down CK will be a walk in the park
After I trash him like I did you, I'm gonna face Marcia Clark
That's cause my rhymes are so ill, they stick like CK's spur
I'll probably be charged with defamation of character

Now before I get deep, let's get one thing perfectly clear
I love all you dawgs more than a fine Canadien bière
However, when you start frontin' like you know how to rap
That makes me have to regulate and take you off the map

Of all of your rhymes, the ones I find most glaringly wack
Belong to CK when he's tryin' to talk smack
Now don't get me wrong CK's a pretty cool dude
That's only if were talkin' politix, like the Korean feud

CK's rap game leaves a worse taste than pizza with pickles
At this rate, he's gonna be on the street dancin' for nickels
He probably learned to rap while milking his cows
Or while he was constipated fixing his daddy's plows

His rhymes flow worse than a river full of dirt
They're even more tacky than a hooker's skirt
There should be some kinda rule to ban his "yee-haw"
The Forum needs start an anti-country rap bylaw

His raps are wacked more than Pee-Wee Herman's dong
He should seriously go write an "I suck at rap" song
I'd rather be in Baghdad than listen to another of his rants
His lyrics suck so bad I think Warzone pooped his pants

When he tries to spit raps, he rhymes like a tool
He'd have much better luck bringing peace to Kabul
That's why I'm gettin' him out of this game, with a helpful push
So he can go back to the Politix board, and jerk-off to Bush

I come from Ypsilanti
my rhymes were sweet as candy
made my way out to Cali
saw some jiu-jitsu in the valley
signed up with John Machado
now I feel like I won the lotto
because both physically and verbally
-- and this ain't no hyperbole--
and slap you into submission
so hard that you'll wishin'
I finish your ass oh so quickly
and you don't always feel so sickly.

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it.
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it.

Let me begin.  My rhyme flow smoother than silk, G
Terrorizing haters cuz their flow is on empty
Don't tempt me.
I'll strangle you like your in a vice black
I'm sick of this. Your style, coming straight off a wack track
The king.   I grab the mic and burn up the set yo
Ridiculous.  You faders try to step up to Cujo
In a Rage.  The Firestarter burn you to Misery
Your History.   My lyrics set it off like a Blizzard G
Go home.  I'll send  from the stage to the grave kid
Your gone.   You should have known you're gonna get played kid
Suicide.   Step to me's like playing with fire G
To rest.   Like Jordan, time for you to retire B


Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it.
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it.

D Nice

ok, so can we all agree that i win?

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it

Part 2.  You're through.  Credits roll at the end yo
Bollea.  You're weak.   Your curfew starts up at 10 yo
Dismantled. Taken out /  like the garbage on Sunday
Trampled.  My lyrics cut your life into 1 day
Nothing.   Drop the mic and let the real king contol it
Scared.  Take the mic but you can't even hold it
The crown.  I wear and the belt on my shoulder
The champion.  I'm hot, next to you, it feels colder
Chill.  Relax and let reality set y'all
Accept it.  I rule the game. Now tell me who's next y'all?

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it

How about this, make a braket of all emcees participating.
The first two write battle eachother. No one posts or write raps
until they both have written their rhymes. The panel judges and votes who wins.
The first guy on top of the battle goes first, then the second guy will drop his.

The winner advances to the next round.

OR....

They both get the same topic and who ever write the best and catchiest rhyme on that topic, win!!!



 ;D

Thats a good Idea. Who will be the judges?

It's got to be a shock,                A cowboy winning this game
It only goes to show,                Your rhymes are just so Laim

Now you wanna gang up,         And try to bring me down
You should really be embarest,    A cowboy made you frown

I have zero experiance,             I don't come from the street
It was just a Rodeo Cowboy      by wich you juist got Beat

Now you try to campaign            To make my numbers Lower
Jealous cause I burnd you up,    Like I had a Flame Throw-er

I should get all the Props,           For be-in such a Player
Instead you try to insult,            Could you get any Laimer

The whole Forrum saw,             The Cowboy came to battle
I hurt you all real bad,               And now you want to Tattle

Go back to you little Hood,        And try to bring it stronger
I'll sit back and watch,            Like a Cowboy Stealth Bomber

Keep this on the up and up,   Cast your vote for me
The Cowboy brought the Smack Down,  Thats the way it gots to be

yo, punks, with your spinoff rap threads,
this is the original, get it in your heads,
i started this s**t, and i'll finish it, cause i never quit,
so take your polls,
put it in your holes,
cause this thread only has one goal,
to snuff out all the wack rappin trolls,
so if you want to rap in another thread,
go ahead,
but remember, you all fled!!!!
if anyone wants to remain,
step to me and bing your A game.

Yo, cowboy after I tore you up on post #144
Why you even speakin', you really want some more?
Your raps suck and you aint even worth my breath
So kindly go back to humpin' your cow Jo Beth

My rhymes are outta your league, so go ride your horses
Or I'll strike down upon you, like the U.S. armed forces
The fact of the matter is, you'll never be down
Cause you're too busy workin' as a rodeo clown

So quit wastin' space on this here jiu-jitsu/rap forum
Cause your country-ass don’t even know basic rap decorum
Now it really feels like I'm now beatin' a dead horse
Cause my words hit harder than snow from the norse

So go do yourself a favor and quit puttin' up a front
Or I'll make you look silly like a Tom Tupa punt
My lyrics are a blessin', so why don't you go take notes
Cause you know if I was on the poll, I'd have all the votes

Yo,  sucka MCs Lets Rolls in your house
Just me and your woman with her silky red blouse.
Don’t worry my friends...I’ll treat her just fine.
You know what I’ll do and it’ll blow her mind.

My soft caress on her milky white thigh;
Her lips will part as I hear her sigh,
“Let’s roll, Let’s Roll.  Let’s roll right now!”
“Let’s roll, Let’s Roll.  My mans ridin’ his cow.”

But enough of them.  Let’s talk about me -
Two twenty, ripped and six foot three.
So you wanna dance?  Think you’ll choke me out?
Not a chance my friend, that you can tap me out.

Girls they love my deep dark eyes
And my strong arms that rock ‘em when they cry.
Kissin’ my six pack and movin’ my hips
The ladies dig hearin’ their name from my lips.

Let’s roll, Let’s Roll.  Let’s Rolls the man
Let’s roll, Let’s Roll. Let’s Rolls the man.

i'm 666, i'm the beast,
i got some feelings that are starting to feast,
they need to be released,
cause an ulcer is what i need the least,
this thread is my underworld, it's my realm,
everyone is in and i'm at the helm,
this rage stems from my youth,
cause my dad hit me and knocked out my tooth,
he slapped me retarded,
just because i farted,
then turned around and told my mom that i started,
damn, that was cold-hearted,
he made me this way,
you hear what i'm tryin' to say,
i carry around this pain every day,
and it just won't go away....

terry needs a hug  :(

go terry, go terry,  go terry  go terry, go terry,  go terry  

Please....I would own a tourney

Ya'll ain't got nuthin when I fill you with stuffin
you talk a good game, but I think that you're bluffin
It's time to tap out!  C'mon, cure all you suffering
the pain I inflicts gonna need 6 million bufferin

6 million ways to ROLL, so I chose, a rear naked choke
that poured blood out'cha nose
But that wasn't enough, I was feeling so ill,
I had to make you aware of how a kimura feels
You tried to tap out, but I wouldn't let go
I passed your arm through my guard into a nice tri-an-gle

To roll with these rhymes, you must have been drinking saki
diddn't anyone warn you about YAMASAKI
Acting cocky, thats only gonna get you hurt
Let's roll, mabey will find out whats under that skirt
I'm putting in work, Plus my STAND UP'S ill too
my right Thai kicks a knife that might slice through ginsu
a jab, hook and a cross, two elbows and a left skipping knee,
I'm sure by now your aware you ain't got nothing on me

I don't battle for fun, for fun I go fight
Shout out to YAMASAKI
TO YA'LL BAMA'S... GOODNIGHT.

Claim what you want but your skill aint real
your nose be growin with every lie you spill

talkin about standup like you was maurice
in that case i'll be tyson and knock out your teeth
every left you throw, i'll eat like cabbage
then come back harder like i was ruthless robbie lawler with a bad habbit

dont even try to compete on the groundwork
my mat skills surprass everyone
royce, royler and even rorian,
come to me for a advice from keylocks to handguns

my combos are swift like a double edge sword
i carry double attacks from every angle
i hit u with a nice single, only to switch it up
and finish with a double

you wont know what hit ya when i spin to your back
your eyes be rollin while your arm folds back
switchin up to a slicer cuz i feel hyper
i tear you bicep up like i was a meat clover

they call me noname and im an insomniac
i stay up all night and beat up your ole hag
next time you sign on best step back
or else you'll leave with a half nut sac

Mr. de Tal, I rearrange your name and call you the Late  Mr. D/
Different Strokes for different folks, leave'n you decomposing in your closet for talk'n that gay sh1t, your style ain't straight enough to compete against Mr. JC to the P//
Who's smoke'n that pipe, you're the one talk'n about dudes sleep'n with fellas/
I'm not in that gay crap nor gay rap so you best find your lucky stars in Gay Bars in downtown Dallas//
Stars and straps, yup, that's what your pink shirt tags/
Strapped in bondage with five points up your a$$, shooting from your hip, jiz'n s**t juice & filling up dirt bags//

I knew that was your script when I read "hogtied" in your rhyme/
That's how the L.A.P.D had you when you were f*g'n on the corner tute'n on Hollywood & Vine nick named "Sun Shine//
I read the front page news, you was lip-sticked and d1ck-sticked pose'n with all smiles/
You even gave a shout out to Richard Simmons, wink'n, talk'n about, "Papi, I'll be home in a while"//
You're cover's blown, your secret's shown but I know you don't care/
That's why you're hidding behind your screen unseen visiting singles sites of gay men - your preference, tall & dark with jerry curl hair//

After the fellas read this, I know you'll give me thanks/
Free promotion for your ass in martial arts, hope'n you get a call from Billy Blanks for his d1ck to yank while you're getting spanked.//




WHAT!!!!


JCP!

You drew first blood call'n out my name/
Those words shouldn't have never come out, things would have still been the same//
Talk'n about me being a slacker and put'n me away?/
You should have never mentioned my name, point'n fingers, had to come back with a dis and check you cuz you still sound gay//
I never dis anyone unless those who take the first shot, shoot'n from behind/
I keep my friends close and my enemies closer, the rule - diss'n me on your line was'nt kind, blab'n your mouth in your rhyme//
Now there you go again talk'n that f****t sh1t/
Didn't you get enough in the first round, now you want some d1ck to lick?//
Yeah I cursed, so what, I do to get my point across/
Sh1t piss'n me talk'n you want'n more boys to toss//
Take your sh1t elsewhere dawg, no fags around me/
Homophobic, damn straight - I don't need fudgepackers polute'n my masculinity come'n with that f*g rhyme artistry//
I love women dawg, so take your drag somewhere else/
You're better off post'n on ######.com, your site, so you can say, "Mr. de Tal the Gay Blade, all up in the house!"


JCP

Put down the mic, step away from the stage
time for me hit u with a deadly hand grenade.
my rhymes like a venom, quick and strong
penetrating thru your body and makin' it numb
worse then king cobra when i sting ya
movin so fast you wouldnt know what stung ya
your body on the floor twitchin and s**t
begging for help but you just gettin dissed
stompin your head, kickin you in the lungs
waitin to for me to finish but i've just begun
time to wrap up cuz this aint no fun
pickin on kids that dont even know how to run
time for you to retire before a spit more fiyah
burnin you alive while the crowd watches and cries

the battle between jcp and mr. dt is heating up
just don't y'all forget who owns the cup!

it is rudini
all you want to be me
go and call Fellini
to make a movie about thee
instead of "City of Women"
he'll call it "City of Little Girls"
JCP could whip his tiny penis out
and give DT a necklace of pearls
hopefully, they'll give you a share of the film's profits
cuz all the forum rappers will buy and jack off to it
I think all you homophobic haters are overcompensating
you must be hiding your desiring to be whilin' and fellating

I'm not even going to call you wack, that would just insult those who really are./
Your comedic rhyme flow's suck, like you on your man in the back seat of your car//
You couldn't get fly if I fed your rhymes and words to the birds/
Locked in a Birdcage with your sloppy style, beeking your own turds with no verbs//
No action, lost traction, you're walk'n on thin ice/
How are you going to claim hip-hop strut'n around with your mullet, dressed in pink suits think'n you're Miami Vice?//
Sup dawg, this flow can go on and on/
I freestyle for days like broken records, dis'n you, till the break of dawn even when I yawn//
This ain't new to me, this all practice, all fun, and all day/
Every Friday night in L.A. on stage I battle for real with chrome mics over dope tracks and dope beats that play//
I'm a true emcee, I'm Dialated, like the homie Rakka and Evidence/
JC Plentee of skills kills for thrills in battle fields with battle spills, on point with no hesitance//


JCP

silly ass NoName sucka-
don't think I forgot about you
you don't belong in a movie
it's more like a zoo.

But wait...
is that the right answer?
I mean your crappy rhymes
are likely to give the poor animals cancer.

When U2 did "Where the Streets Have NoName"
it wasn't about you and your style of such a bore
but when I watch you try to fight I definitely know
"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"

God damn' rudini, I've already to beat you down twice
If you keep "wack-rappin", I won't be nearly as nice
I clowned you like Bobo on post # One-Seventeen
If I hit you again, you're gonna need another spleen

So do us all a favor, go to bed and take a nap
Cause our ears start hurtin' when you try to rap
Now don't take this hard, you're just another rap troll
That's why I played you here twice and once on the poll

okay... so my last rhyme wasn't the baddest
but what about groundhog? ... that's just the saddest
posting complaining about ellipses?
that's anal crap left for the sissies.
why not bitch about all the crappy spelling
or grammar
or uhhh...
is this flowing gelling? :-X

Now Mr. de Tal you're a pretty cool cat
But when it comes to rappin' you aint all that
Your flow is uglier than Tito's wrath
It's even more confusing than calculi math

You're rap is more painful than rooting for the Cubs
It's like tryin' to play Black Jack without any clubs
You lack more flow than the Everglade swamp
I'd rather get booted with a Sakuraba stomp

Your lyrical flow I could find on a 2nd grade paper
It's more nauseatin' than bungeein' a sky-scraper
I'd rather eat glass than listen to another of your raps
They make me wanna binge on a case full of Schnapps

It's like you learned how to rhyme while snortin' pills
The way your goin', you'll be rhymin' beaks with bills
So why don't you take a moment and to go re-think
Give up your raps, cause you're the threads weak link

Here's 50 Cents, go buy yourself a style/
Buy the Dummies Book of Rhyme cuz your style is juvenile//
Read'n your scripts looks like your wrote them with your fat crayons/
Try'n be large write'n fast when you should be getting your gay on//
How're you going leave your man all alone, he's wait'n on your bed/
Get off your Commedore 64 post'n crap and go finish him off with some head//
Leave the rap to us, the real emcees, we'll close this session with the right way/
Dope rhymes, dope lines, dope minds together, while you can be continue'n to fight for GAY!//



JCP

JCP's goin' off on the gay tip again
why don't you just admit you really LUV men?

dropping your every friday night forays
like it'll get you some cred,
why don't you tell us what really happens
on a "gay sexploits" thread?

You wanna call out my name?
Your either stoopid or krazy
your rhymes are first degree white belt
and I'm HELIO GRACIE
You came here to battle,
but you ain't making the weight
on the mat it's your fate
no need to hasten your wake
making mistakes with rap that's falling sub-par
whoever you are, how 'bout a flying arm bar
You try to conceed, but theres no referee
It looks so hard to breath
when on your stomach's my knee
Two for flinchin, sucka
I see you looking all scared
when I'm done
you'll need more perscription pills than Mark Kerr
You should fear the REAPER
it's about time to pay
I'll UMAPLATA your @ss
while Sam yells "WHOOP TE-RE-RE"

Looks like your getting all winded
about to TAP OUT and QUIT
Chit man, I've barely even broken a sweat
Gi or No-GI, it dosn't matter to me
it could be WWE and you'd be pinned 1-2-3
Think about it man, cause you don't know how to act
your on a Ju-Jitsu forum, and your TRYING to RAP
I'm not trying, I am - that's the difference you see
my style in dope, yours is whack as can be
Forget one at a time, I'll take crews on in three's
SPIT RHYMES SO HARD I'LL KNOCK PATCHES OFF OF YOUR GI!
 

