Rap Battles 2

They first thread was pretty ill, so maybe we can do this again, I wrote a diss to Campbell on the first rap battle thread but the thread got lost with other old threads anyways here it is:

Quote:

---

i dont know how to quit
but i know how to spit
im gonna fuck you up with my lyrical tricks
leave you left dead in a shit hole pitt

you better take it to another level
cus im a rebel now feel the base and treble

---

First of all you cannot twist my lines,
you destroyed them, they were better off left mines,
you turned them from metal to a lullaby, next time just don't reply.
Your lyrics keep getting murdered by Italians, get it?
mines keep shinning like medallions, don't forget it.
With the honeys I'm known as the switch,
among dogs your known as the bitch,
smoking with my homies they call me an Uzz-i,
chilling with cats they call you a puss-y,
the Devil delivering more punches than Bruce Lee.
Face it Campbell this battle is over,
its like comparing a match to a flamethrower,
since Campbell is done I'll take on any of you growers

Good luck to all ofcourse, cuz tryin to beat me is as useless as :beatdeadhorse:

i'm not sure if this is just a you and campbell thing and i'm not a grower.. but i'm jumping in:jointsmile:

it seems lyrical flow is somethin you aren't familiar with/
disected in garbage bags you'll be thought of as a myth//
on my list of to-do's capping you isn't on it/
i'd rather watch you die slow, drown in your own vomit//
speaking of medallions, i doubt you have any/
or maybe you got them in the mall for twelve fifty//
after i'm done your body's never found/
more dark and disturbing than August's Underground//
switch with the honeys? man that's a joke/
from what i see your girl's giving me the deepthroat//
at the end of it all, remember that the scrub wins/
thanks for your time, that was my two cents// :twocents:

PS: i only do this for fun when i'm bored.... so i'm not sure if i'll be replying again but... i'm gonna shut up before i start rambling:)

Wow thats................................

Man, you couldn't come hard even if you were frozen
You wouldn't rank high even if you was stoned-son

I'm on fire
You couldn't raise the stakes if you had beef with vampires

You rhymes wouldn't be felt if you wrote them in braile
I'm delivering heat like a burning postman bringing you mail.

Dong deezy I blow this motha up in the heezy
you just like your girl ...both of you tell me to "go easy" (hahaha)

this shits fun...ill admit it...but your scripts are gettin old
and as we speak its like deliverin laughs cuz "jokes" gettin told (ohhhhh!1!!!1)

man i dunno but all these rhymes seem whack
tear down your mic stand, and stand in the back
watch as ghosty lays down another track
spits out the rhymes, then opens up a fat sack sack
not the brown brick shit with the stems and seeds
im talking the good shit with the red hairs and sticky leaves
nothin' but the best from the land of lakes and trees
wake n bake, afternoon, and midnight tokin'
roll around the parkway's passin' pigs and still smokin'
i'll keep playin records til the turntable's broken
other motherfuckers left dry and jokin'
:jointsmile:

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Acouwaila

Dong deezy I blow this motha up in the heezy
you just like your girl ...both of you tell me to "go easy" (hahaha)

this shits fun...ill admit it...but your scripts are gettin old
and as we speak its like deliverin laughs cuz "jokes" gettin told (ohhhhh!1!!!1)

---

You're speaking on my girl when yours is at the bottom of my shag pile
Un-pluralised the second word of your third line described your rap style

I heard you went to jail and passed time by dropping soap
I aint feeling you, NOPE
Laced with smack your lyrcis still wouldn't be dope

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Peruvian Devil

They first thread was pretty ill, so maybe we can do this again, I wrote a diss to Campbell on the first rap battle thread but the thread got lost with other old threads anyways here it is:



