How many times do i have to tell u, U SUCK
God damn man, couldn't be better w/ luck
Ur wacker then wack, please don't rap
Makes me so fukkin tired, maybe i'll take a nap
U rhyme 3 lines together come on man, its multiples of two u could do four
I'll excuse u though u a retard, cuz ur mom was a whore
She gave u disease, so i guess i can excuse u but she a sceaze
So I'll leave u w/ one question, can u stop rapping PLEASE

suck ,luck, rap,nap....
spitin like sound like the clap
all dried and crusted
you punk ass is bussted
you think you hard like metal
yuu just plane rusted

if your flow was any weeker it woudl be 7 days
last time time you flow though you was gay
the super pink rapper here you are
if spit any softer coton will look hard

Oh my god, Beats comes from sac town...
I guess that's his way of sayin he loves goin down.
Lovin nuts, like askin for seconds on a flight...
And yes he likes em warm, on those cold nights.
Completely illogical, is his method for makin rhymes...
Ain't no effort in em, it's why they suck every time.

happy ass 'veteran' like givin head's his mornin'~thrill/
he was born to die, but still he claims hes born~to~kill/
destroyin emcee's with my deadly double~one~rhymes/
scarin all around me wit my grotesque and troublesome~lines/
you can't attack me verbally wit these wack~lyrics/
shit i can eliminate you or ya fuckin crew's black~spirits*/

*no racial slur intended

All i see is freepostin, niggas need some coachin,
on how to flip an ill verse like me, i'm nasty, ya'll niggas is to classy,
to be in rap gee, exactly what i said, your bogus like bill n ted,
so stupid you go when the lights red, and stop when its green,
i'll stick niggas up for their cream, leave'em wit a lean,
try to digest sixteen, hollow tips under your tits,
gettin hit by the four fifth, sorry bitch, you no longer exist,
i'm just finishin off what you tried to do when you tried to slit your wrist,
i'm so sick, doctors diagnosed me lyrically insane,
this shit runs through my veins, this is how i let go of my pain!!!!!

eh hozzer ...its over ..
2 half a line rap...
dont when em over

like a dozzer
your buled
over your scull

maybe if i "CAPLOCKS" to ill look cool
thinken you could attack with simple line
the only crime

is you spit on this site

eh hozzer

I leave idiots like explicitot knocked, with well earned concusions...
don't mind my interuption, but Fuck You..here comes tha cussin...
I'm simply nothing but a disruption leavin this pussy ass crumblin..
But would he have somethin, if he could have assumptions?..
Ya deluxe ta me pal, I eat you right at tha table...
Scarf you up as if you were lettuce.. tomato, or mayo...
Try ta' pull a stunt...watch me slide in ta' Ottawa like you "cum" in ya mothers cunt...

Illogicalbeatz be a problem ta me...
I don't know how you have experience with rap with what you post on this screen...
Livin a hope...
Ya writtens a scribble ya spittins a choke...
I'll have Sactown back down than snap loud...
Why don't you stop being proud n' go take a nap now...
You have nothing with scripts...
Just wish that something ill comes for you Christmas...

Aimed @ G@y skull
 

Excuse me Miss J@yHull, while I Exchange Heat thru ya-Skull/
My verbal excitationz BURN revalationz right thru ya Cranial-Wall/

Your flows are stagnant stuck ~N~ Not going no where/
Like Rapper's vescosity ~N~ the shame in ya underwear/

Now return to ya Valley of Shadow, pre-write some mindless praddle/

Step back in the saddle, So Bounce can send ya packing again, ya better sca-dattle/

You check-statz, use-Strapz ~N~ Spit-Flat, Face it ya Can't-rap, bust-Phat or Heat-trackz/

Plain and simple ya-just-"WHACK!"/

you say your the king of rap but with no ability to flow
like my words are my gat your mind im gonna blow
these lyrics i spit the true meanings youll never know
youre gonna need your mom to desipher this shit
to bad your brain is as small as her a cup tits
thats right ive had my encounters with that small breasted bitch
her bologna nipples have nothing on her four inch clit
now that im finished with you ill do the same i did to that whore
pistol slap your ass and throw your bloody corpse out the door

All you do is talk shit, you got a turd hangin from your lip,
i'll flip the script on you bitch, empty the clip into your hip,
so you cant walk, put the barrel in your mouth so you cant talk,
your finished coroners outlinin you with chalk,
i'll pop your cork, like a champagne bottle, your head starts to bobble,
legs is startin to wobble, you cant stop me cuz i got this shit full throttle,
i'll neva topple, like the leanin tower of pisa,
my flows are so nice your callin me teacher!!!!!