There you go Rudini, put'n your nose in someone elses biz/
Take notes from Bevois cuz your style is for kids//
No Romper Room acts here, this is for true emcees/
Rudini like Hoodini, you got no Friends, so take your Zoro hat and disappear cuz you're knocking me with your ZZZZZzzzzzzZZz's//

JCP

ahhh s**t a double attack?
first FDT and then rudini fires back
bring as many as you want cuz i aint movin
swingin arms so fast both your heads be spinin

ahh but wait more come in to play
i bust out with my knife and cut away
take out your knees then your neck
i work so swiftly and slit out you sac

10 more heads start to attack
i put out the knife and bring out the gat
sprayin you fools like it was pepper spray
i aint stoppin till all you bleed away

I'm sensing some anger, some intricate plan.
Didn't I already tell yall that ChimChim's the man?
These quips are for kids, silly mic rookies,
I've taken your lunch doe, now I'm back for your cookies!
Understand your limits. Your best game's a B,
My worst line's a platinum-selling CD.
Now on with your wackness, Yall got to be done.
I'm BET, you're a gay VH1.

~The ChimChim

bevois you need to leave it alone
call up JCP- maybe he'll suck on your bone.
chimchim talks about stealing cookies and selling cd's
but the only thing his rhymes do is spread more disease.

Yo Rudini, my man, take that sh!t to the back.
Your screename ain't clever, your rhymes are straight wack!
"Who am I" 's much better, with your made up ID,
As far as diseased, your girl gave it to ME!

~The ChimChim

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!

Oh snap! all you suckahs need to give back the mic
You face looks hard, but your ryhmes sound light
That's right
The Controller's back to take over the stage
My flow rolls smooth, your flow's just played

FDT, you hearin me? your flow belongs in pre-school
Grab the mic again, I'll straight elbow, elbow, knee you

JC. JC.
Are you crazy, crazy?
Your flow's lazy, lazy
Your vision: hazy, hazy
My flow's amazing, mazing
Your flow is gay, G  Gay, G
My style don't fade, see? fade, see?
Your style is played, see? played, see?

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!

rudini? Who?
Your rhymes are straight jacked up
I thought that you knew
Like a present you're wrapped up
Hacked up.
And on the mat you will tap, huh?
Duck for cover, as I peel the cap backwards

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!

Rudini, when are you ever gonna learn, you're style ain't new/
I use to bust your style back in 86, rock'n addidas and fat laces to the sounds of the NWA Compton Crew//
What do you know about rap, you don't a have clue/
The only rap you know is wrap'n gifts at your season job, down with the WalMart Gang Wrapping Crew//
Rap takes skills and talent and we all know you lack both/
Your stories are like aesop fables, myths & fantasies, talk'n about you reign supreme but you really have no hope//


JCP

Oh lord, another man wants to test his fate, think'n he's great/
Horse, if you really look'n for a battle, go to UndergroundHip-Hop.com, battle forums and find someone who feels like battle'n someone fake//

Why is that just because a sucka sees "8 Mile", he wan't to jump on the banwagon and all of a sudden thinks he can rap, claim'n to be an emcee.

Sucka please!!!!!

"Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!"
-D Nice



JCP

I didn't quit
I just got bored
not enough glory for a man of the Lord
Fulano I'm not pie eyed, wide eyed, or hog tied
you gave some props, I thought we were allied
but now it is your turn to get fried

FDT? or is it FTD? is it flowers or STD'S
whoever whatever better call some md's
your styles is more dated than Fonzerelli's
JC has game to spare, not just hot air
he rymes more like super nat, than prince of bel air
but keep on bustin, cause I don't even care
I'm just a big white boy, who's missin his hair
got no flow, no go, just lots a mojo
don't need no speed
leave that to flojo
you try and knock me down, but I come up like a yoyo
I am bouncing back easy
movin on up like george and weezie
to the east side, or west side
lastin like formaldahyde
got no ego, got no pride, got no lexus to ride, inside
but clownin you fools, is not very tiring
just point my keyboard and commence firing
it's easy, its quick
just click click click
and they hit you in the head like a big red brick
Now I'm gonna go train
leave you to explain
why your rymes are dope
and mine are just lame

the rev

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!

Part 3.    Eliminating  JC.
By Me.    Don't go getting hasty.
Just flee.   Your butterfinger rhymes slip
Don't trip.  Make sure you watch your back, black
Cuz I attack.  StraightBlast down the centerline
And you're blind.  Miss Cleo tried to read your mind
But its blank.  Go home and wash your Krugans
Cuz it stank.  Steady rhymin like a hooligan
The Thug life.  Or should I say "A Bug's Life"
Cuz that's you.  A Disney level wack MC
And that's true.  You'll never touch the mic again
"My friend".  Brazilians say it once again
"My friend".   I'm gonna wrap my pony tail around
Your neck.  "EZ kill". You're gonna struggle with
Your Breath.  Don't bother tapping out son
Cuz you're done.  Just dream and let the z's come, z's come z's come, z's come <echo>


Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!
Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it!

chim chim is rockin' y'all

Horsegracie, me versus you? Come on dawg, you're really no threat/
I'd rather battle someone cool & worthy like James, me vs you would really be no sweat//
Battle'n you would be like take'n candy from a baby, there's really no satisfaction/
I'd handle you like a ragdoll and dangle you out the window like that psycho Michael Jackson//
You ain't me, your style ain't free, you're the sucka in line always paying for admission/
You're the cat that tries to sneak in and end up getting caught - NOT COOL, that's just stupidstition//
Hang with me dawg and I'll show you the ropes/
Just mention my name at any club and they'll all tell you, "Damn, that fool's dope!"
Even groupies will drape on you just for carrying my coat/
They'll even ask for your autograph not wanting to bug me - intimidated, stuttering words be clog'n up theirs throats//
No need to gain fame off someone's last name so I suggest you lose the "Gracie"/
Just call yourself Horse like Mr. Ed and saddle up and skip town before Helio's family decides to displace thee//


JCP

Please pass the mic!!!!! ;D

Beat it, Beat it, Beat it... <DJ scratching "Beat it" in background>

JC Plentee? You should be JC empty
Your rhyme style's weak. Your pillow fight's friendly. You send me.
Into a deep slumber.  
Not from a choke/ Your boring lyrics take me under.
Anesthetic.    
Or should I say,  Anestesia.
Hit you so hard, you're gonna catch Amnesia
Show ME the ropes?  Stop trying to get over
Carry your coat?  That Salvation Army pullover?
Puh-leeze.  
The only groupies you've got "champ",
Are Chim chim,  rudini and the bum on the offramp.
Holdin up a sign
Saying "I'll work for some food, bro"
Took a closer look at the bum and it's you, bro!
My bad.  
But that your wack lyrics I'm taxin
AND THEN I grab my nuts,  twist my knees like Michael Jackson.

Eeee-heeeeee

Beat it, Beat it, Beat it... <DJ scratching "Beat it" in background>

 ::)

 :-X :D ;D

Not worth my time yo.

Next!!!!

Damn horse, I'm laughin my ass off at you tryin' to talk smack
Vanilla Ice just called and wants his "wack-flow" title back
After I played you like a gameboy on post # one-twenty-nine
Your rhymes have gotten older than a fine Italian wine

Your lyrics are more beat than Tommy Lee's wives
It's like your tryin' to buy a car with only three fives
You lack more content than Tank Abbott's game
That's why your rap sucks and your rhymes are so lame

If you gave me a nickel for each of your busted raps
I'd get filthy rich and your bankroll would collapse
I'd have more money than the Prince of Monaco
You'd refer to me as sir, every time you said hello

So take my advice, if you wanna learn from the best
Cause you're gettin' worse and even harder to digest
Your game is even worse than the Cardinals of Arizona
You're gonna get arrested, just like that kunt Winona

You need to go re-think why you're puttin' up this front
Cause your game's got less flavor than a roached Philly blunt
So please go do us a favor and go into rap exile
Since you have no flow or the least bit of style

Mr. Ed...err, my bad. I meant HorseGracie
Your amatuer attempt simply didn't phase me
So wanna play with the men, callin' out the Man
Better buy yourself a pen. Try and catch me if ya can.
It's hilarious how your wackness mentions me
I'll dismantle you faster than you can count to three.
So you're a horse, well, was your mama quite a lass
I heard she liked jiz-filled farmers' fists up her a**.
Look, you know your comebacks' gonna try to impress,
Well show a little talent, make it ten lines or less.


~The ChimChim

ChimChim & Bevois killed it!!!!


WORD!!!!!!!! 8)


Now that how us emcees hold it down!!!!

Advanced Emceeing 101.....class is in session!!!!!!

JCP

Post 200, now bring it Mr. Horse.
But I'll be back Tomorrow, to serve that a**, of course.


~The ChimChim

alright, kids, i'm back in the saddle,
over 200 replies to "who wants to battle?",
and everyone who stepped got tipped like cattle,
i'll ask one more time,
who wants to rhyme?
i'll sit and wait with my corona and lime.


in the meantime, here's something witty,
a true story from atlantic city,
i drank so much every girl was lookin' pretty.
got up from craps, just took a big loss,
but i still strolled through like i was the boss,
i caught the eye of a hot young chick,
brought her up to the room to suck my dick,
things went furhter, i did her all night,
then i woke up to quite a sight,
the biatch was fat, fat as can be,
i was sick, i was in misery,
can i get some butter with those rolls?,
how the hell did i find the holes?


i kicked her out and that's the end of my story,
so who's steppin up it takes guts for glory

Terry terry quite contrary
your chick was fat
was she also hairy, scary
or was he a fairy
dressed up in a skirt
on red alert
for some drunk ass hetro
to have for dessert
your say it so loud
you seem almost proud
so tell me terry do you still fart aloud?

the rev

Tried to ignore this crap but yall KEPT IT WACK/So now I gotta ERECT THE SLAPS/so hard ya NECKS WILL SNAP :o/Who's the first to OBJECT TO THAT? :-X *looks around feverishly*........ / RESPECT YOU LACK like Takada, you shoulda never STEPPED TO MAT/ Verbally "snipe" like homeless "LEATHERNECKS WIT GATS"/ DEJECT THE WACK/Like Cupid's aim on stupid dames, ya shoot MISDIRECTED RAPS/I "spit dope" till the DEA opened my mouth to "CHECK FOR CRACK"/ Who wants to PROTECT THE PACK?/I play lowball so  advise u wear a cup to PROTECT YA SAC/ Dont mean to SET U BACK/but  "SIGN OUT" if you wanna keep ya RESPECT INTACT/

rev, rev, for a man of god,
you have wierd thoughts that are very odd,
you talk of transtescticles,
and all sorts of specticles,
but this is my party and i'm the host,
your rhymes are burnt like your moms french toast,
that's right, straight to the mom jokes  i go,
cause i'm a gangsta and that's how i flow,
u took a shot, but i served you on a platter,
your style is doo doo, like fecal matter,
bang, bang, your brain will splatter.

(one line over chim chim's required 10 line limit, but i wanted to shoot you in the head! ;))

Oh yeah,

well Why don't you try to say that to my face >:(

 ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

busy day,

too much to do

will have to wait

ta get to you

the rev

<DJ scratching>
Here I am. R A W.. awawawa
Here I am. R A W. A terrorist...awawawa
Here I am. R A W. A terrorist, here to bring trouble to

...


Ah sh*t. The three stooges steppin to the stage
Sit back down. I'm bout to flow into a rage
Like the Incredible Hulk
But without the purple pants.
Some people turn to guns, I like to kill y'all with my hands
Around your necks.
I walk into the place and get respect.
JC walks in with Bevois, with Chim Chim on his Peck..er
Is that a threeway?
Or should I say a circle jerk?
JC hangs onto Bevois while Chim pulls up his skirt
Get a room!
Or should I say get a broom
Handle.
Your fairy flow and wack style, my lyrics I have dismantled
Your crew.
My style is always new.
Wack lyrics stick to you like glue
From one turns to three, from three back down to two
And now you're through.
Broken down.  But you three still keep on tryin
My mic's the weapon of mass destruction Sadaam's been hidin
Bevois with Chim and Chim with him and JC
I didn't mean to interrupt, you three go back to "practicing" ..ahem.. "no-gi"  ;)

<DJ scratching>
Here he is. G A Y.. ayayaya
Here he is. G A Y. His panties are lacey...ayayaya
Here he is. G A Y. A romo, by the name of horsegracie

... ;)

Horsie best not even be speakin' my way
Cause all he's spoken bout is catchin' the gay
If you ask me, that's a pretty narrow mind
But that's his choice if he takes it from behind

He likes to rap about homo's, but perhaps that's his gift
Since he swings both ways more than a Doppler shift
His raps are weak and fruitier than the Citrus Bowl
Perhaps that makes him the thread's "romo rap" troll

By the way what does the "Horse" stand for
Did you get it in jail as the cell-block whore?
Gettin' your throat horse on your knees all day
As Bubba and Chester taught you all about the gay

Now you're outta the clink, and wanna talk smack
You'd have better luck bringin' respect to Iraq
You're better off in jail where we can't here your hollers
Cause your raps are queerer than a bill worth 3 dollars

I've shot you down twice like Marcellus Wallace would
So I'm reiteratin' again in case you've misunderstood
My words strike faster than a SRT-10 Dodge Viper
If you provoke me again I'll take you out like a sniper

You see I'm a "wack rap" assassin, eliminatin' all of the jokes
I've erased you, rudini, and CK, because your rap game smokes
Pole that is, more than Kobe Tai in her feature porn flicks
That's why I'm doin' you a favor by givin' you the deep six

Horse, YOU SUCK MAN!  :o
Why are you even still trying
With every post of a thread
your getting closer to dying
Stop crying   :'(
I guess I'll have to eat you up too
But there's really no point in battling you  :-\
your punch line arn't funny  :(
chit, they don't even rhyme
when mine are like diamonds
check the flawless design   ;)
You might be RETARDED
so I won't be too mean
just don't answer this post   :-X
battle me in your dreams
in your head you might beat me
you might even be great
but in real life
A HORSE IS A PIG THAT DON'T FLY STRAIGHT~!!!!!!!!!!   :-[

Bevois
Or should I say "Butthead"
Always talking loud, but still aint saying nuthin
You're frontin
Trying to ride my tidal wave of rhymes
Your raps are so crippled they need help from March of Dimes

On the mat, I'm a terror
With the mic I don't care I
Gots to take a suckah out step to the front punk I dare ya

Bevois, You learnin yet? Pay attention while I teach this
Rap king crown on my head, you jump, but still can't reach this

It's funny.
A battle, Bet on me I'll make you money
Wipe your nose little Bevois, crying hard, your nose is runny

This rap contest, I hold it down and then I strangle
Put your cash on Bevois, I'll take your money like Calango

Mushroom, "..a pig that don't fly straight?"
How old are you? 12? Or maybe you're closer to 8.
Bitch please.
I think you caught the wack flow rhyme disease
Leave.
With the "wack MC" patch on your sleeve.
Enough.
Because you're really not worth the time.
Taken out.
Go back to jr high, learn some rhymes
Then come back.
And maybe I'll give you a buck for a shoe shine.
Until then,
Study hard and just listen
You want what?  ???
My autograph?? .... Hand me a pen.  ::)

Your last attempt was just as bad as it gets
You must have a severe case of Tourette's
Since you keep actin' like a damn' rap poser
I'm gonna critique you, as I look a bit closer ;)


Now that I've helped you, with a free rap tutorial
Hopefully you won't suck as bad as a Baltimore Oriole
But I'm not even gonna touch, your wack rap grammar
Cause you'll sound more wack as you try not to stammer
So write my words down, like they are a gift from heaven
While your at it go back and read post # two-zero-seven

 ;)

Bevois.
Now you're getting the picture you print my rhymes and then you study it
Disect it, draw up charts, analyze it with your brain as I bloody it.