First of all you cannot twist my lines,
you destroyed them, they were better off left mines,
you turned them from metal to a lullaby, next time just don't reply.
Your lyrics keep getting murdered by Italians, get it?
mines keep shinning like medallions, don't forget it.
With the honeys I'm known as the switch,
among dogs your known as the bitch,
smoking with my homies they call me an Uzz-i,
chilling with cats they call you a puss-y,
the Devil delivering more punches than Bruce Lee.
Face it Campbell this battle is over,
its like comparing a match to a flamethrower,
since Campbell is done I'll take on any of you growers

Good luck to all ofcourse, cuz tryin to beat me is as useless as :beatdeadhorse:

---

im so high just like a bird
wanna test me you will get hurt
when im finished you will get buried in the dirt
no time to divert, blood on your shirt
who you tryin to fool with that pink skirt?

listen devil.. you cant get personal,
whatever your saying is reversable
im not bent like you im vertical
dont battle me cus ill hurt you all,

ill stab you in the back but im not a backstabber
my lyrics are sharp and painful just like a dagger
lightheaded fool all you do is stagger,
my words are real cus i aint no blagger

might sound black but im not a white wigger
the only things black are my lungs and my liver
big voice and its gonna get bigger,
make enough money just look at the figure
sick rhymes are what i deliver

unexpected like a case of lung cancer/
y'all weak like ballarina dancers//
i attack quickly and quite vicious/
while you're taking notes, also malicious/
like a dark spirit havin' you superstitious/
learn your place and suck a dick, all you cabbage patch bitches//
like JFK you could get your brain splattered/
the shit you spit almost makes me feel flattered//

Step back and fade away...act tough but you juice more than minute maid
Ill spray you with raid(lol)...but your shit is like ps2 fight night ...all of your "punches" are "played"

Lame keys, lame words...your shit reeks
Ill make you bleed..and like chicks with "organized menstral cycles" you know your "weak" (week)

I hear u talking but i dont c no follow up walkin
Act all gangsta , boy ill leve u lyin in a coffin
Then we see who b laughin,
Real gangsta dnt bump ther gums
they just pump them guns
Fill ur lungs wit hot lead laughing at the faggot they just shot dead blastin
Real g'z dont die , They multiply,
we *****z brake bones n bleed u dead
All for the love of the colour red

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by smok3y

I hear u talking but i dont c no follow up walkin
Act all gangsta , boy ill leve u lyin in a coffin
Then we see who b laughin,
Real gangsta dnt bump ther gums
they just pump them guns
Fill ur lungs wit hot lead laughing at the faggot they just shot dead blastin
Real g'z dont die , They multiply,
we *****z brake bones n bleed u dead
All for the love of the colour red

---

You just opened my eyes to how stupid gangsters are if thats a true story

daaaaaaamn this shit blew up.... prolly cause of me :cool:

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by ghosty

man i dunno but all these rhymes seem whack
tear down your mic stand, and stand in the back
watch as ghosty lays down another track
spits out the rhymes, then opens up a fat sack sack
not the brown brick shit with the stems and seeds
im talking the good shit with the red hairs and sticky leaves
nothin' but the best from the land of lakes and trees
wake n bake, afternoon, and midnight tokin'
roll around the parkway's passin' pigs and still smokin'
i'll keep playin records til the turntable's broken
other motherfuckers left dry and jokin'
:jointsmile:

---

that shit was tight right there

<.<;;;;

you look like a dog, go chase this stick
what's that in your eye? oh it's my dick!

lmao, random


was that a dick i don't think i saw//
get a penis pump, damn it's so small/
unlike mine, it makes your bitch squeal//
i cum in her face and tell that bitch to fix me a meal

you can talk big shit while you move your little lips
you can size me with your eyes, while i eye your girls hips
and if i wanted any lip i'd have your girl on my zipper
if she doesn't do it right i'll go move on to your sister
and if that aint enough, get ready for the bomb
the other night i was gettin freaky with your mom
now i can understand if ya wanna get mad at me
gettin my mack on with the ladies in your family

Quote:

---

t seems lyrical flow is somethin you aren't familiar with/
disected in garbage bags you'll be thought of as a myth//
on my list of to-do's capping you isn't on it/
i'd rather watch you die slow, drown in your own vomit//
speaking of medallions, i doubt you have any/
or maybe you got them in the mall for twelve fifty//
after i'm done your body's never found/
more dark and disturbing than August's Underground//
switch with the honeys? man that's a joke/
from what i see your girl's giving me the deepthroat//
at the end of it all, remember that the scrub wins/
thanks for your time, that was my two cents//

---

Oh man look its a Juggalo,
go paint your face with your own menstrual flow,
then go to show and give the carnival spirits a good blow,
Your no more than a joke
everyone knew that when you spoke,
before i die i would vomit on your face and make YOU choke.
Now go grow up...a lot,
then come back,maybe then your lyrics wont be so wack

aah Peruvian Devil not responding to my rhyme i see, like i said "dont battle me cus ill hurt you all" :p

yeah, CC your rhymes aren't half bad mate:thumbsup:

here's another just cause you got me flowin...

i try not to get personal, just bustin my chops
i just spit rhymes, and give out props
leave my beef hanging at the butcher shop
t-bone, choice cut, just like my drop
unlike a lot of weak mc's who let thier jaws flop,
the weak excuse for what they call hip-hop
once the ghost gets bangin you know he don't stop
neighbor's try to come over and give us a warning
they gonna call the cops cause it's 3 in the morning
so we'll turn it down a little and keep going strong
need a re-fuel of inspiraion then just pull out the bong
make a cloud of smoke just like tommy chong
get yourself real faded, then get back to the song
and if you're still stickin with me then forget all the talk
just throw your hands up as i make the beat rock

Thats nice stuff everyone wrote. :jointsmile:

im done for a bit... need to go smoke a bowl

Quote:

---

im so high just like a bird
wanna test me you will get hurt
when im finished you will get buried in the dirt
no time to divert, blood on your shirt
who you tryin to fool with that pink skirt?

listen devil.. you cant get personal,
whatever your saying is reversable
im not bent like you im vertical
dont battle me cus ill hurt you all,

ill stab you in the back but im not a backstabber
my lyrics are sharp and painful just like a dagger
lightheaded fool all you do is stagger,
my words are real cus i aint no blagger

might sound black but im not a white wigger
the only things black are my lungs and my liver
big voice and its gonna get bigger,
make enough money just look at the figure
sick rhymes are what i deliver

---

If you stab in the back you are a backstabber,
to win this round will be easier than your mother,
I'm higher than God, to reach me he needs a ladder
and for U to reach me...man dont even bother.
I have trapped you in a cage with all my bars, full of scars,
your not meant to be up here with the stars.
your lyrics are more played out than "just saying high"
I don't see why you even try, learn how to say goodbye
if not then come back, but youll just get bitchsmacked

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by ghosty

yeah, CC your rhymes aren't half bad mate:thumbsup:

---

Thanks, i can make a lot better rhymes when im stoned lol :stoned:

everyone makes better rhymes when their stoned:jointsmile:, by theway CC and Ghosty ya got pretty sick rhymes we should make an album lol :thumbsup: if ya like my rhymes that is

sweet, i could make the beats too

Yeah we should somehow lol [cannabis combo crew 2oo7 :stoned:]

that actually sounds like a good idea, we should discuss it

sounds good, i dont know how it would work though with us 3 living in completely different sides of the world lol.

well.. um.. I can make tracks in Reason, I just can't put vocals to them. If anyone else has any other recording programs I can send you a track.

i got audacity, dont really make beats but yeah

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Peruvian Devil

Oh man look its a Juggalo,
go paint your face with your own menstrual flow,
then go to show and give the carnival spirits a good blow,
Your no more than a joke
everyone knew that when you spoke,
before i die i would vomit on your face and make YOU choke.
Now go grow up...a lot,
then come back,maybe then your lyrics wont be so wack