Aimed @ kid donovan, What?
 

<Kid Donovan, What?>


Just slapped this bitch ~N~ flipped his Script Now his name reads 'Nav-o-nod-Dik'/

Cuz we know ya nibble-on-dick Like lick-ity-split all the while scared of the Clit/

So fuck you-Kid From RapBattles I De-Rid your sorry ass-Flow now ya Ass-gotz-to-go/

Talking bout my brain when it's clear ya just a lame, everyone know's my intellect put's yours ~2~ shame/

Don't make me wreck ya frame, ~N~ embarass ya name, cuz there's only ~1~ winner ~2~ Diss Game/

With simple ass lines and played out rhymes, someone call the Whack police cuz She needz ~2B~ Fined/

( I don't even want to waste my time on Deeni, kid just doesn't learn)

Do like your own name says, and just Bounce Doggy
I crept softly, merked you, and left the room foggy
Your words ungodly, steadily speaking on dumb shit
With grammar to match it, it'll leave you with a bumped lip
You know.....where the cum drips
I know your boyfriend loves it
But lets get back on track, these thoughts making me sick
Of Bounce Dogg on all fours, just begging for the dick

JohnnieBlaze a.k.a Infinite a.k.a The Real One

^you did it all wrong and horribly dont
contribute your fifth post to rapbattles
theres nothin more to see....
you smoked yourself forever stupid so like
normal you'll remain forever useless but at
least you tried to walk hand n hand with this
music but lose it I swing at pinyata punami for
freetime and you'll be searching your whole
fuckin long legged life for a hit flash a peace
sign...for bounce dog you know nothin about him
just dig a ditch for yourself your better without friends
motherfucker your existance is worthless so refrain
from administrin service your nothing but shit and for
the ground you step upon were servin and served it
and all you can mention is some stupid shit about
suckin dick like your words are all worth it...fuck you
for being a simpleminded individual

your just like your mom u came back for more
you should have learned from what happend to that dirty whore
4 inches into her head my bullet bore
and after the pounding i gave her she must have been sore
whats with double spacing?is someone over compinsating?
with what my lyrics did to your ego no wonder you be hating
you can rhyme there is no debating
but a one out of ten would be an overrating
only one can win yes thats true
but 2pac himself couldnt make a winner out of you
ill lay off you now so stop your cries
just one last thing tell your mom to close her thighs

Aimd @ kid donovans weak ass
 

<Get back to class kid, or set the stage!>

Check this sorry ass kid, with those ryhmes I should rename you Skid/

Elevate ya game before you Text ~N~ Complete Shame ~N~burn in a firey Flame/

This fool is referencing Pac, talking Hard but can't Walk the Walk/

Set up the stage, so I can unleash my rage, ravage ya name ~N~ rattle ya cage/

Face it, ya spit is shit, fecal matter that splatterz like ooze from ya Clit/

What the fuck ~R~ ya doing anyway, this here is Veterans day, not time for Newbies to play/

u can "charge" card ur new fit, come like a "rhino" but i know that ur empty head "ecko"s when u spit/
velcro ur head and tape ur behind before u sit, but listen bitch, ur one who nobody will want to get wit/
ur ears slippery wet? sick of sadistic vets like tha cat and tha dog of tha first lady, hillary yet?/
material bet in tha millitary like gays in navy suits to sooth ur one-two, buckle my shiny shoe, n it's not a hillarious jest/
but that's enuff wit metaphors that no simple man can understand/
u don't seem to get it? it's not that hard, ur not lookin at a hologram/
ur screamin for help, and for some reason, nobody hears it/
oh, i forgot to mention i already killed ya, ur only here in spirit/

Content, you speak freely, sound sure of yourself
It's nonsense, you're too easy, and "I" need help?
Sorry sweet pea, try harder, shit talking doesnt do it
You've gotta be stupid, still speaking "bitch" fluent
You get ruined and buried, under piles of lyrics
I spit crazy from my lips, releasing my spirit
Now I'm done, it's your turn to write a few lines
I still hope you're content, I'm like Pac at his prime

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

you the one who's only here in spirit...
i'm gonna drop you like deer shit...
so you get to the nearest rap lesson and hear it...
listen to me you could learn somethin ya queer bitch...
i'll teach ya so much your brains split...
into little pieces, i'll fold it into creases, and have you beggin me wit words like thank you's and pleases, i can tell ya a begineer cause ya raps as virgin as my 2 six year old nieces...
but this ain't a family affair, i've killed you, you died like blonde hair, it's time for you too fold like a lawn chair, cus we can all tell that you got the gay flair

Every time I scroll down the RapBattles diss page
I see the same stupid shit, all these children get played
Get some balls, bow up, and step to a veteran
Who will show up, blow up, because I know that I'm better than
You bunk writers, not rappers who get sent to the back
To read rhymes, and read lines, and discuss why they're whack

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

Aimed @ angeliicallr faggot ass! What?
 

