Rap Battles 2

[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:

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:

Peruvian Devil Reviewed by Peruvian Devil on 07-12-2007. 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: 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 Rating: 5

[Juggalo k00kie]

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

[thecreator]

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

[jokeyjokejoke]

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.

[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)

[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:

[jokeyjokejoke]

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

[cannabis campbell]

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

[Juggalo k00kie]

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//

[Acouwaila]

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)