---

funny you say that as 50% of your lines don't even rhyme;)

the Carnival is the same god you christians worship/
through my years what i've seen it's a load of bullshit//
you pray to the skies but who the fuck will answer/
where is god when all these people are dying from cancer?//
i guess you really are stupider than i thought/
but that's what happens when you smoke yourself stupid with pot//

who said anything about hailing god
i aint about to let a preist touch my rod
haven't stepped inside a church in years
if i gave a confession it'd leave the father in tears
im on the highway to hell, if you know what i mean
smoke in a pentagram, as the heavy metal screams
summon up some demons, and summon up a storm
my rhymes sting harder then the whole damn swarm
yet at the same time they flow smooth like honey
unlike your weak rhymes, man your style is funny
so you wanna keep rhymin' like your a big shot
fucking carnivals and clowns, this isnt the big top.
so take your sideshow raps back to the three rings
and take a moment to address those beestings

This one goes out to errybooooddy, yall gon hafta step it up after dis one!!
my lines is so nice wen u recite 'em ur mouf start ta tingle
tell me y im so fly like a lloyd banks single
i aint micheal jackson butchu know whos bad
my flows so tight but yours needs a maxy pad
yall bout to be extinct after i got history in the makin
ill squeeze tha pump like im tryna get gas from a gas station
if i rolled ya lines up wit cocaine ya shit still wouldnt be dope
everytime i come up wit a lyric thses cats just jump
my bars is so hard like they been sittin out for months
im on top of my game but i aint standin on a monoloy box
u *****s cant see me yur all washed up like a pair of dirty socks
*****s could get stepped on like a pair of compfy flip-flops
your flow is shitty like u was writin ya rhymes in the porta potty
n maybe yall should juss stick to smokin weed cuz yall lines is sloppy
im flossin like a dentist erryday...look but dont touch
man yall couldnt fade the kid if u gave me a f'n haircut
so as i rip off the head of each challenger n toss it over there
i take a moment to look and notice that ur blood is the only flow here....
get at me, im keystylin allday everyday.

to ghosty... obviously

i'm not a clown, never been to the big top/
and as Gordy said, you think you a big shot?//
how the fuck you gonna rhyme when you listen to techno/
i checked the myspace, turned that shit off in a sec though//
like most on the forum all you do is hate/
you can't back it up, nor say it to my face/
life is too short, aswell as unexplained/
just take a second to shut the fuck up and drop the haterade//

well i'm bored and hungry.. later

Guess dont nobody want keystyle beef wit tha swagger, yall must be all veggetarians...
yall would think i was doin atopsy's the way im always touching dead presidents faces, u can juss call me the lyrical real estate agent how i put *****s in they places, n aint nuthin changed im still slumped back n the whip smokin on different types of hazes
i make scratch n ya girl always callin me richy, yall posers couldnt make scratch if u was itchy, n i tend to murder cats in a booth like itchy n scratchy
ill pull out 3 k's outta nowhere like i was lil scrappy, n yall ryhmes r crappy
youd think i was snortin steroids how ur lines always come up weaker
my ryhmes knock u out like u juss experienced a stone cold sleeper
yall cant handle my punches, youd hafta shake my hand to do it
juggalo k00kie couldnt be hard on a mic if he made rock music
its no suprise that i got this battle wrapped up like a roll of pennys
yo rhymes could get re-worded n fried, but they still over easy like an egg outta dennies....get at tha kid

still no challengers??....disappointing...

its time for u too take a rest
for the best is gonna be reppin the set
we be drinkin the 40's and smokin the best
u aint got the money or the fame
because all you are is tame
im considered crazy/ insane
u carried the torch for awhile but this aint a parade
i may not rap the best but this aint a one man nwa

As soon as I finish one they make a battle rap 2
so ima tell it to you from a birds eye view
youll never escape the truth
and thats just a fact
so step outta the booth
Im here to take it back
all I needs a little weed
and Im droppin a bomb track

So better go get to writin'
your lryics then go recite 'em
tighten em up good
and come back when you think you should