(you asked for it angellicallR, So set the stage or run in shame)

Keep riding those Flase wings close to a solar C.M.E. flame/
An ancient parallel embedded and shrouded in Wax fame/

Like an Angel falling outa the sky W/A Blasphamous Tear in his eye/
Jelous of I and I, unworthy of glorious skies, decitful in nature ~N~ Endless like Pi/

Casted down on all Fours like a hedonous whore eager for the Soddomites ~2~ Explore/

I'm sick w/diss, schooling Whackz Children like the father of Icaris/

Enlightenment is not your equivalent, it's more like ya Fearing-dis/

Cuz like a Canine-Bite from Ancinet-Plight Warring Jakels serving ya last rite/
Shreading you on sight, devour and Scauer leaving no remnants of ya last night/

Your nuthing but cranial Fluff, leaking that pre-write stuff, not ~2~ mention puttin it from the rough/

So fuck an AngelicallR, I'm leaving ya neurological scarz, ~N~ hacking your sloppy barz/

Damn Abak, hold up, you're about to get blasted
Your lyrics are more fucked then even your ass is
You just crashed kid, you're simple, don't understand what rap is
Must be sick, here's some Vagisil to put on your crabbed lips
I don't pack clips, I clip packs, leave whole crews on their bitch backs
So you need to get some recruits to try and step to me real fast
So here, take the mic, and try to speak loudly
"My name is Abak, I'm queer and I say it proudly!"

...nicely done

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

if u were the real one, how come u still spit through tha CPU/
look, u see these new shoes? it's a simple n easy clue/
to tha fact that when u look back ur purse was stolen/
i'll leave everything u own blazed, u, ur ashes and tha hearse u roll in/
nervous? u should be cause ur verse is that of rookie/
u need to redial ur bookie, switch it up so u can battle a Wookie/
then maybe u'll have a chance to win an actual battle/
since them hairy things do nothin but shriek n babble/

Angel stop spittin, keep the saliva in your mouth
You get fucked till I cum, with no thought to pull out
Second bout, ring the bell, keep your hands on the ropes
It's the only way you survive, but you're bound to get choked
I blow smoke while I battle, the fire I create torches you
So you walk away with your head down as I still torture you

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

I'd do more lines, but I don't really need them...

It's like I Got Servalence Equipment-U Got No Tactical Skillz||
I Factorly Kills, Im Dasterdly Real, Punchlines Hit Lika-Baga-Thrillz||
Its Like I Gotcho on Wheels How You Make Me Look Better||
I Was Taught, Get Cheese-U Moma Told U Velveeta Cheddar||
I Empty Heat Up In Yo Leather, Like Bikers On The Beach||
Who Called Some Black Dudes, Nigga, And They Was Like 20Deep|
...............lol................................ ......1st Cyph......................

Bitch u need ta be smacked upside yo head wit that lame spy equipment/
peepin on these little kids trying ta check out their equipment./
bag of thrillz nah...more like a sack of sperm fillz /
only skill is fuckin drunk streetkids wit the use of date rape pills/
just anutha gay biker dressed in leather n pink feathers/
every mc on the site can see through ya cum filled stutter/
not a muthafucker, this boy be a fatherfucker, /
tryied to get the last spot wit Regis on Who Wants ta be a Cocksucker/
so good nite to Mr. Queer dreamin of being a female marre/
trottin through a stable getting stiff horse dick up in his reer./

biatch!