Rappin isn't just about ryhming word for word, verse for verse,
Its about style, creativity, make words and phrases fit that might seem absurd
Its ghetto style, pronounciation, enunciation, and ghetto flow
But I guess your suburban brain can't comprehend. Can't follow. So you don't know

Here's a hint on how to advance to my level:
Take a 12 syllabic sentence and make it fit with a longer phrase without selling your soul to the devil
Staying on the beat is what is important, but you can't make it sound wack
Speed up or slow down your voice on certain phrases as long as you fit it on the track
Keep practicing kid, maybe one day you'll reach a major breakthrough
Until then, I guess I'll have to simplify my words, and see where they take you.
Timing is what it takes, but it takes years to master
Tempo and flow, if not performed right, could lead to disaster

Lesson 2. Don't just rhyme words, you can rhyme phrases
For example, if I say "my mic is gonna blaze this"
And flip around and say, "your rhymes just can't phase this"
Although the word "this" is used twice that's not the point as you will see
When you reach rhyme intellect at my level, you'll understand "blazethis" and "phasethis" rhyme just like "gi" and "knee"
Don't you agree?

Lesson 3. Break the pattern when you flow kid, it's an advanced technique
Simple "Mary had a little lamb" type rhyming is easy, that explains rudini and JC
What I mean by pattern, I mean the flow and the phrases used
You need to put pauses in between to keep the crowd amused

Lesson 4. You'll notice above I rhymed "technique" with "JC".
If you used your proper English private school pronounciation again, you'll think I'm crazy.
Your have to "ghetto-fy" the words to make it fit into the flow
It takes practice to make it come off, otherwise you'll stop the show.
Rap is from the ghetto, started in the Bronx a long time ago
Its funny suburban kids hear Slim Shady and think they know
Just because Eminem came and busted it doesn't mean you can too
But go on ahead and use your simple rhymes, thinking rapping is brand new.

That's all the time we have today, kids, the teacher has got to STEP OUT
Do your homework and study my lessons and maybe next time you won't be KEPT OUT
Again, I used the same word "OUT" twice, but go back and check your notes
You'll see lesson number 2, then turn around and say, "golly gee, that's dope.
Damm, I did it again rhymin the words "notes" with "dope".
Remember to ghetto-fy the lyrics unless you just can't cope.

Bye kids.   ;D

Monday mornin', Horse got me yawnin',
His talent's lacking, his rhymes are borin'.
Tell him that his skills are just empty. Just weak.
Mine are like two hands in your collar. Go to sleep.
What is it? My ten-line line request that you mistook,
For a fu@#in' demand asking you to reply with a book?
Look, Corky, Rainman...err, Horsegracie.
TEN LINES, Sparky. Let's not go too crazy.


~The ChimChim

chimchim, 10 lines or less?
i'll take you out like elliot ness,
ask your mom if i can impress,
i know she's there, cause you need her to dress,
don't even stress,
soon u'll be in the gym doing your bench press,
i got force like luke, and you're the princess.

The Set-Up 8)
Horsie's still here stutterin', I think he's lost his mind
He gets shot down so much, he's probably goin' blind
He should just give it all up and wave his white flag
Because he's quickly morphin' into a rap douche-bag
 
He gives us all headaches with his posts on this board
I tried to read his non-sense, but fell asleep and snored
I've clowned  his wack lyrics, flow, and juvenile babble
I'd have triple his word score if this were Rap Scrabble

This clucker is always yappin' but never delivers a point
His raps are more annoyin' than findin' schwag in a joint
After displayin' all his wackness and total lack of skills
He's gotten even more lame than 90210 of Beverly Hills

No one even knows what made Horsie's raps get started
Because when his mouth opens he sounds half retarded
Now his 10 on the "wack-o-meter" is clearly uncharted
His raps are laughed at more than a nun that just farted


The Knock-Out ;)
His lack of respect comes from his raps that are wrecked,
They seem like the off-shoot of incorrect child neglect
He probably learned how to rap on some Amish sect,
That's why I disaffect his skills from the rap subject

His rhymes are a defect and they shouldn't go unchecked,
They infect with "the gay" and have the whole Bay area erect
His raps project gayness when phat flows is what we expect,
That's why we must elect for a permanent Horsie disconnect

When he tries to inject some effect into his rap dialect,
He stutters like a guilty reject double-murder suspect
So now I must dissect Horsie like a helpless insect,
Because I'm a rap Super-Hero here to serve and protect

I deflect rap scum-bags no matter how much they object,
He should feel lucky to get decked by someone this select
That's cause my rap warm hearts like the greenhouse effect,
My delivery is untouchable and has defined the word perfect

Bevois is getting weaker with each rhyme that he delivers
I think you need to step, yapping on like Joan Rivers

A knock out? bitch please! That attempt didn't even connect
I spit out a line just for fun, messing around, and it broke your neck

You'll notice I'm using a simple style so that you can take notes in this class
I can slow it down even more, little one, in case it is still too fast

Your flow and rhymes try to amuse, but still I hear nothing new
You need to hand back the mic, put back on the white belt and join the Fred Ettish rap crew

I crush the competition with my quick flow style, before I slay you, let me take a bow
Back to the drawing board Bevois, start up another wack crew, maybe you can hook up with Drew Howe.

Your battle attempts don't hit me, your strikes, they miss, I don't think even one rap scored.
Your rhymes are so wack, your flow offbeat,  they belong on Dave Jacob's Monkey Board

Dawg that was so weak you shouldn't even speak
Your raps are now ridin' on a 90-game losing streak

You should feel honored that I even replied to you
Since your game blows and your raps are doo-doo

So I'm makin' this one short and straight to the point
Your rap slaps barely phase, as I break a whole joint

You have so many words between all of you rhymes
It's like readin' fourteen pages of the New York Times

Your cockamamy lyrics suck and don't wanna be heard
Your raps are just wack and your flow is always slurred

So go back to your cave since I've schooled you again
I've just buried you for good, just like Tito did with Ken

Watch the battle, step on up, ladies and gentleman
When I hit Bevois in the chest, it'll implode like Tre Telligman

His rhymes are too skinny, gaining weight is just hopeless
My rhymes are so phat, they got ass like Jennifer Lopez

His style is too flimsy, while my style is rock solid
I hit him from all directions, now his face looks just like Wallid

Stepping to me, is suicide, he grabs the mic and tries to pretend
Mic in my hand, I'm the terror, better yet, the prodigy like BJ Penn

Try to battle me? I'll break you off like Royce from Torrance
Put down the mic, away from the stage, oh damm, here comes the chorus:

"Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it"
"Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it"

You now hit rock bottom posting that total crap
You didn't even include one rhyme in your rap
You're lucky I even replied, it's not worth my time
Until you learn how to rap with at least one rhmye

 ::)

His style is too flimsy, when I throw down rhymes you'll need a squeegie
I hit him from all directions, now his face looks just like Wallid

warzone,

did u just correct an awful rhyme, with an awful rhyme of your own?

Yeah, I'll work on your awful rhymes next.  Lord knows this thread is full of them.

How is it that the ChimChim is being ignored,
Come on yall, bring it, ChimChim's gettin bored.
I guess Ponygracie caught a case of the romo,
Or maybe he's just lazy since his skills come off in slomo.
Well, who wants the crown? Someone PLEASE bring it.
ChimChim's on a rampage, the whole forum's gonna sing it!


~The ChimChim

Chim Chim threatening the forum again?
Please, maybe you should change your name to 'Him Him"
Cause that's all you be yellin' when your lookin at men.

That's right, Warzone's back again,
Better grab your PBR and comb your mullets,
Cause I'm ready to rip in-
to any spitter tryin' to spit bullets
Your game is whack and the boogie downs gettin' bitter
The crown is mine, I'm taking out you pussies and the kitty litter!

Oh, great, hear we go. Is that the slacker?
No, it's a bird, a plane, it's SUPERCRACKER!!!
Look man, let's start a battle AAA
Your skills are in question. You have nothing to say.
I need ten lines to floor you and sink in a choke.
You need 900 words to spout off a joke.
When you think of the ChimChim, bow your head, Son
Warzone, my man, your battle is done.
Oh, I almost forgot, almost put down the pen.
ChimChim's the man and this is line number ten.



~The ChimChim

Chim Chim you can call me cracka - macka - trailer park slacka
If I meet your mamma I'm gonna smacka then take ha
Back to the traila, when I'm done she'll be payin' for my baila

Callin' yourself Chim Chim, sounds like you left off the 'Pansy'
Tryin to battle with the white trash rapper that can't even read
10 Lines?  You think I can count that high?
I can only count my fingers and that makes nines.

Now go on clown, get back to your boogie down
And just one more thing ...
Warzone now wears the crown.

Horse is a joke, that much knowledge is common
de Tal called out my name so this mic check is bombing

There is no trying, only do or do not
I'll smack de Tal so hard
his mothers heart'll stop
shouldn't start something up
when you know you can't finish
so tell the fat lady she's up in five minutes
I'm like Popey with spinach
your flows whack and deminshed
I'm not playing a game and you not fit for the scrimidge

Warzone, tell your girl I'm gonna slam'er,
She keeps using teeth when she " hides my banana".
And ten isn't hard, I'll tutor you gladly,
It's how many men that may be your daddy.
By the way, clown, my crown sits in my tree.
Not even with ladders could you even touch me.
What you took just might look like gold to you.
But it smells slightly worse, and it's all mushy, too
By all means, keep it, make it your freind.
ChimChim just killed it, yep, this is line number ten.



~The ChimChim

Chim Chim your rhymes are laggin and draggin
talkin about my sisters teeth that she be havin
Ain't no teeth in the trailer park son
And you won't have any neither when I'm done
Spittin' my white trash mullet poetic masterpiece
While my wife's out back covered in monkey grease
She's changing the oil on the hemi, so just lemi, drop this bomb on you
This is your last warning chim chim...you're through.

Peace.

Now that I've desposed of Bevois, I guess next up is Chim Chim
Let me go put on my gi and I'll tear him limb from limb

The microphone fiend is back to stomp another suckah
Bevois was too easy, kinda like Chim Chim's muthah

Chimmy, ignored? thats cuz your rhymes are too soft spoken
When I take the mic, I leave your confidence AND your jaw broken

Just right now for lunch, I had a fish taco with a slice of lime
Afterwards, I hit the head, took a sh*t and out came your rhymes

Me battling you would be like Rickson vs. Fred Ettish
You'd take the mic, then drop to the ground, fetal style, your complexion reddish.

ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzz

(que's up the mic, lights the "L", ready to spit)

Now there's more MC's than fallen leaves from trees
on a 16 page thread, but can't match my steez
this a joke, right?
you dudes can't be serious
I drop ill-type lines that make Eddie Murph delirious
to make it perfectly clear, to irritate your ears
I'm Gracie UFC victories--outta here!

The only thing you've disposed of is your credibility
Letting you drop your trash here is a forum liability
We just told you 18 times that your rap's always slack
Then it took you that long to write somethin' that wack

Your rhymes are busted and your rap abilites totally lack
You rap like Darryl Strawberry while he's high off of crack
Every time I play you, I'm bleedin' you worse than a tack
Then you always come back ridin' on my dick and nutsack

Your raps have no depth, you're a duck without quack
You sound half retarded, Down's Syndrome to be exact
Your disses make no sense and raps are straight jacked
Your rap's would get second-billing to a Tijuana sex act

Now if you even had a girl she'd suck my dick as a snack
She'd know your a chump and I'm just straight up mack
I hit like you Ray Lewis when I'm laying down the smack
If this were rap-football I'd have another quarterback sack

Hey Invincible, ready to get clowned?
Does "sparking" your "L" tell us all that your "down"?
better put the "mic" down and learn how to type
Them punch lines is older that Rappers Delight
New to this thread?  Your better off reading
These rhymers all Ill and kill through out all 4 seasons
You gave me a reason, a slight provocation
Don't end out a victim of gulitine strangulation
Save your donation through duration of battle
petty emcee's like you will just get hearded like cattle!


(Hey ChimChim, how 'bout them ten apples baby, baby!)  

chimchim, can't u read?  i've been callin' u out.  lets do this:

didn't i mate u in this game of chess?
call the rev, kiss his cress and confess,
bout how your boyfriend tears your ass into a bloody mess,
and how u live your life in a freakin' sess,
pool filled with vial excess,
my attacks impress,
no more, no less,
got your girl screamin' "yes!  yes!  yes!"  (si papi, si papi)

gh, i love me some latino chicks!!

Bevois, you're back again? You rhymes are starting to reek
Instead of paying class by class, you need to sign up for 4 times a week.
Then maybe you'll improve, instead of getting tapped each time you roll
Or I offer rap private lessons, but it will cost you your whole bill fold

Your rhymes don't have any flavor, You're stale like week old bread
My rhymes get the bounce and bring the fire to real hip hop heads

My lyrics are like landmines spread throughout the field
Your lyrics are like rice paper, Chim Chim tears it with his high heels

Snatch the mic from my hand, grasshopper, then you can leave this place
But as your slow hands attempt to grab the mic, an uppercut meets your face.

Now you're straight daze and confused walkin around like a drunken monk
I hit you once more, then hit you twice, and then I pop my trunk

In you go, like a played out suckah; the body bag, I zip it up
But before I drive and dump you off, with lead I rip it up

Gunshots fill the air as I squeeze the trigger, another wack MC laid to rest
This is all just a metaphor for how my rhymes you cannot test

Time for another challenger to try to see if they can take me
But right now, let's all pour a little out for Bevois, R.I.P.

Well, since I killed my foes in battle flows, I need not to brag and boast/
I post a toast to victory, JCP, the Champion, true underground emcee, standing out the most//
No more taking shots at those who died under the light, at least they came to fight/
I leave the zombies walk'n dead for food, cursed by my mind tricks, the deadliest Jedi Knight//
Those who live by the sword, die by the sword, a warriors true destiny/
Die'n in great honor and valor, a Galliant Emcee, a title you get for at least try'n to get the best of me//
The game was played amongst the gathering and all mana was tapped/
Destroying all artifacts, warriors, and blackmagic, my Wrath of God comes in play killing all who was out-done and out-rapped//
I stand alone in no man's land, facing into the wind, shadow casted by the sun/
This is the end as the credits roll.........FIN........battle's done, long live the chosen one//



Peace ya'll.




I'm out of this battle.


I'll just sit back and watch you guys go at it.


Joe Camacho 8)

Horsie, bow down son, my raps should make you feel extremely blessed
My rhymes are multi-dimensional, I should wear Vick's #7 on my chest
I've torn you up on every post, and have backed my smack like Ron Artest
I've played you like my bitch, cause your raps are as lame as "Galaxy Quest"

It's like you fell out of the "wack tree" and hit every branch as you fell
Now when you try to rap, you sound more fuct in the head than R. Kell
Your mom says you beat off to cock, while standin' in a "horse" stance
You couldn't even hold your own if you had both hands down your pants

Now me tearin' apart your ego, is my way of knockin' you off the chain
They're probably gonna call me Buffy, cause you're a blood-sucker slain
Now in this battle I've been snorin' a lot, because your rap aint that groovy
Your attempts at tryin' to rap, is like Stevie Wonder tryin' to watch a movie

Now change your screen-name to 'tootsie pop', because you just got licked
If we were fightin' in Pride, you'd be a tomato-can that just got drop-kicked
I've just devoured you like a tiger-shark, as I amazed like magic card tricks
I woulda even schooled you in a gun fight, if I only used two Escrima sticks

(must be high to get caught slipping by mushroom, puts the "L" out,  ready to battle)

Nice try mushroom, consume these ill lyrics
you can't digest 'em, just peep game and hear it
You called me a new jack, but I ain't new to jack
never come back wack, I'd have to be you to be that
I'm where you you wanna be at, why can't you see that?
you in my mata leo and it's too late to re-act
Where you at?  In rehab from cre-ack
I'm soldiering the front lines and you cower in the be-ack
stuck on the bottom,
"playa, chill, I got 'em!"
You staring down hill, while I slide down the slolem
word to my technique, word to the art and s**t
I'm coming up roses, you smell like wet farts and s**t
no parts of this, you don't want it with this choke artist, kid
Look what you did!
Pissed me off like kidney stones or turned down bank loans
Be out of here like '83 and the Ramones

What, baby?  What?

<DJ speaking: "It's gotten weak in here, time to change up the style. Horsegracie take the stage and tear sh*t up!!">

...

