the king of rap music_boy: every line that i rhyme ppl get satisfied all them haters all da time gettin bitched so why try to battle the king who be wippin ur ass get a life for real this aint no chorus class see everyone in this joint ya just suck like shit and no affence to u to host sick wit it u need to tak some poem class you jerk u crazy if u think them shitty ass raps will work music_boy: i aint gon insult africa cause dats my parents country but the pic of ur boyfriend looks lik the dude is hungry that style that he s wearin was woren back in the days do u remember it in 1890 somethin when george washington was elected president u say u ashanti i bet u got an ugly ass face god dammit ur insulting ashanti b#^wx us a disgrace get a life get a clue and please dont mess with me and my rhymes and all i got to say u ghana girls all i gotta do is f%*z ya and ya will lik it youngneek: smokin on some weed in the cuts with a bitc* put the fire to the blunt and let me take a hit,we smoke purp,lights,afgani hash.allways do it big and cop that kash.spitin on the mic in natural to me.fresno california and we do stack gz... youngneek: mac-dre simple and plan and brotha lynch..got heataz..f^@# lil wayne..no spitz what so ever baby rights his shit for him fake ass rappers eat the steal!!! young neek... Robber Bradley: Its Time To Shut Music Boys Face Up One Look At Dis Mudda F#@yzy Down Syndrom Straight Up Straight Heat Your Beat My Street Your Shits A Choice Between Weak And More Weak F%#$%w$ Zeek Geek Pullin Petey's I Freak A Leek All Over Your Sister I Skeet A Leet " Tootle F%$%*$z Dumb Son Ill F~#* Both Your Sisters Right After I F%*z The Other One OH NO!! Got Me Some Straight S*xyz Thats Why This Began With Music Boy Shut Your Face Up thecount: These other so called MC's spit verses with curses I ain't even gotta stoop to that degree to show em my pedigree You best look up to me when you address the boss You might as well kiss the pinky ring and accept the loss This rap battle ain't even have me breakin' a sweat By the end of this rhyme, all the ladies wantin' to get intimate Get down and do pushups on her all militant But this aint no world takeover I ain't trying to be like Bush with his lawnmower This is just a simple flow to let ya'll know That if you step to this you bound to get spent like dough. simplyamazin: yo f^&^ you tweedle dee and tweedle dum/ why you feel the need to front like u from the slums/ when you reside in north VAN/ prolly live in ur mom's mansian AND drive a mini VAN/ so whats the skinny man/ is ur rhymes ill really? DAMN/ they read f&#@xw illiterate no sense ILLIGITMATE/ shit im spittin u couldnt get wit/ so intricate you and ur whole syndicate couldnt get the jist of it/ fwx$ ur raps like ill f#^~ ur bwyw&/ spread them lips and spit on that shit/ teller show me that face baby and PISS ON IT/ simplyamazin: youngneek knows wuts up F^~z lil wayne.. mac dre andre nickatina equipto messy marv they some good shit, kool keith is still KILLIN it tech n9ne jedi mind tricks 7l and esoteric those some real rapper mainstream lil wayne shit can lick my ballllllllllzzzzzzzzzzzz Plum: You think you can spit a bunch of whack shit and be king? King of rap? Kiss my ass and listen up for Plum's sting Count and Plum come out BOOM with da skill We servin' rhymes like pancakes hot off da grill We da rap revolution to your rhyme prostitution You got some weak tracks, we got da solution For da sake of your friends, please go on back to rap school Cuz watching you battle is like drownin' in a kiddie pool BlackCaesar: More lyrical content Than an overflowin' cauldron Watch it bubble and boil Glimmer like gold foil More patients than an overworked nurse So I'm able to spit a hot verse and not curse I step up to the mic and the wack emcees disperse Every lick of my tongue is a curse Call me a witchdoctor, better yet a proctor I am the overseer, [yeah uh] the watcher So when you say weak rhymes I lay in wait and bring judgment at the right time I destroy everything in my path Leave destruction in my wake Incoming bloodbath to all emcees that are fake When it comes to the cypher I pillage and plunder In my right I carry lightning With the left I bring the thunder thecount: You can claim to be a mythical creature, But we all know you a$$ rapin' kids like preacher. They call me thecount cause i be countin' corpses You couldn't hold me back like an army with a thousand horses Your lyrical content ain't even impressin 50 cent You better hand me back that money I lent Cause you too wack to sell a CD You couldn't even fu<k a chinese hoe and catch VD Your rhymes don't hold no weight Even clickin' on this forum was a big mistake BlackCaesar: The only thing mythical is the verse So when you it reveals itself you cower in fear You clutch on to what's material and everything you hold dear I spit more than hot fire, I spit hot acid So it melts away your urge do the do like your thing stayin' flaccid And you only half right The thing I'm raping is your mind So you might as well bend over and say goodbye to your behind Call your girl and tell her I'm available for "tea and cake" I'm gonna make her open up and down a warm protein shake Don't start talking about 50 when you don't even amount to a penny A penny for your thoughts is a penny too many My rhymes are heavier than sumo they leave you no leverage So the weight you were talking about is pure severance The second you started typing, was the moment you got crushed Now you're paralyzed, swallowed your tongue with rubbish and mush Oops I mean bangers and mash, no wait, garbage and trash Your defeat was decided in a quick flash You're right, it was was a mistake joining this forum I'm already better than you suckas, all your rhymes are boring thecount: You're a worthy adversary, but i've got the crown. A mere peasant, i'm the ruler, speak another word and i'll slice your medula Spew your worthless blood like a virgin who dare spoke ill to her groom Castrate you like an adultress wh0re, till you beggin for your lord If my rhymes are flaccid, your rhymes need a thousand pills of cialis to rise above. You ain't even got ground to step on, a little peon, a mere ant in the world of a veloceraptor, i'm coming for your soul like rapture Your rhymes are softer than puddy, you need to look over true talent and study Look real hard at the real hercules, and tell me one time that you ain't got served - b!tch please! | Music Chat Room 21 People Chatting Similar Conversations |