If rappin was a weapon, I'd be a nuclear bomb
If rappin was Kung-Fu, you'd be a pinkey strike, I'd be the Iron Palm

If rappin was a kick, I'd be straight up Muay Thai
If rappin was an insect, I'd be a Mantis, you'd be a little fly

If rappin was a pencil fight, I'd be a Choice #2
If rappin was a disease, I'd be cancer, you'd be the flu.

If rappin was college, I'd be Harvard or maybe Princeton
If rappin was the KKK, you'd get hanged, I'd be doing the lynchin

If rappin was magic, I'd be hanging with David Blaine
If rappin was the weather, you'd be sprinkles, I'd be a hurricaine

If rappin was a sea creature, I'd be the killer whale
If rappin was prison, I'd be San Quentin, you'd be the local jail.

If rappin was a martial art, I'd be Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu
If rappin was a sneeze, I'd blow snot all over the place, you'd be like, "hu-choo".

If rappin was a mental disease, I'd be straight up retarded
If rappin was bowel movement, I'd make logs, you'd be like "oops, i farted."

If rappin was a shoe, I'd be straight up Nike Air
If rappin was a hippie, you'd be bald, I'd sport straight up Doobie Brother long hair

If rappin was ice skating, I'd be gold medalist Sara Hughes
If rappin was a pair of tits, you'd be flat, I'd be Pamela Anderson boobs.

If rappin was a picture, I'd be a Picaso, you'd be a doodle
If rappin was a dog, I'd be Pitbull, you'd be a poodle

If rappin was a movie, I'd be the Lord of the Rings
If rappin was royalty, you'd be the jester, I'd be the king.

oops, end of the round, there goes the bell, ding ding...

Taken out!!! Next!!
<DJ scratching> nawawa..next...next..next..nawawawa next...

Taking out you suckahs and you don't know how I did it

Here's one more for you, pushbroom...I mean, mushroom:

I got something to add to that
you're Jordan at 45 and I'm waiting for you to come back
I work too hard at this job
You work hard at blowjobs,
I'll even bet'cha that your real name's "Bob" (whoa!)
 That must be the reason you suck?
I'll hoe your ass on Sunset so you can make a quick buck
to pay for your classes and you still getting your ass whipped...
as if you have a blender in your butt
like lunatics in track meets--running amok
what?!!
You need protection, play your selection
why are you the missing link in this  connection:
fecalphilia, necrophilia, and the mile-high club
'cuz your s**t is dead and it's all fucked up!
Word!
your rhymes are soft dick, gay sex, and prohibited
 if you can't figure it out it means
I CAN'T f**k WITH IT!!  (oh!)

Invincible? More like invisible
Your rhymes suck and your breath...terrible
Steppin to warzone, I get territorial
Don't touch the hemi, don't even look at my mullet
My rhymes are so heavy you can't even try pullin it

The mullets greasy and the wife beaters stained
Get near the white trash king and your gonna get maimed
Tamed, blamed, Kicked to the curb and left out in the rain
Now go back to your superman dreams
This is the battle... the mullet reigns supreme!

I thought you knew that the trailer park don't play
I may live in a trailer, but your rhymes caught the gay
As for me...check out my wedding day!
(http://www.mulletsgalore.com/picturebooks/!pix/mulleted_matrimony/wedding.jpg)

Ok warzone, you want it?

You could never spit an ill rhyme
not even if you hacked phlegm and repeated "quickness a with sickness terminal" backwards 99 times!
But let me break it down to you more simply
you're talking so greasy that your mouth is all pimple-ey
Complexity and your mental capacity keep missing each other
your couplets are totally unrelated like you and your step-brother
nothing you said to me makes much sense
like Kobe (being) a third stringer straight riding the bench
Gimme a challenge
you ain't quite equipped for the task
like being in a whore house with no rubbers but you still want some ass,
not too smart!
Man, just play your position
You can't be the cook and never seen the kitchen
You better relax...and never ever try to flex
I'm Goldberg and yelling, "WHO'S NEXT?!"

Who's next?....hhhhmmmmm.

Tempting!!!!!!

Funny sonny,
your the only one to give yourself props
this needs to stop
must have traded up
them L's for some rocks
get off the jock
stop swallowing C_CK
your not really tight
I'm sure it comes as a shock
new kid on the block
and you got something to prove
But your not worth my time,
so warzone pushed in your stool
aren't you a fool, man it looked like it hurt
raped and molested by a rapping JOE DIRT
I've been putting in work,
and I'll be damned if I taken
by some novice - punk - rookie
that's only just faking
you must have me mistaken
These skills ain't for hobby
I'M DEAD UP FUC*ING THE SH*T
OUT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND
WHILE YOU WAIT IN THE LOBBY!  

Link that connection...?

Yes, the ChimChim's back, looking for Horsemeat.
Just finished his girl, yep she took both feet.
But don't worry, Bro, it went in the back door,
So her sh*t  may be mine, but her kids are still yours.
No matter how the hell I break it down to you, Horse,
You be the bitch and " Me be the Boss".
If this was Baseball I'd be pitching for perfection.
If this was politics, I'd be winning the election.
So please don't get gorilla punched again.
Cuz just like this rhyme, my combos go to ten.

~The ChimChim

I'm bringing troops thru your warzone
you rap like bitches scared to f**k,
just keep your mutha fuckin' drawers on!
You didn't learn when I schooled ya,
so see the principal
finger-jabbed and poked your eyes out,
now see INVINCIBLE, be sensible
It's Bruce Lee, I'll straight blast ya
nervousness sounds a laugh manufactured
You got stage fright!
Ain't even amateur night, you wouldn't be competitive if Minotauro took your fight
kid, stay on the humble
I'm Mary Lou Retton and watching you take a tumble
your confidence crumbles...and your hands starts to fumble
"Speak up, boy, I can't hear you when you mumble!"
Look at you now
your rhyme fighting is a joke like that movie, Kung Pow!!
Warzone, get real, your raps show no skill,
You a grunt coming from battle with no kills--that's ill
but still, you makes moves but you ain't go no shipments
I understand your plight --escalation of commitment

Chim Chim, I saw your girl, so I leaned over and I kissed her
After I fucked that bitch, realize she was just your sister
She said, "Chim Chim? He ain't got no girl, he plays for the other team"
"He's sucked so many men non-stop they call him the machine"
To each his own, gave her another bone, now she's walking with a limp
I told that ho to give me a call if she ever needs a pimp
Straight exposing the truth on Chim Chim's life like that documentary on Michael Jackson
Eight lines to break you down, and there's still time for me to do some relaxin

Now that's comedy....lol

Funny sh1t ya'll.

:)

JCP

I know Vince diddn't want none
I wouldn't either
he's just a deceiver
I'd turn an X-file to a believer
You don't even talk game
dosent sound very threatning
YOU EVEN CALLED YOURSELF MARY LOU RETTON!
I see you there sweating
staring down at my weapon
Since you a chick
I guess it's time for a quick D*CK injection
Yeah, I've got protection
Magnum's my brand
now your on a roll
don't forget to use both of your hands

a-yo, check, check again, and keep checkin'
You took the baited set-up 'bout Mary Lou Retton
so I'mma flip it, Matrix-style and real slow
if you  want this ass, then you's...a....ho.....mo!
the list of you emcees droppin' hot s**t is fewer
standing there with 50 lb bags of steaming maneuer
and Spider-man, you a joke
that ain't your rhyme you wrote
you riding a pole that gay-boy Mushroom just smoked (Oh!)
You're both shook, verbally beraged and standing shiftless
rap cinematic terror got you two scared shitless
my flow is holy water, blessing mics, now come get this
you suckas can even pair up like a 2 piece with a biscuit
you had enough?  Cause you ain't rhymin' too tough
this is high-stakes poker, kid, I'm callin' your bluff
in this one rhyme, you get outboxed by too many punchlines
I got you working too hard, son--lunchtime!!!!

Wow u HAD to put my name in this huh?  Where are the punchlines u are talkin about? ::)
 But whatever...
Im ya huckleberry....

Damn INVINCIBLE'S WACK!/Cant even decipher his INEXPLICABLE CRAP/Fake Eminem surburban brat with INVISIBLE GATS/who ENVISIONS HE RAPS/But talkin the same CONVENTIONAL SMACK/I wont lie, im an EGOTISTICAL CAT/Synapse snap and release METAPHYSICAL RAPS/"Flip" mics like 5 "acrobats" on IDENTICAL MATS/ It was INTENTIONAL THAT/2 seconds elapsed til I left ya PHYSICAL SCRAPPED/And face collapsed from LINGUISTICAL SLAPS/...
*stops mid sentance and throws mic in INVISIBLES FACE*

Damn, Spidey, that was a-ight.  Check me out, though.

You ain't seein' me, son, you came back too late
you're visually impaired, out past curfew, and on a blind date
I'm raking you in
and you're gettin' taken again
how long you study the blueprint to build raps like Eminem?
No, seriously, you ain't coming correct and deliriously
you throw out a bunch of words you looked up in a diction'ry
and that's a battle rap? you think you on some s**t?
I'm the fly in the cow pastures, what's fuckin' with this?
you only half wack, and I ain't tryin' to crack
since you threw the mic at me, I ain't giving back
my counter-attack, too well thought out and you lack
the understanding of the planning that it takes to see that....

"Son, why you crying?" LOL

Did someone here say battle?
I'll slaughter yall like cattle
Take you out back and make your head rattle
Spittin rhymes like a mac10
My lyrical white trash madness will make your head spin
Your trippin, flippin, while I'm in my double wide straight pimpin
On my sister, or on your mother
If you're lookin for a winner there is no other
White trash brother, all rappers who step up get smothered
Like ribs at my Possum B-B-Q
I thought you knew?
Warzone has wrecked yall
I AM THROUGH.

Mr. de Tal drop'n names again. Damn dude, when you gonna learn? I don't battle zombies. I killed you already. No need to resurrect you and give that much light. You've been shunned!!!.

Witnesses here will attest to your death certificate. Sorry dude. Won't give you that much light.

SPIDEY>>>>>>DAMN>>>YOU RIPPED IT.

Styles...styles...styles.

That verse was so dope, I think I'll continue it..

LINGUISTICAL SLAPS...
It's JC's turn to grab the mic, this cypher's a WRAP//
Heads are nodding, beat's sick like druggies on CRACK///
Give up the DAP/
My flows explode like bombs over JAPS/
No snaps, just some history to ACT/
I got my bag of tricks like FELIX THE CAT//
Who's THAT?, He's a toon that's BLACK/
A cool CAT from way BACK, before the CAT in the HAT//
Speaking of HATS/
I'm switching gears Over The Top, 180 degrees, my HAT'S turned BACK//
Powered by MAC/
Maximum Overdrive on auto pilot, my braincell's Dieseled with RAPS//
Nothing but FACTS/
News clippings & articles of me slaying emcees up on my wall, pinned up by THUMBTACKS//
REXLAX, no need to to make TRACKS/
Taking shots at no one, I'm not out to ATTACK//
Unless ofcoarse you dis with your CRAP/
Speaking nonsense out of your mouth will get me pissed, serving you with BITCH-SLAPS//
Call me out, cool, best wear your guns & your CHAPS/
This town ain't big enough for the both of us; I Hang'em High, Arm of the Law of DOPE RAPS//


WORD!!!!


Joe Camacho    

What to do
Reply number two six two
Superstall hits the block
and all yall n*ggaz wanna do-
iz find a place to hide and run
I'll come down and fry y'all b**ches for fun

You mat rats should have never entered my domain
I'm the King of this sh*t and my lyrics gonna reign
Make these clowns dissapear like my last name was Blaine

or first name David
Mad at me cuz your weak azz never made it

Don't talk about and knee bars -n- collar chokes
this is Hip Hop son
world of lyrical skill and grey smoke
b-boys and graffiti
you look in the mirror and WISH you could be me

I got hella skill on the mat and on the mic
you rap like you were a b*tch in your former life
now your back reincarnated as a dyke

oh you don't understand?
Well let me paint the picture
I'm number one
you could never be the victor

You can be number 5, or 4, ok 3
See I,m Dr. Evil
Your like Mini Me
A small clone
who can't get his own
lyrical style
better head your whack azz home
or better yet
leave it alone
This is a man's world kid
come back and see me when your grown

Let me finish by sayin' in conlusion
this topic was just a big illusion
to make you suckas feel as though you can see
an underground hip hop icon like me
but all you've done is awaken a dragon
Have yall hiding behind your screens like Bin Laden

while I spit lyrics that burn niggas from the core
have their girl screamin'...
Superstall don't hurt me no more!!! ha haa!


Its all good!

What's up SuperSMALL, you wanna clash
Warzones back repin the white trash
Forget the trailer, now I'm comin' straight out the dumpster
I got bigger boots to fill the herman munster

I'm taken this battle by storm
Wearing no shoes, cut-offs, and a wife beater well worn
Torn and stained, just like all yall after you get sprayed
By the Pabst Blue Ribbon Crew, mic in my hand and 'born to lose' tattoo

Now maybe you seen me 'Cops'
Gettin' dragged out my trailer screamin, "where are my flip flops?"
I bet you and you crew thought that was funny
Laughin at my tear drop tat or my playboy bunny
But yall ain't laughin no more
Because I'm slappin you with a mullet while your callin' for more!

I'm not even human, I'm composed of ones and zeros/
I freestyle thru the Matrix with my dark shades and trench coat in 4D, frame by frame and millions of pixels//
I pop the red pill knowing that I can can't turn back/
I pop the blue pill forget'n all I came across who's rhymes were wack//
Cacooned and reborn flaming up the whole plantation, set'n the fields on fire/
Lyrical arsenic assasin programed to destroy decoy b-boys for hire, clones be dead, me alone rule'n the Matrix Empire//
I battle thru phone lines hang'n up your dial up, I operate in DSL/
Destroy'n Sucka Lamoes with lame flows and lames shows, short circuiting your motherboard, melting down your Dell//
I transmit my rhyme spit, keystyled in G4, my Apple's no lieya/
OS 10 download'n digital images of me wired meshed, plotted thru coordinates X, Y & Z in 4D - the Matrix, application be Maya//  

JCP

Do they even make Maya for OS10?
 ;D

LOL...I run two computers.

No they don't...nice catch.

; )

I'll do it anywhere, anytime, anyway you dudes want
yours:  vanilla ice cream
mine: flavor of the month
fresh and new, I'm what's happening now
you're the same old re-run, Mr. De Tal
any kid with a mic lookin' to get a rep
It's calisthenics in the sauna but I still don't sweat
you don't wanna get wet, or wrestle with this rap tycoon
cobra clutch and rip your guts--fuckin' Gorilla Monsoon
as for you--linguistics, futuristics, metaphysical
I string together words, you herb,  at breakfast
over Alphabits cereal, yo
call me Invisible, I might as well be
you deaf, dumb, and blind, son, 'cause you can't see
all you sacriligious cats claiming that you're lyrical
I annoint you heads with godly flows,
experience the spiritual, as I instill in you
fear like demonic entities
more styles than the witness protection program
has identities
even the Reverend agrees with me
the second coming, but I'm not Christ in this
still above you mortal MC's, pray for forgiveness


...and I'm out.  Let the congregation say, "Amen"!

Superstall-Chill wit the "nigga" :-X

"I'm the fly in the cow pastures, what's f**kin' with this?
you only half wack, and I ain't tryin' to crack
since you threw the mic at me, I ain't giving back"
WTF is this chit? Romper room raps....Man I tell you... *shakin head*
".....Inexplicable crap....."
*Back to battle mode* 8)
Invincible- Im about to mash the left side of ya skull to put you in the "right mind"... ;)

U must really think u Invincible to put ya PRIDE AT RISK/but I wont DENY A BIOTCH/OF HIS DYIN WISH/U stepped wit SUICIDAL DIS/So I TRANSCRIBED THIS HIT/as if my pen was FORTIFIED WITH FISTS/Then GUIDE THE FISTS/to COLLIDE WITH LIPS/till I leave the whole forum talkin wit a SUBSIDED LISP!/You even get permission to ARRIVE FOR THIS?/BISHOP DON JUAN betta come get his MISGUIDED BIOTCH!/Cuz the pen be on some GENOCIDAL CHIT/Spillin Ink in CYANIDE FILLED DRIPS/at that point its too late to HIDE FROM IT/Dont even TRY RESIST/Cuz Death already APPLIED THE KISS/wit FORMALDAHYDED LIPS!!!!!/Dawg this aint ya game,go FIND YA NICHE/Dont even REPLY TO THIS/Cuz at a moments notice Im known to INTENSIFY THE DIS/Grab a torch and chainsaw wit CARBIDED TIPS/and mail ya mom a cooked corpse wit "Spidey" INSCRIBED IN WRISTS/Written  in bold HIEROGLIPHS/to leave the case OBVIOUS/Forensics aint even gotta MAGNIFY THE SLITS/"Notoriously" I "aim BIG" LIKE HOMICIDAL CRIPS/

ITS A WRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Game over! :o

*Tauntingly throws lungs at Invincible*  "Catch ya breath" ;D

It's you again with the same ol' SAME
I'm diesel powered fuel, son, and high OCTANE
driving low-grade petro raps over the edge
stay in your LANE
your quadrapalegic mic exercise is tired and LAME
blown holes in your FRAME, I'm running this GAME
don't argue with the ref, player, no time outs REMAIN
I pause, reload the CARTRIDGE
Venomous verses is sprayed and causing CARNAGE
you marvel at the skills
Weak-ass methaphors, I'm mega bored and LETHARGIC
I'm coming straight for your dome, you get BOMBARDED
don't come out, cause I'm the sniper and upping my kills
Don't get me STARTED
Intellectually deficient and RETARDED
vocal groin shots have you singing like the ARTIST
my mic device aims precise guided MUNITIONS
I dogged your style, now play your POSITION!!

**UNFINISHED BUSINESS**

Spiderman, didn't mean to offend you
Your not really flowin, you just pretend too

But your identity's revealed
a wack stylist with no appeal,
I got u off in the corner
lickin your wounds so they can heal//For real

how can u be?//"SPIDEY"
I got u shiverin behind your moniter, screamin.. HIDE ME!

You should have never put my name in your post
I told all of yall before, now spidey's a ghost

using big words to fool us
Problem is, your big words just dont move us

You talk about bashin, and smashin, left brain or right?
Your a coward, I bet you pee the bed at night
You stuck the bait out there not expectin a shark bite
 
trying to discredit my flow, that's absurd
checkin my credentials, cause I used the "N" word,
Put ur dictionary away and battle, you f**kin' nerd

"Spiderman"
c'mon damn

Your no hero
on a scale from 1-10
your rhymin skill is ZERO

Hey Spidey, how bout I call you Peter Parker
You runnin to my stage like my name is Bob Barker
Yeah this IS my stage, you confused hater
I got other business to attend to but I'll come back for u later
_____________

Hey Warzone
who said you could speak
spittin lyrics like a retard who hasn't slept for a week
its just gibirish, you mean not what u say
or u say not what u mean, whatever anyway

Your lyrics are so weak you almost got me twisted
Tried to call me names cause I took the stage and ripped it!

You talk real tough, man u got me so "scared"
You said you came out the dumpster
you should of left your lyrics there

Hey Mr. Munster or is it Herman for me?  
Herman should be your last name, your first is Pee Wee

Yeah I saw you on cops lookin for ur flip flops
Thats when your boy came out wit'em on
plus a blurry cock
Hey, but thats none of our business
We don't want to know who you go under the missletoe with
on christmas

Yeah I know what your sayin'
Is this the game I should be playin'

Man read your tatoo
Once your man reads this post
He'll be like
HONEY WHAT'D YOU DO!

Poor White Trash
You can kiss my ass
Oh wait a minute kiss Spiderman's
I'm sure he'd like that
Styles made of glass
I'm knockin yall out w/ my lyrical knuckles made of brass

Brass lyrics are like my brass balls
but don't get excited,
FAGIT
Only thing comin out of my ass
is sh*t

So don't move ZONEY, stay where I can see you
No i'm your not my Homey, you say ur tough but we can see through
You and ur Fake crew,
Tryin to act rude while your hollarin at dudes

Yeah this is a WARZONE
Only I'm the General
I just cut your whole flow up
I'm Superstall, but you can call me Hannibal

Spiderman, Warzone
It just doesn't matter
I'll slay any body, call me the mad rapper
or Don, Dapper
I bring the pain, the hype, the skills and the laughter

I'm the collest ni..... Oops I said I wouldn't so I won't
I know you wanna say somethin,
but do us all a favor and DON'T!

And do me one more justice and keep this battle amongst yourselves
But if you really want to find me just look up
Im on the TOP SHELF!

So pull out your pen and paper and sit quietly in your room
for one of you I'm Hannibal, for the other I'm Doctor Doom

Hey I'm Footlocker,
But don't worry, you two are PAYLESS
Theres a place for b*tches like you  
I'm just Handlin my business...

Peace, Its all good!

Mother Goose Dr. Seuss rhymes..... ::)
U serious??

You guys are wild and this has been a lot of fun!  Props to all......

Mr. de Tal, you must be your whole fan club, giving yourself way too much dap/
You pat yourself on your back, giving yourself high fives, standing in silence wait'n for handclaps//
No cause for applause, you walk off stage like you moved the crowd/
Yeah you moved the crowd as they split like the Red Sea for your exit, toss'n tomatoes at ya as they boo real loud//
Just keep walk'n man and don't you ever look back/
We'd be better off without your juggling act and clown face pulling silly raps out of your silly hat//
If this was the Gong Show, you'd be gonged by Chuck Barris himself just read'n your name/
He'd gong the moderators on this site for allowing you to post, entering this rap game try'n to gain fame//
Chuck would gong you for being born and gong your moms and your pops/
He'd even gong the doc who delivered you, beat'n him down with soda cans in a sock, Lorena Bobbiting off his cock!//
You don't get it man, your existance pollutes this world, there's no need to go on/
Just kill yourself bro and let the flow on go on and so on....


Rest in Peace Mr. de Tal.



JCP
 

Do you guys think Nas REALLY won the battle with Jay-Z?  I think Hova squashed Nas, myself.  Superugly was just that.  Takeover was ill--"4 of them shits was doo, on was naaah, the other was Illmatic."  Everybody knows that comment was right on.  The stillmatic freestyle was okay, and Ehter was cool, but I think Jay got the better of Nas.  Am I alone?

guess who's back,
back again,
terry's back,
tell a friend,
guess who's back,
guess who's back,
guess who's back,
guess who's back.....

i created a monsta,
nobody wantsta,
hear terry no more,
they want hulkster, i'm chopped liver.............

whucha gonna do, brutha??????????????

Terry Terry Terry Terry Terry Terry Terry Terry

i'm bruce leroy, i got the glow,
catchin' bullets with my teeth,
got rhymes that flow,
wear my ninja slippers,
take digits from strippers,
fix my afro right w/ my pick and my clippers.

guardian in the higgity house, bust out a rhyme for us!!

No I'm not, but you were.. thats the funny part.

Mr. de Tal, you heart bro. Nice try. It was fun.

Seriously though, I was read'n some of my rhymes I posted here and last night after training I load up my MPC 2000, killed a beat and recorded some ill sh1t with my verses I used here. It's pretty sick. I'm going to try to get it on angelfire so that you guys can here it.  All I have to do is drop the third verse and it's done.

The name of the song is called, "Battle Zone"

The hook goes like this....

"Step in the battle zone, the battle's on"
"Step in the battle zone, the battle's on"
"Step in the battle zone, the battle's on"
"The bat-battle, battle-battle zone"

Yo, who wants to collab on a song here right now?

I'll take two emcees and and we'll go off a topic.

I need two emcees first. Step up and I'll choose two of ya'll.

We'll post our verses here then I'll copy and paste them on one post and make the song.

Try to make it 8 bars if you can.

JCP

LOL a the thought of a JJGear forum rap album!

 ;D

I'll have to get a mullet wig for my photo on the cover!

 ;D

It ain't gonna be official without INVINCIBLE!!!

just when you thought it was safe to breathe
rudini returned- you hid beneath

"die, die, my darling" your momma cried
it's a hard thing for her to know inside
that her baby lacks what it takes to survive
quite embarrassing yourself, commit suicide.
end the pain for the rest of us
quit askin'  "can I bus'?"
the answer's no
please just go
die like the rabbit from when I did your girl
abort yourself and make it a better world

rudini... rulin' in the zero-three echo park stylee, ya heard?

this is getting better with time
just like good old wine
too bad I can't rhyme

a-yo, son, just give it up
like a first date with the friendly, neighborhood slut
You must be a sadomasochist enjoyin' the pain
you remind me of the chicks I hit, screamin' my name
no other way to explain, your whole mental deranged,
how many times you gonna raise up
just to get slain?
I can't believe--was almost at a loss for words
took Spidey's thesaurus and looked up "perturbed"
and it's disturbing to me, look at how much you bleed
Like Rocky in the first fight with Apollo Creed
I ain't even gotta use clever punchlines you prolly won't even get
you're too weak so stay off the set

"took Spidey's thesaurus and looked up "perturbed""

Its funny cuz I really dont even use big words.Its just that my rhyme scheme is so advanced that u cant put your finger on it and try to make it seem like I need some outside source ie dictionary or thesaurus. U obviously dont listen to much non radio hip hop so here let me dumb it down for u....

In my guard Im out ya reaches but to EACH HIS OWN/ground and pound ya till ya facial FEATURES GONE/leg kicks'll BREACH YA BONES/you can't REACH MY ZONE/Like Randleman,you can BLEACH YA DOME/ but you'll still suck like you got LEECHES ON!/I've been the rap king since I IMPEACHED THE THRONE/I SPEAK ALONE/spit bombs that'll DELETE YA HOME/Get blown then tires SCREECH IM GONE/Its ON!!! Super like DEAN CAINE/My STREET SLANG/BRING PAIN/and STING LAMES/Verbal archer with EXTREME CLAIMS/to BOWSTRING VEINS/and FLING BRAINS/ with PRISTINE AIM/Don't even step to the plate, I BEAN LAMES/Pound ya "Fiction" to a "Pulp" like VING RYMES/all while callin you OBSCENE NAMES......

Yo peep my style as I walk on the set
Got the hustlas takin bets
stupid to pull with no lyric proof vest

Rhymes hit like the eagle in sahara
Im angry
Only purpose is to maim and scar ya

Stories just can't wait to exit
Im a pure genius
clean or explicit
GET WIT IT!

Spit lyrics that attack like a crazed beast
been starved for years now I'm tryin to feast
all weak rappers gettin slayed, sauted
frying all yall punks on the mic
perpetrators get flambed
smoov cat like me can't never get frayed
don't where corn rolls, can't stand braids
keep my hair low, like a gladiator back in the day

don't play, this sh*t is serious
Im the good, bad, ugly but still bust
You not listening, but I know ur hearin us

Let me break it down
Don't clown, make you drown
In your own sorrows
No you don't get no pound
I go 15 rounds, knock you out in 10
let u get back up and try again
never win, ima break chins, shins and then grin at you mama at the funeral
call it a sin
but the pearly gates gon have to send me back down again
My business unfinished
record unblemished
Won't take no L's
on my way to hell
My name spells
Destruction,
On a mission,
Never shiftin,
Spelled out I rule the Mob and I murder like a Hitman

I speak easy but never wisper
You follow me like I was Al and you was Tipper
Don't take my kindness for weakness
I'll stay quiet till my time like the Lochness

God bless, don't test, no rest
for the weary or in my case the wicked
When I make it Ima still be in the hood gettin lifted

Stay in seclusion
music pumpin in my mind
Pac, and Em resulted in fusion
Pure bread like me, one of a kind
 

who wants to battle?
u'll only have trouble
my bible stompin' on the mat
will make you wonder - what the F was that?

157 lbs of hurricane? my 143 will put you in
your place
dare to call out biblethumper?
all u'll feel is mighty thunder

now u know it's true,
hurricane,
u'll always be in 2nd place
my position, my dominion
will make u cry,
bible, bible, please don't make
me tap, please dont make me say,
biblethumper
u clearly are the best!!

I'm gon' say this once and for all
don't dis me with ideas you stole, Mr. De Tal
All thru your rhymes I can see the s**t you bit
flipped my old rhymes around and now you showin' some wit?
Please
I break you down like infectious disease
broken, battered, berated, berieved
and lots of other words that start with a "B"
Spiderman, you ain't all that advanced
Reggie Noble has that style, but does it better than you can
matter of fact, Canibus used to rap like that
and we all know what happened to him!
You play the Stan, I play the Eminem
You talk about "dumbin' down your lyrics, n*gga
Pharoah Monche said that about Jigga--
there you go bitin' again!
I spit some s**t that you can understand and you called me wack
Since you think you Redman, "I'LL BEE DAT"!

bible thumper steppin' up to battle.......


bible thumper,
where'd you get that name?
from your mom, i know, i used to hump her,
143 lbs. of thunder?
so small, are u insecure i wonder?
take out your bible and i'll whip u with my tora,
don't step to me i have a negative aura,
you got skillz on the mat, but this is my turf,
i'll rip u like asriel you little smurf!!!


finally, someone with guts steps up to the hulkster.
 

oh yeah now it's on!!!


little terry bolle-ander
think ur nice?
we do all have to wonder

break out the tora,
makes no diff
bible thumpin'll make u stiff

now now terry please don't beg
i won't, i promise, break ur weak ass leg

so who will win
so who will tap
asriel or biblethumpn smurf?

brotha please
you'll have to plead

you will be tapping first!

In ten lines , brothaz, believe me you'll see
How nasty and killa the ChimChim can be.
Back in time for frontas, cowards,and wack wanksters,
Monkey punchin b*tcha$$ internet rap pranksters.
Whether home in my tree, or even on the mat
The ChimChim's coming, hookin' on ya back.
Pound for pound the strongest monkey in the tree
"What happened to my face? Look what ChimChim did to me!"
Four arms are comin', so ya better run for cover.
Forget pullin' guard, I'll dismantle you, my brotha.


~The ChimChim

go chim chim, go chim chim go chim chim  (while dancing in that rythmic style I am known for )

bilblethumper is nothin but a punk,
i drank my wine and now i'm drunk,
i just made valentines dinner for my wife,
so she let me go online to continue this strife,
i'm a natural, i'm sick, i have skills,
i'll kick your ass and watch u bleed for thrills,
chim chim, u got something to say,
i beat biblethumper now i'm comin your way,
i'll take you both, i don't care,
i'm too good, it's just not fair

I don't know if this has been mentioned already, but how about we get a P.A. and a drum machine for Choked Out's camp this year?    :)

Have yall noticed that all I burn stay silent?
Now De Tal's askin for my confession
Watch me send his azz back to the Convent

Ok I confess
Mr. De Tals Mommas fat
And so's his head
God Bless!

The only thing I'm eatin is wack stylist like you
You got cooked by every one on this forum
How ya gonna diss superstall, fool!

Don't talk about my teacher
make me get mad, come out and meet ya
Scar you up so bad ya own momma wouldn't keep ya

Rhymes slice you up like a Saber
Yeah I hate ya
Stayin on the Net
cuz you can't find no one to date ya

Now join the Haters
I already took two
and turned you into spectators

De Tal, You been stabbed, shot and clubbed in the head
Sorry to tell you, you survived,
But your lyrics are DEAD!

A bit of advice and then I'm through
Keep them fingas off those keys
If you know whats best for you

And when you come back
don't come at me
You don't have the skill punk
that would just be silly

Oh one more thing son
before I'm done

Go to bed man, stay off the net
You got way to much time on yer hands
probably jackin your d*ck

Keyboard all sticky
while you try to think up somethin tricky
Give it up, u just can't get wit me.

In my hand
this mic
It burns like an inferno

When they step up on the stage
and see me
they be like "Oh hell no"

Lyrics come to quick and they just don't see
I don't lie, My lyrics chop heads off
Like G dub did the cherry tree

I keep my homies close and my enemies far away
Yeah all my enemies blowin in da wind,
Now who else got somethin to say

 

mr. de tal, don't even trip,
i'm 'bout to empty a clip,
in your westside bullshit,
wucha gonna do,
when i come for you,
where's your girl cause she could get it too,
bust you in the cheek,
with my jabbin' technique,
gonna catch wreck,
on your skinny little neck,
i don't miss a beat,
reach my hands real deep,
till you feel your gi,
cuttin off your artery,
squeeze it tight,
feel my might,
don't put up a fight,
call your crew,
punk ass, i'm through with you,
the hurricane just passed through,
it's like a crime,
the way my rhymes are on time...........

Man, you're a straight cornball
that's coming me, JC, and Superstall
when you battle, come correct or not at all
I can't even say that this your downfall
'cause you started on the bottom while I stand tall
you're pathetic like Gollem and yo, I'm Gandolf
If I see you touch a mic, I'll chop your hands off
Russian sickle like I'm  Nakita Kolov
Crush you like Iron Sheik and Nikoli Volkoff
firebomb your whole s**t like cocktails of Molotav
If you're a greek, I'll even snatch your brand off
Steal your girlfriend because her man's soft
when I take her to the crib she'll rip my pants off
I can't even take you serious, it's just a joke, yo
fake-ass, never been real, you're Pinnochio
You imitation hip-hop like what's in Tokyo
Just a problem like Shaq had with his broke toe
Dazed and confused like stoners when they smoke dro
you struggle but pass out from my choke hold
I'm kickin' it like this all in fun, kid
for you it's suicide and look at what you done did
Don't ever try to come at this veteran
I'll slaughter you just like I did the rest of them

Ok Mr Tal, what the hell
do tell
Your rhymes are basic
Like she sell sea shells

Ha Ha, I crush you in my sleep
not a peep
Yo, I'm breakin out in a rash
Stay away, I'm allergic to weak

Yo we never met
but you think your an old aquaitance
Are you that Kid all shrivelled up
Looking like an AIDS patient?

Your no Pit-bull Joker
Yeah thats you at 147
My CD's gone sell out at Tower
Your sellin homemade copies at Seven Eleven

You try to act like ya know me
well let me make it clear
I'll crush you and your style
with some sh*t I wrote last year

do you think my hair,s nappy?
well your wrong
Cuz when your girl sucked me off
I had my wave cap on

Your a fake, a clone, a lonely played out busta
Your lyrics are too whack to be Shady
so playas like me, just don't trust ya

Sorry I called you tricky, heres my two cents
Take the y off of tricky, and thats really what I meant
I burned you once already, You don't know
C'mon its over
I'm playin Em's part, your whack like Benzino

If you could come out correct
People could hear my "A" game
I can let my little brother write some sh*t
Fry you up all the same
Who's to blame
Mama's shakin her head, shame, shame shame

"De Tal you've been naughty and foolish"
"I taught you better than this now cool it!"

Tell your moms its ok, I'm fix what she couldn't
Put you on a different career path
Sorry, your to whack to be my student

As for Hip Hop, Try somethin else
Jesus Christ could come down a touch you
and it still wouldn't help

Your dillusional
Spittin straight bull
Lyrics got no pull
I'm a razor
and you... your just plain dull

De Tal, educate us
You don't have to rush
No go head and say how you feel
"In Superstall We Trust"

Peace out Biotch! :P

de tal, what u mean retreat?
talkin bout the french,
i frenched your mom's meat,
she tried to be discreet,
so i ripped off her skirt to give her a treat

mr., then i moved on to your sister,
little freak wanted to play naked twister,
but i kicked her out cause she had a blister

de tal sr. in the day, day tal jr. at night,
which one wants to step up to fight?
little boy gettin daddy's back,
the old man can't fend off my attack?
take u both out,
make you both doubt,
where to go, which route....

get to steppin' dynamic westside duo

De Tal went gold six times
Wow!
Oh those were DVD's
6 hundred thou
him f**kin a cow

This guy just doesn't know when to quit
He loses every battle he's in
You rhyme like Ma$e on crack Damnit!

If I got kooties
I got'em from your sister
I ran up in every braud in your fam
Now they call ME mister

Your rhymes are not dope
breath smells, ya need scope
You the only dude in the shower
With soap and NO rope
Freakin F*ggot
I've hadit
Stop pretending your still battlin
silly gay rabbit

Would someone please tell this idiot
He should be sellin gas on the corner
FILLHERUP!

But I guess you'll never realize
You actually think that ur a star
You probably think that your Geo Tracker
Is a really nice car
Don't go to far
I'm not done
I wan't your clothes your ho's
Oh you can keep that pellet gun

Take your clothes and make a flag
stands for f*g, I'll wrap em up
and send them back
So u can wear your colors with pride
We need F*ggits like you
I'm against genocide

As for your ho's
Put em on the street with mine
Mine go for 300
Yours will go for a dollar ninety nine

Well thats it De Tal
Im not writing one more line
not one more rhyme
You just don't got it man
stop wastin my time.

BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!  Is this guy for real?

I'll give you some credit, man.  Your raps are pretty funny.  How long does it take you to come up with this stuff?

props to superstall!! he just ripped de tal a new asshole.

Thanks fellas, I just start typin and see what comes out, no BS.  Thanks again.

Hey De Tal it's u again
still spittin,
I got respect for a cat
who thinks he's a lion
but is really a kitten

Hey but we all start like that
You tried to take my style
cuz you knew it was phat

Your all confused now
don't know what to do
head spinning like the exorcist
"THE POWER OF STALL COMPELS YOU!"

You got no confidence
Now watch me bust this
When did crack heads
count as independent judges

And did they really say you won?
or did you give them all blow jobs
one by one by one

YO you say u sellin units
whats ur real name, prove it
If YOU'RE sellling units
I should come out with some new sh*t
If your label reads the post
your deal ur gonna lose it

Cuz what you spit
Its not clever like mine
You haven't got me serious
I still burn you every time
Rhyme for Rhyme, line for line
check the score n***a
I'm the one with all the shine
Your star fell before you ever came at me
I'm just the one who kicked, spit and buried ya
under 6 feet of crap G

When I say Gee
I use this term loosely
Your lyrics are so boring
Whoa I'm getting woozy

I just went back
Looked at your whack
Post, aimed at me
Better change up
and go battle Ralph T
Cus you need A-man-with
sense-a-tivi-Tee
Not a man like me

Look loser
I know everything about ya
You're no artist
You're living off a voucha
Look at me, in the world, not a care
Sold all them units and your still on welfare?
I'm the devil of hip hop
so don't you dare
except I'm not blind like Matt Murdock
Tal's a sucka, I know its not fair

Yo Vince, and Bollea what should I do
I know I said I was through
But this B*tch's gonna keep talkin till we all turn blue
He's stuck in hip hop wack glue
like my sperm
in his mammas phalopian tube

Get a knew flava
Cuz my s**t won't save ya
If you quit off this one
No ones gonna blame ya

Why'd you have to turn me into this wreckin machine
You could've "stayed making records"
and "kept gettin that green"
Pfff- yeah right, anyways
Me and Tupac went out on my birthday
Oh did I tell you son
when me and Redman stole this n**as gun
Yeah me red -n- mef, we love to steal
Hey I crush you every time
where's my record deal?

You don't have to make up stories
To let us know your special
I could tell by your simple lyrics
and your helmet, Is that metal?
Riding that short bus, I know its hard
Your proud though, thats good
Your rhymes showed the world you're a retard

C'mon playa, What you tryin to prove
My rhymes cut you in half
Yours don't even bruise
You're gonna lose
Or you did
Is it over?
F*ck it I give!
 

disclaimer:  This will be the last time Superstall rips Mr. De Tal until he answers these allegations of being a true rapper.  These simple lyrics are endangering Superstalls ability to continue rhyming cleverly and might permanatley bring him down to the Generic ability of Mr. De Tal.

put a fork in him, ss, he's all done.  you got mad skillz, kid.

*yawn*

How many times do we have to SMASH this guy?  He doesn't know when to quit.  It's to the point of being ridiculous.  Ignore him, SS.

Oh, yeah, MRT--what do you mean "worse than a damn alley cat?!!  LOL!!!!

Thanks for the props T. B.

Uh oh
Wack alert, Wack alert
Spidey's back showin his skirt
He must have forgot how I put his face in the dirt
You and De Tal better form an Alliance
cept ur not Jacare
and your rhymes aint worth five cents

I'll keep it short and sweet
not like the first time
You called me Dr. Suess
as I left your weak azz cryin
B*tch listen
Stop spitten
Best thing you did
was bow down to what I had written
I really don't want to battle
De Tal made me sick
You're just waitin for the chance
to jump on someones dick
f**kin prick
You ain't sh*t
You can't even walk yet
tryin to jump in my cockpit
.........
what am I doing, you punked out the first time you don't deserve one line!

DON'T EVEN TRY PARKER!  IT Was over before it started


"Hey forum"

De Tal's gonna come back after sitting hard in front of his monitor all day trying.  STOP MR.  I'm blessed.   Maybe we should make a minor league post for you to practice in.

Hey Mr. De Tal I'm finished with you, but you can try.  Believe me if you come correct for a change I'll answer.  But if you don't hear from me consider my silence as your weakness.  Ha Ha It sucks don't it!  

I feel you Vince I'm done with this clown.  NEXT!

LMAO! So yall a team now? ::)

OK so your fluffer (Invincible) got ya head big and u wanna step up to the master again huh?? I really shouldnt even respond to that trash.....But..... F*ck it, Imma embarrass you and ya cheerleader!!!!!

FINISH HIM!!!!!!!


[size=1.5]My pen spills MASSIVE DRIPS of SAVAGENESS
Mentioning my name is HAZARDOUS, cuz b*tch I'll beat ya ass like SADOMASOCHISTS!!/
Speed guns couldn't TRACK MY FISTS
It'll be DISASTEROUS,a CATAYLIST for domestic violence ADVOCATES!/
I'll BLAST YA CLIQUE wit ACCURATE SCHRAPNEL HITS
leave ya FLACK JACKETS RIPPED, and chests CRACKED A BIT!/
Quit now!!!! cuz you just aint got a KNACK FOR THIS
I'll embarass and make ya parents pro-ABORTION ACTIVISTS!/
AFTER THIS,you'll both be peace PACIFISTS
on the DIPLOMATIC TIP,bending for my ASS TO KISS!/
That little "left u cryin" verse, I had to LAUGH AT IT
cuz I can do the MATH A BIT,other than me you aint battled 1 MC halfway ADEQUATE!!/
And last battle I ripped you like an 80's SLASHER FLICK
You stepped up and so I had to SNATCH YA GRIT./
So CASH YA CHIPS or SLASH YA WRISTS,run like slaves from CRACKIN WHIPS
I flip mics wit ACROBATIC TWISTS, my style ELABORATE wit CLASSIC QUIPS/
Spidey spit sick as I drooled ANTHRAX FROM LIPS
leave u both depressed feelin like a SACK OF SH*T,wit low self esteem walkin wit "head down" like FLACCID D*CKS"[/size]

Ok, I just couldnt stop......

[size=1.5]You playin child games,verbal COPS AND ROBBERS
YOU LOST YA MARBLES?I'll sodomize ya brain to help ya THOUGHTS "CUM" SMARTER!/
You really shoulda THOUGHT THIS FARTHER
I'll DISTRAUGHT YA MOTHER,have her e-mailin me  " PLEASE STOP THIS SLAUGHTER!"/
End your existence, I'll go back in time and COCK BLOCK YA FATHER
I'm too SHOCKIN FOR YA,So ill my verse comes wit a DOCTORS ORDER./
 Ya cross dress to look like LIBERACE'S DAUGHTER
and fantasize to be a prision MASCOT IN GARTERS,where cumshots leave ya face POLKADOT WIT TARTER!/
F*ck aim when the SPOT GETS HOTTER,
My random shots will leave this site a forum of FORGOTTEN MARTRS./
If u mixed the mic wit "bakin soda" and "DROPPED IN WATER"
u still wouldnt have the heat to "ROCK" IT HARDER/[/size]


And for your teamate/fluffer/cheerleader/sack surfer/jockridder...
U only get 2 bars....

[size=1.5]The names Spidey,close palms when u SPEAK IT
Or Ill drop DIME ON YA SECRET too late, its prime time to RELEASE IT/
Your just a couple lil cheerleadin FREAK CHICKs
on KNEES QUICK,roleplayin alterboy and PRIEST SKITS!!!/[/size]

Man this aint even fair,u battlin a professional..stay in ya place and keep amazing the amatuers with ya simple rhymes.

--THIS IS NOT A FLOW--AS PROMISED--THIS IS NOT A FLOW--

Nope sorry thats not gon do it Mr and Mrs De Tal.  But I have to break my code of silence to say a few words.

Hey yall want to see some funny sh*t.  Look at Mr. De Tals rhymin style before he started battlin me and look at it now, look familiar.  Hmmm.  Don't try to modify that sh*t niether after you read this.  Anyway You can leave me a msg, De Tal I'm not that pressed.  You trying to get me to spit mo at ya so you can steal my sh*t.  You already started jackin.  You must be tryin to go "platinum."  Oh Mr. "REAL RAPPER", how many times you gonna tell me to see a shrink, or take a bet, damn its old and it wasn't hot the first time you said it.  And that Rhymstink line, c'mon I seen about twenty people use it already....Better than you did too.

As for Invincable and Terry Bollea, hey there not my boys.  But we all share something in c'mon.  We all made De Tal a b*tch on the mic.  

Hey Spidey.  GOOD GOD YOU SUCK!
man I kind of like your metaphors and all, and your flow is sweet.  But what the hell are you talkin about and who the hell cares.  Sorry man, I bet you were happy as hell when you wrote that mess.  Oh well.  You owe me one more Spidey then I'll come back at ya.  You flow like your writing a story with no plot.  "Bla bla hibidee COPS AND ROBBERS,  Big words no sense PEOPLES DAUGHTERS."  Get real man.

De Tal, back to the drawing board.  Let me say this Mr.  No hard feelins man I'm just having fun.  When you go at  lesser BAMAS (losers) your sh*t is tight.  But mine just gets better and better while yours gets, well....terrible.  Hey if you do have a deal, well Mase had a deal...nuff said.

ss, i thought spidey's comeback was pretty tight, i was looking forward to your comeback.  

He owes me one more, than I'll come back T.B.
Hey everybody I'm not being arrogant either, De Tal is justover, period, and Spidey owes me one more then Ima crush him.  Terry I burned spidey already a few pages back.  This the first I heard from him since

"burned me"?? "owe u one more"??? Wtf?? Am I in the twilight zone?? I REALLY dumbed down my verses on these and u still dont get em?? LMAO... U shoulda told me off the bat that u dont actually listen/understand HipHop. Go get somebody that does and they'll interpret it for u. Even ya "boys" said I killed u. See the difference between my verses and yours is that you arent rappin.You doin like slam poetry or somethin.Rap doesnt equal sentences with rhyming words at the end. lol. You gotta have a syllable structure,metaphors etc... You have none of that, You sound like JJ FAD or Kool Moe Dee or somethin.Actually if u tried to actually rap it, you problably couldnt!I really cant believe that you can actually think you even came close to touching me though.... Go ask ya man JC Plenty if I murdered u.He supposedly used to spit.
Man, Im done wit ya..I'll kick back and read more of your poetry but im not gonna spit anymore verses until I see some real verses spit.
Sorry if I sound too serious for u but its like watching  TKD getting passed as BJJ.

Warzone's back and regulating the flow
I got more rhymes than the East coast got snow
Look at yall spittin your 3rd grade rhyme
The white trash king is back with a little more time
To show you how we do it in the trailer park
Cookin' up some BBQ and drinking PBR after dark


All my families been on cops son
When my kids hear the sirens they yell - "pops run"
I go dartin real quick out of traila
Tryin' to make it to the black jacked up camara
Runnin so fast my mullets flappin in the breeze
Cops yellin' at me "yo billy-bob freeze!"

My kids are yellin' - "Don't take my pops"
I yell back, "don't worry kids you can see me tonight on cops".

EVERYTIME I LURK I SEE MY NAME GETTING TOSSED IN THE MIX/
I RETURN LIKE JEDIS, UNCLONED, MICROPHONE ARMED, WHITTY SPIT AND JEDI MIND TRICK HITS//
FOOLS CONTINUE TO NAME DROP, THROW'N THEY SIGNS LIKE I'M SOME KIND OF THUG/
THEY PUT ME ON BLAST TO SERVE THEY ASS, BEAT'N THEM DOWN LIKE PASSING BY CAR LOTS OF VW SLUG BUGS//
NO ONE LIKES A THUG WITHOUT A GANG TALK'N HIS YIN-YANG - MOUTH'N OFF IS WHAT EVERYONE HATES/
I SLUG BUG THUGS WITH NO GLOVES AND BRAIN BASH FAKE ASS TOYS, BEAT'N THEM DOWN LIKE BOYS SPOTTING OUT-OF-STATE LICENSE PLATES//
I DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE AND PROVE SH1T, I'VE ALREADY SHOWN AND HELD MY OWN/
I SIT BACK ON THE THROWN FROM A BIRD'S EYE VIEW, WATCH'N, JUDGE'N & CRITIQUE'N EMCEES' VOCAL TONES IN INTERNET BATTLE ZONES//


JCP

Where do you get your motivation at?
The dept of sanitation took out your garbage rap
Spidey, I only get two bars?
who's dick you gonna ride next?  Went from Red to Hova thus far
Your flows ain't that tight
I don't even feel like dissin' you no more--I don't feel right!  (too easy)
'Cause no matter what you say, I come back with more flaws to point out about you that same day
and it's getting pretty old
how many times can I talk about who's style you stole?
Don't talk about the style you got
you just a hater and mad, You probably down with D-dot
talk about amateurs impressed with my skills, but no one gave you props (true)
you just need to stop
won't give you metaphors or punchlines, just giving you straight talk
I don't even feel the need, you can't walk that walk
I think I'm gonna take a break
tired of dealing with an Eminem/Redman/Keith Murray/Canibus fake
maybe it's too late
This cat feels robbed of his props and now he's looking for jakes
Yo, I didn't mean to say that one
I said no metaphors or punchlines, but it's just too much fun
rappin' under false pretence
dumbed down your lyrics and still don't make sense!
I'm not even gonna rhyme no more...
you and Mr Del Tal have been comical to say the least.  De Tal has made me laugh pretty hard because his s**t is so silly.  Spidey think's he so advanced and complex, but not when he's studied someone else's flow and builds off that.  Spidey, you ain't that wack, but not what you claim.  Stop making false statements.  De Tal, keep trying, you'll be good someday.

If you want to battle, just reply.  I'll oblige you--ANYBODY!

Thats right Spidey, see you got your nuts back
Well here it is fo ya!

Yo Spidey
you don't like my style
no need to switch it
Pointin your lyrical gun at me
with F*ckin rubber bullets in it

Be for real G, You ain't wit me
The best there ever is, Cuz
No stress, Feel the buz
I wuz
bustin you at first
since ya showed your nuts
get another verse
could write em down
put em in your purse
I'm the worst

Hope your girls on the pill
I'm married to great skill
Ima Sick n**ga always ill
give props cuz I'm real

I grow on n**gaz
like fungus on fat feet
My style's so contagious
can't get rid of me
Feel the Legacy B*tch
never ahead of me snitch
leave ya bloody and beaten
Lyrically cut ya up
for no damn reason

When I spit you couldn't answer
My rhymes hit like cancer
deteriate your whole game
Got ur girl cummin out her pants uh
That was her and mines secret
Im sorry
Skillz like the PS2
I played you out like Atari
-------------------------------------------------
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Metaphors, I speak'em
Real rappers, you cheat'em
Try to pass that bullsh*t off as skill
Your rhymes, you keep'em
We don't need'em
Your kids
You can't feed'em
This is like 8 mile n**ga
cept ur no Eminem
Probably drink semen

Stop spitting gimmicks
I got the forums hands up
when I finish they grimace
Out of luck
Ya know I f*ck you up chuck
Your an educated cave man
A washed up loser
No game plan
why'd ya choozah
Losin battle, I think you'd rather
Pick another
I'm just too rude bruh
Your smarter than that
You can't beat a machine gun
with a baseball bat
yo my rhymes too phat

Yeah punk
my lyrics are poetry
so were Tupacs
how you gonna go-at-me?
Tal sold you some rocks?
Your Amazing
Hey but thats your name and
you hide behind the wack mask
SPIDERMAN!

**Oh you can read this to track 2 on 50 cents new sh*t.  Don't worry it will flow, unless your delivery sucks.  No hard feelins Spidey, you got a little talent witcha, keep spittin.**

I want you to embarrass me, kid.  Say something, PLEASE.  We can go head up in this piece!!  I can take you line for line, rhyme for rhyme, yo.  What'chu wanna do?  You sound like you can't keep it going, talking about, "I'm not even gonna respond."  Is you battling or bowing out?  You know when you forfeit--that means you lose!

Scroll up...That 3rd half a bar was directed directly at you.Thats all u really deserve.I killed u earlier too.See you talk bold with the challenges but I havent seen a decent verse from u yet.Is winning about who spits last or who spits best??? If it is by who spits best, Ive taken this by a landslide.

Word?  You think you got me?  Who agrees with you?  If you can get at least three people to cosign on that, then I'll concede the victory and leave it alone--until then, one more shot at your dome....

A-yo, f**k that!
Spiderman wants lyrical combat
this is beyond rap and in fact
I'm bombing like the U.S. to where Sadam at
and gather up the pieces that I blew to smitherenes
and snack on what's left you over string beans
I'm relentless, mercilessly beating you senseless
mutha f**k a Spiderman, and yes I'm being pretentious
you primadona, with a comic book persona
I'll leave you nowhere to run, walk, or even climb ta
don't look behind ya, I'm right there all over your ass
you probably sound like snaggle-puss goin', "sufferin' suckatash!"
Yo, son, you gassed, over-inflated ego
you stuck in the game and I invented Stratego
Poppin' lyrical clips like bad coochie with zits
you ain't nothing but a rhyme junkie beggin for my tits
and if you spit, I'll slap the drool from your lips
cause I don't like it when my bitches get slob on my dick
yo, dunn, go back to wherever you from
you ain't gettin' none here, your props come undone
the lone gun showin' you how the west was won
with gun play, I'm verbally Guantanamo Bay
Reminicent of retaliation from D-Day, bash you
like lesbian thespians cause you actin' gay
If you pull out rap guns and bust my way
I'll push your wig back like the head of Sade!

I'm not on anybody's dick, but DAMN JOE!  Yo Vince props too ya.  Hey I keeps the humor in mine and I don't play 2nd fiddle to no one, but IT IZ WHAT IT IZ... You came correct, straight A's all day, on that lyrical melee.  I was feelin' you on that.  

Anyone that spits correct Im'a give props, whether your comin' at me or someone else.
Yo Spiderman, I hope you got insurance.  

Damn De Tal, haven't heard from you in a minute,
Thought for sure you would come back with some new sh*t
But you didn't
so I'm not in it
fix you style a little more and then you can come get it!

Invincible I decided to help Spidey out a little and translate his comeback for ya.  Enjoy


Spiderman ain't nuttin to F*K WITH
My inferior style makes n**gas BUCK QUICK
I spit lyrics that BOMB//pegged all WRONG
Im stuck with NO BONG//its been SO LONG
since i had a HIT DROP//Met Stall and got my LIP ROCKED//COLD COCKED
LOST SOCK//BROKE GLOCK//TIME STOP//RHYME NOT
rhyme with big words FANTASTIC//hang with real nerds, pocket protectors PLASTIC
SEMI AUTO style I use//DEMI OUGHTA stay with Bruce
I battle TOUGH//like snails with SALT ON EM
I've had eNOUGH//like my shakes with MALT ON EM
I use METAPHORS I MEAN THIS//cats are dogs see IM A GENIUS!
I like these BATTLES//even though I CAN'T WIN
My girl looks like CATTLE//want another big word? NITROGLYCERIN//I like DA LOOKS OF HIM
Oops I JUST came OUT DA CLOSET//don't TRY US when I'm MENOPAUSAL
my GAY FORTE//I like Bills and Bobs// not FAY'S or RENEE'S

an excerpt from Spideys autobiography
DIARY OF A WACK LYRICISTS
"THE SPIDERMAN STORY"

ha ha just playin spidey.. but thats what you sound like dog.

Word, let me jump on that.  I'll spit a rhyme Spider-man style...


Let me take it back to the ESSENCE/got you confused in a stage of perpetual ADOLESCENCE/steal ya shine illuminating in FLOURESCENCE/ damn right, I'm gassed it's acts of EFFERVESCENCE/I'm FL grade you got rediculous IMPERFECTIONS/invade your mind reading thoughts of INSURECTION/

wait, I'mma dumb it down...
verbal concussion blasts got you SHELL SHOCKED/perfomance of "spinal taps" got your bells ROCKED/ blocked your brains nerve impulses so your pen gets DROPPED/tell your hands to write, but your wrists are LOCKED/screamin' on you like keystrokes stuck on CAPS LOCK

you get the picture, that's enough.

WORD!!

**THE END**

Yo Tal I'm gonna waste a page on you this time
Wannabe King of New York
I'll turn your reign to sunshine
flipped it, the games mine
Hip Hop's a nine, till I step in
Turn that nine to a dime

I've been labeled a joke
a broke poet on dope
not lost a battle yet
now who's inhalin the crack smoke
Spidey's afraid to show
where he's at, I don't know
Pouring water on his Chia-rap
hoping it will grow, Oh NO!
You didn't hear
It's Superstall's year
Spidey takes too long, shiverin "Is superstall here?"
No fear, Not me, Too thorough an emcee
To ever be slayed by someone who call's herself Spidey

Your big word style should be prehistoric
I baked your sorry a$$, get your 4-4 quick
Sit in ur whip, aim the barrel above ya neck
Cock tha hammer, pull the trigger, yeah that's it

Hey Terry is Spidey done? I can't even call it
He shocked himself then popped himself
Shouldnt've  brawlled with Superstall B*tch
I'm crushin you like a virus, not a computer glich
Rainforest don't have the cure, I'm just too sick
Reload the clip, case ya missed
buck till your pistol hits the flo
No shame you couldn't hang
Only me and God will know

Don't sob, finish the job
Small time crook, Im the Mob
Now ur shook, got the hook
Read scripts out the Good Book
Look
Smile before I bust ya
Your Spiderman?
De Tal thinks he's Busta
Are u still there Spidey
Didn't mean to Rush ya
"Who wants to Battle"isn't that the Title
These P*ssy's rap like its a Junior high recital
Yo pay attention Suckas, this is very vital
Stop pretending mutha f*ckas, no your not my rival
I'm nice guy, you made me come out my shell
Mr. Tal sold half a mil, and I'm really L.L.

Your no competition, really
Not even real emcees
Vince, Terry, Plenty three lyrical geez (Props)
its a blower wow, Two careers over now
I guess you could blame me
cold as I-C-E
Got some asian blood ya see,
keep it real for the Gees
I can't understand you Spidey
I don't speak Wackanese
my enemy? B*tch pleaz
You don't even pose a threat
I'm like the Yakuza,
I laugh at ya
when you roll up on the set

De Tal, don't sweat me, bet me?
I just may call your bluff
Sure ya sold half-a-mil
Sounding like the crime dog McGruff
ENOUGH! With your tales
Off with his HEAD!
We couldn't tell the difference
and cut his d*ck off instead
Now it's out the way
slobin nobs -n- hand jobs
Never used it anyway
Call Spidey, yeah he's Gay
found out from Mary J., tried to fool his Aunt May
While him and Flash Thompson were rearranging hay
What a Day!

Someone else grab the mic, please, lets get it on
Spidey you were alright, But you came at me all wrong
You were ok before, I confess I made you wack
De Tal's skill is nonexistent
he can't ever comeback
My rhymebooks, stacked
I havent even had to tap
I'm straight freestylin on yall wankstas
yall ain't got it like that.  
Look at my lyrics
never a double appearance
Yall bet hold me in revearance
top of-da-line rhymes, yalls sh*t's on clearance
Come one come all
I lay down the gauntlet
its all gravy for Superstall
Come get it if you want it!

Peace Its all Good.

superstall is holdin' it down!!!!  kid, you are just blowin' people away.  you've answered this threads question "who wants to battle" and then some.  props.  

Damn, Mr De Tal dissed me again, yo!!  "No sense, Vince"!

That one made me laugh, I'm changing my screen name.

Give me a topic!

Something way out there ;)

everyone on here is pretty good, but i have to ask, what in the world de tal is talking about?  that made no sense to me.  maybe its me, but can you please explain the peom you just wrote mr. D?

Planet dumb dumb? C'mon Tal
Stay at home with ur riches
I don't have time for you
whining like my bitches
rhymes sleeping with the fishes
Washed you clean like dirty dishes
Im the Geenie, heres 3 wishes
first you should wish
To be somebody else
Try LL cool J, so you can Rock the Bells

hmm, let me see what u should wish for second
Ahh some shoes on yo feet
Now u can get to steppin

Now for your final wish, number 3, don't get it wrong Gee
Wish to be a hawk, fly over Stall and try to bomb see
Aim, Fire, Bullseye, See now you finally sh*t on me

See I got talent, can switch my style
sometimes I'm having fun, you tried it for a while
Your so confused, Im amused
saw you in Moulon Rouge
I know, it hurts, call me Ebenezar Scrooge
You were sellin' your body
to a bunch of drunks, BET
When the director yelled cut
you tried to stay on set

Your a joke, that's not funny
Boy in da Hood with no money
Put down that lotto ticket
Here I come, better run gee
Yall seen the movie

Terry B burned you to, Now he's sippin Cris
He gave props, so should you, c'mon ya know this
My skill's ill, used to call me Tuberculosis
Invading your week mind like Mr Jones, Osmosis
The level of your streat credit is
Hootie and the Blowfish

Now Your aiming below the belt
thinkin u can score
Im tight like a Jedi Knight
"these aren't the droids ur looking for"
Im the Master your the puppet
You can take this job and shovit
I'm through with playin you fool
You fell for every mind trick

Peace, Its all over De Tal.  

JC Plenty:  talk about how wackness is contagious cause De Tal is bringin my level down.  I'm through this time, seriously.

ROTFLMAO

Spiderman, hey who are you tryihg to full.  I came back 3 times and even made up a rhyme for you.  Terry B come back and wreck this fool.

1-as I said I do quality not quantity...

2-Your rhymes are wack. (That simple rhyme once per bar chit is played)

3-That wack azz verse you spit for me is embarrasing.DONT EVER  ASSOCIATE MY NAME WITH SOME SILLY CHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN!

4- u lost ALL respect from me when u said I bit from Canibus,RedMan,Eminem,etc....(Damn why not throw in Biggie,Jay-Z,Nas, 50 Cent etc LOL)

5-as I said when I see a decent rhyme from you I will respond

6-your boyfriend's rhymes was wack too

7- You spit poetry not rap...As I said I doubt you could actually rap your "raps" audibly.
 
8-LMAO @ how as soon as I said I was done you and your boyfriend start shooting verses at me.....Get off my nutz im done!

RANDOM VERSE FROM YOUR LAST "RAP"
"See I got talent, can switch my style
sometimes I'm having fun, you tried it for a while
Your so confused, Im amused
saw you in Moulon Rouge
I know, it hurts, call me Ebenezar Scrooge
You were sellin' your body
to a bunch of drunks, BET
When the director yelled cut
you tried to stay on set"
AND YOU SAY I DONT MAKE SENCE? ROTFLMAO  IF YOU GONNA RAP WITH A SIMPLE AZZ STYLE AND SOUND LIKE KOOL MOE DEE AT LEAST MAKE SENCE!

Dude HipHop is about having a rhythm with your chit....You just have lines with rhyming words at the end....LOL  The funny thing is...YOU KNOW IM THE ILLEST! LMAO @ egos..... Go make a sound track for the CAREBEARS movie or somethin...

THAT IS ALL    Peace out EBENEZER!

de tal and spidey, 2 little bitches,
calling me gay, got me in stitches,
i gave props to ss cause he's killin' you two,
2 at a time like your mom's like to do,
while you're at it, ask her if i'm gay,
she'll let u know how i hit it twice a day.

i propose a toast, so lift your glass
jaw broke kickin' your ass,
got u both tappin' just like in class,

u fags can't deal with my critique,
ss took u out, made u look weak,
killed you w/ his rhymin' technique,
if that makes u mad, and if that makes me gay,
your gaydar should tell u i don't swing that way.

it's over, u lost, accept the fact,
de tal dickin' spidey, fudge getting pact.

This cat kills me thinking he's on some next s**t.  Damn right I said you think you Redman, Eminem in your rhyme structure.  You put in a word that rhymes every third word, but you ain't said nothing relevent to the battle yet.  "Lyrical slaps, time elapse, physical cracked, conventional smack, uexplicable crap", yadda, yadda, yadda.  Yeah, it might SOUND nice, but it don't make sense, it ain't coherent, and doesn't go together.  Maybe you should laugh when I compare you to Em cause he uses that same rhyme structure, but do it better.  You might as well be Ghostface Killah, putting together s**t that makes it seem like you nice on the surface, but when you really look at it--ain't got no content.  I think I told you once, "you couplets (bars) are totally unrelated like you and your step-brother".

Nobody's after your respect, son.  "Props come undone".

flows, show mo style then prada
ho's, grow so wild when I holla
Tal's broke rhymes ain't worth a dolla
Its like old times when I droppa
phat line, who's gonna
Test this, crazy, don't wanna
ever face me, man I oughta

Take a wack emcee like you
give you a lyrical pimp smack,what ya gonna do?
Nuthin
Like N.O.R.E. said, don't want this really do you?

I am smokin you like my mic was throwin flames
You came back like a hall of mirrors,
all yo sh*t just sounds the same
Drop the mic b*tch, your too slow for this game
Your goin 20 on the freeway
punk get out my lane

Nothin to gain by this lyrical thrashin
self-esteem can't take this bashin
Stop this nonsense, I'm not askin
You better look behind,
whole crew's on my bandwagon

You speak about the street but I can see that ur soft
You creep -n- shout police, hood blashemy is how u come off?
Ya little snitch, lil b*tch, go out a pull off a switch
Oh ya tried to pull a switch didn't work, here's the whip

Punks like you gonna always be around
Yo Pops didn't like you so ya hate me and my sound
Hey Tal its ok, go head cry, let it out
Girl's steppin too you,
but u don't go that route
Hey it's ok just keep your distance
 cause I'll destroy ya
You can hang out with Spiderman
 at the Blue oysta

Oh Spiderman, I haven't forgotten you
scared to spit, so you write down sh*t
like this is a f*ckin lawsuit

You used my idea like these people were gonna forget
You haven't got props, since I stepped up on the set
this is my stage, I turned the page, ended your chapter
What you spit, people skip, It's my sh*t there after
Ya here tha laughter, thats for you
your through, played out lyrics got no juice
get the noose, Here comes the truth
I'm bout ta get loose

Who's the chosen one, ME!, end your misery, FLEE!
Yo I can't hold back son, you won't like me when I angry!
Did they make it? are they gone? man this is just wrong
Nah there still here, hurry up get outta here, GO ON!

Oh well, here go's, God Knows I tried to warn ya
If ya mothers had some hangars they would have never borned ya
You grew to be some b*tches, some punks, some freaks
The only thing freakier, Is your mama's on the streat
Out there selling their soul and their hole just to make a buck
"Got warts on your face and p*ssy, no I don't wanna f*ck!"

Well thats Enough of that Spidey
Let me handle these alegations
Your lyrics are like ur luv life
No penetration

You dare to call me wack, no way, c'mon you?
You sneezed, it was that, ok God Bleshu!
I'm undefeated, my record's yellin at you right now
"Spidey ya been knocked down, wanna throw the towel?"
If I want to write somethin wack, De Tal can show me how
He's probably still at the gay bar, ya know on the prowl

My style you say is simple, ok let me see
50 cent rhymes once per line, wow he's wack like me!

Oh, and yes I am a Poet, correct me if I'm mistaken
Rap IS poetry, your really stupid, c'mon stop fakin

Using all those big words and metaphors
wheres my dictionary at, (yawn), what a bore
thanks for your silence, please no more
Spidey your like De Tal, a kitten tryin to fake a Lions roar

I'm allergic to weak, Now Spidey's retired, I'm care free
Allow me to sit back, relax,  crack a bot' of Hennessey
While you smoke crack, contact!, wullah another wack rhyme ya see
While my lyrics rip ho's from the gut, call me hysterectamy
I know what ur thinkin, "Damn Stall thats Nasty"
These wack emcee's got my head all gassed Gee
I need Vince to come down -n- bust me
I got respect for that n*gga, he spits with some emotion
Terry B, it's good to see ya back, I knew you'd roast em

Oh and Parker, I can spit on paper and out loud
Your at home readin comics
I'm out Movin Crowds,

Do you and De Tal go together
You sound like twinkle toes
his rhymes hit like a feather

Which leads us to believe that you guys may go both ways
De Tal is probably the dude, and Spidey wear's pink on Sunday's

LMAO  
1- I rhyme nothing at all like Eminem
2-MY rhymes make more sence than your lullaby's
3-why is my name still in your mouths???
4-I caught that line De Tal.....BE EASY!!! >:(

Its been real fellas, thanks for the good time but I'm done for a while.  Gonna have a real busy week.  I'll probably be back next weak.  I'll check up and see who steps to the throne now that I'm gone.  Ha Ha

Peace out (for a lil while)

It seems like everybody's thru battling.  Nobody has anything left to say or anyone else to talk about, so I'll kick a freestyle rhyme to keep it going...


It's Rakim 2003
Invinci B-L-E
invulnerable mic god ruling vigilantly
virility
son'in' cats sporadically
spreading my seed when I rhyme automatically
cataclismic
my gift to you, but not on X-mas
my name, my style, my flow topping your wishlist
this is my district, jurisdicition with intended malice
clutching mics so tight that both hands show calous
complete eradication
your only chance for probation
like a mason, 33rd degree in charge of a nation
getting issues of my chest, this ends, ammends in vindication....


just a little some'em off the top for fun.  How 'bout a freestyle rhyme kids?

SS, my man, you can only battle someone that wants to battle.  You're killin' 'em, son!

Thanks Vince...
Ima bring it back tonight when I get home from work.

TTT for wassom

your rhymes are like a sedative provide me the mic
exciting the people w/ a style that ignites.
spit fire to the left of you, cuz you know that i'm right,
you never had a chance, like saddam, getting tossed in the night.
bring arms to bear catch a beat w/ the snare,
fisticuffs or music i dropped the beat and your bare,
naked w/out your written lyrics because your mind is too slow,
passed on the grass and I still dropped this flow.

very nice.  stick me you big greek god and feed me grape leaves.  i'm so wet.

i'm black.   

This directed at me homie?  Your still on a style I mastered in grade school.  When you learn to hold a woman more gently than silk panties come and see me.  Drop another rhyme though, or anyone else for that matter.  Then I'll know it's on. 

Payce,
Wassom

you are CHARLES!?

wtf...?

would you rip me apart like the innocent little white girl that I am?

relentless assualt on front runners again,
or better a-gain on wack rapping that's plain,
i'd drive you insane w/ the big words that i spit,
i lyrically hit you corn huskers like my dick on your clit,
never ignite a live wire, ripping hymens and s**t.
brought your all now go buck yourself,
gave me a reason to come through the back call me Stealth,
i'm bad for your health, driving you up the walls,
predicting your future like i had crystal balls.

Kosta,

That was pretty tight dawg.  I didn't know this was on here.  Never really done any real rhymes before, but I can tell it's in my heart.  I'll hit you back tonight on here hopefully....

This is DOPE!

One,
Wassom

that's nothing.   i used to spit alot back in the day...  when i was under the illusion that it was something to put time into....

i freestyled w/ Pharcyde  when they toured my campus.  they had a freestyle competition that i won and i got to stay on stage and rhyme w/ them.   we all got burnt out our god damned minds that day.

My car is hooptie with a radiator leaking
two bitches in the back and on my ding dong were freaking
I gots to go get my homies some sweet tarts
Since they all are banned from the Wal Marts
I am straight up baller
Don't have a dime to call her
Stuck a banana in her snatch
Then she ripped off my Cabbage Patch
Kid why she did
My dog's not fed


Now THAT is talent.  Bow down when I come to your town!

got the urge to rip you apart,
no heart having rapping playing the part.
Half assin' lyrics like you had it to start.
Ripped you right, in a half assed frame of mind,
ireplaceable, style's one of a kind.
droppin' rolex in the mix, I simply know the time,
your sounding like a rupaul state of mind

Kosta by OWNED!!!

lol.

most of the guys here drop pre-fabricated s**t.

50 lines to my 5 and i still come out brighter.

none of you can touch me.   

test my might, talk slick, i test your life,
you brought a knife to fight me, i'm a blazing mic,
burn ya til the meat starts turning white,
bone crusher, i brought stitches to bitches,
you got big for your britches? start actin' right,
the dueling wordsmith breaking rappers to size,
must you imply keepin' it real, bitch peep my rise,
top standing looking down at clowns that caught frowns,
when they found that the god was breaking it down.

so far, only chim chim has the mental prowess to even contend.


Terry, i'm going to break it down for you:

Look at your life, droppin' lyrics and s**t,
took 50 lines plus, to consider a hit,
took me 5 lines to discredit your style,
talking 12 inches, bitch i'm breaking the mile,
taking your mic, gave you options to stop,
call the cops, rhyme slayer came in the drop,
flamethrower to your candle, made your pussy pop.
get daddy a drink, had a hard day a work,
take the time to quote my lines will make you berzerk,
call me a jerk, homo, never has been or had,
but realize when your done that i'm still your dad.

spiderman kills me call him professor of rap,
had to break down, your rhymes are making me nap,
put you to sleep, creepin' w/ the whackest of raps,
had to explain his rhymes like we gave a damn,
talking like Dr. Seuss "Like my green eggs and ham",
more like your corn,
i'm dropping bombs rougher than porn,
sure you understand my brains not of the norm,
the forum loves my lyrics, while your lyrics they like
not of the lackluster, bust ya up, Oh you wanna help Ike?

Kosta, it's supposed to be a battle.

why does Terry test me, pre-emptively i will strike,
lyrics all odd like a dick for dikes.
had no right to rip sh*t w/ the weakest of flows,
talking slick w/ big boys caught you a bloody nose.
go ahead and write your anthem, a rebuttle to brag,
half a f*g, drop your lyrics in drag,
takin' your life, i painted tits on your back,
gave all the boys a turn til they gave me the tag,
the don dadda stunned you w/ the illest of words,
talking absurd, like you had clout, a glorified bird.
you might get lucky, make you my number one girl,
pimped you to chim and he gave you a whirl,
he tore you  up right and made it wide for my girth,
you been rappin' for months, while i've been rappin' since birth.

40, NOBODY can hang line for line w/ me.    believe that i wrote all my s**t in 30 sec. or less.   90% of you write novels and s**t.

so far, Chim has killed it.
Invincible has a good flow.
JC is too smart to rap on this thread lol... i like his style... not a surprise he digs CoFlow.

Terry is garbage.

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Straight Garbage, take you out in a bag,
meet terry b, the rolemodel for fags.
worldwide recognition, when i spanked your ass,
had just dues to consider me crass,
stiff competition, when i got on this thread.
have two contenders, but terry's lyrically dead.
Verbal viagara, please! help terry he's a gone.
smoked your style up like i'm cheech and chong.

let me give props to the rappers that could,
had chim and jc's flows giving me wood.
gave me what i need to rip terry's ass apart,
struggled to much, he's notorious for silent farts.
ass cheeks having met in a hundred years.
f**k budweiser, terry's King of Queers.
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mark my words.  if this was a face to face battle, it wouldn't end until Terry tried to swing on me.......
not bragging, but 95% of you are garbage.   

Rudini, i don't even want to get started on him.   He's like cracker jacks or soem s**t.  i can't even figure him out....

rudy dropping 3rd grade versus in a college course,
f**k horse gracie, he belongs in a morgue.
back to the topic, rudy stop it, you're garbage,
thought you were clever, while i'm dropping knowledge.
talking like something Disney rated for kids,
i'm ripping you apart while i handle my biz.
typing to you while i speak on my phone,
you're school house bully, bitch i'm al capone.
take your time to write right it, spite me never get pissed,
WE ALL THINK YOUR CORNY, i think you get the jist.

lol, true true.  Alright, I'm feeling crazy...here goes.

Uh...what...wheres my snare?.

Yo, Ill eat Kosta with a spork
he's tryin to claim brooklyn from upstate New york
Around here you're a studio gangster
over thuuur you aint nothin but a wankster
Better off battlin another
I'm not your friend or your brother
you fly one flag while i fly another

Drastic measures taken you're plastic i'm flesh,
took the life from you when i punctured your vest.
steel couldn't stop the real, slugs copped a feel, peeling your skin,
splintered your bone matter, brain left you like Friends.
Rudy please save it, i don't want to match wits,
i don't want to be responsible for you slitting your wrists.
You're frail mind and matter couldn't handle my slaughter,
taking forms like demons spilling on you like water.
better yet acid, blasted rhymes scorched your skin.
Go to confession, before you try to sin,
battlin' me later, slay ya, catch your chin.
buckled your frame, please get this man some oxygen.
better yet, get rudy a magic jin.
make a million wishes, and you still won't win.
locked the game, frame by frame, your lame raps won't budge.
go back to back w/ you, slit you, cut you,  and yet still no grudge?
take your Barney antics cuz we don't love you back,
catching feelings as you read this because you KNOW you're wack.

40 got older, bolder lyrics to brag,
i take that back 40, you're a full on f*g.
want to test the waters w/ a busted oar,
you catch my dick vapors you obsessive whore.
get team GH to get your back quickly,
lickety split get Nate to explain you're silly.
trying to match wits w/ a carnivore rapper,
slap you to death, ate you up then crapped ya..
you have no right to claim the 40 drink,
we know you're coming out like your name was pink.
drinking coronitas like i see ya, high heels for ya sneakers.
escort f****t, blowin up by the beepers.
sucking me off for cheaper and cheaper,
catch the bus home to cali before i put you to sleep, huh?

40 just stop it, get a lawyer to back ya,
take me to civil court before i lyrically slap ya.
catch me coming straight out the meat locker, dropped you quicker than Gomi,
frontin all these months like you was my homey.
Don't have love for a fake ass mexican,
talking smack to me, like your name was wen.
get filiipino on ya, cut you like kali,
pimped you out swweet like shiwally wally.
nas couldn't help you w/ your verbal dilemma,
give this man i pen, paper, and portable enima.
wash him out clean, like he was my cuz...
talking hard like you knew me, you're a never was.
gaining speed as i type this fire, back to back split you like and underwire,
underwear, care that i slipped this lyric,
get off this forum quickly, and go hang out w/ Kirik.


40, you can't hang. 

You say I'm wack, wont cut you no slack
pull your spine out your back
Kosta labeld a troll from the start
Better back down if you're smart
1 slug, 2 slug, 3 slug 4
My 9 milli clip still holds 6 more
You're rhymes sound like a slasher flick
You can hold the audition on my dick
Tell your girl I can whine and dine
if you wanna battle please!
.....take your time

40, not quite yet a 50 cent. 
never quite there, like a lexus w/ dents.
never had a chance,while i put it on ya,
claiming real s**t, bitch, youre cubic zirconia.
faker than fake, like some counterfeit tapes,
you were superman, now your a cripple w/ capes.
talking big, like the rock, plan A or plan B.
took the roll of C so you never can be,
2000 miles away, grew some balls far from god,
talking like a livewire so i gave you the nod.
gave a chance to bring it, gave you minutes to think it.
40 the titanic, drowing' stop iit, sink it.
drop to the bottom of the darkest pit,
so nobody has to suffer from hearing your s**t.
don't claim flags like you knew what to say,
welcome to the majors, go back to triple A.

LOL!  Alright....damn...outmatched. 

I should have never messed with TITS.
Now I'm throwin childish fits.
better bring your A game
Cause this is Kosta's claim to fame   

Next up.  

you had a good line w/ the audition on dick.  but i knew i had you w/ the superman rip.

no turning back.

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do me a favor give him time to savor.
go back to the GH forum and give terry a waiver.
i don't want to feel it from the rest of your boys,
when i slay terry for his half assed noise.
i drop dimes, to his dingy pennies,
terry's straight retard like his name was lenny.
couldn't hack the business when chim clipped his balls,
had to go home, and lick his paws,
Get the lawyers from there to break down the law,
fuckin' w/ me terry, i break your jaw.
no correct comin', i'm slummin' even speaking your name.
gave you  chance to bring it, i'm your claim to fame.