that was ur first post so maybe i'll take it easy
on second thought,i think i'll infect u like e-z(eazy-e)
my flows the equivalent of the well known aids virus
beatin down ur white blood cells,as if they were billy ray cirus
ur a circus clown buddy,you make little kids laugh
they're laughin at you, not with you,just remeber that

pillboy take n e name u want
dascarecrow, d nasty n e more?? guess not
u cud call urself eminem or pac and still cudnt beat me
u type on hard on da net but i bet u scared to meet me
if u seen me, i know u'd run
bigger dan u, tougher dan u
wtf, bring all u got and i'll smack u down muthafuk
lol i aint gonna go all out or ever near my best
for fresh as i am, still whoop u ass wen not trying or been put to da test
bulletproof vest, no protection for u
as a killer, i have an obession for u
thug living not givin in, pumpin and spraying
ahha and i aint playing

lol jokes, no beef

you kno what i see? is pac laughin' that verse thank god you got it out of your head' like bad aspirin
your shits a waste to contend with, but i can pretend bitch
and if you really are a fresh emcee well heres a clean death wish
as i distribute spitz, understand i might be new to this site
still i'm through with this dyke, who can't kick raps' and wears a shoe on the mic

wack name dawg, i read ya 'no abuse' & ignored it so fuck you,
ya saved ya worst post for first, did you write it in pre-school?/
go back to where ya came from cos you're not welcome like a bull in a china shop,
occupation 'pussy eater', the only pussy you eatin is a dead one wiv vagina rot/
let me give you some advise on what to do next; give up & quit,
how you gonna elevate when ya in the 'underworld' spittin shit/

dom n8 is a joke who owns lots of lubrication
u should retire rhymin & continue ur legendary career in masterbation
we have 2 thank u savin a lost creation
cuz u jack off so much that u have no sperm to make ur new generation
to end this i say thank u & fuk u tha same
no matter how u diss u'll always remeber my name

Dom-N8 is tryin to give it to NOABUSE...
but i'll give it to you and ya family, ask ya mommy her pussies loose...i got her chasing me in circles like duck duck goose...
so ask her to get up off me...i'm tired a fuckin her softly,
next time for her it'll be costly...cus i'll put it on her hard and raw, bounce her up and down like a see saw, while ya fuckin dads there beatin off...
just kiddin man, i wouldn't fuck ya mom...i'd fuck your sister at my next prom

Abak is back, but he comes with no reply for me
Rhymes corny, but still he tries to ignore me
You bore me, so please spit something at me
Tell me you rhyme tight, or maybe you pack heat
Fuck that, you packing lunch meat, put it right next to your thermos
Like a little kid giving silent treatment, cuz he knows he can't hurt this
Regardless, attempt it, even though you'll get shot down
I'll battle with no mic and remain to be profound

~Infinite aka The Real One~

Atrocity is what you cling to G, like static minus the Bling/

We're tired of all you Rookies ~N~ Wanna-Be's, to quote Luara Ingram,"Just Shut up ~N~ Sing'/

It's more like Johnnie-Come-Lately, cuz ya couldn't debate me so ya chose ~2~ just Hate me/

We just want ya to elevate, like when ya read our drops ya salavate ~N~ search for a style~2~Emulate/

Your lryics have yet to penitrate, making that classic mistake first ya crumble then flake/

Dig deep and release your verbage with heat, ~N~ find the Respect that you seek/

You NEED to Bounce Like Bad Checks You Cant Afford Embarrasment||
I'm Infectin' ya Lungs Like My SKill In Toxic Serin-Lint||
Like THC Hittin This Fire Will Leave Ya Inubriated||
You View The Hated, The Bad Guy and No Heros Made It||
You Couldn't State A Good Post travlin The Country Hittin Lights||
I Start Fights Like Mike, Gettin Off By Bitin' Dykes||

Let me teach you how to rhyme, just don't get disturbed//
We'll start at the ABC's and move on to whole words//
Before we go to brand new subjects Y doesn't rhyme with B//
We just started the lesson, so don't try to get up and leave//
If you listen you might learn something profound//
No No No we're not done here so SIT DOWN//
I think I already told you, you should just try not to be wack//
Try writing with pencil and paper, otherwise don't come back//

lady wun, ur not numba uno, ur numba 3000 n 1!/
ur a poet wit a gun? oh boy, i think i better run!/
but forget all that, ur rhyme was basic, like arithmitic/
ballistic a flow to show u jus wat tha type of shit this is/
jus don't stand up, period, and don't think ur hilarious/
ur finished darin bitch? ain't got a care in tha world, cause ur, invisible, already dimished/

I got so many thoughts runnin through my head,
that i fill up the paper wit led from the pencil, spittin from in between the dental,
i could lace it on any instumental, you tryin to diss me your not usin your mental,
you couldn't draw up an ill verse even if you was usin a stensil,
me eatin you wont be accidental, you'll be hit wit torrential,
downpours of rhymes comin from my demented mind,
quick to leave you behind for dead, dont give a fuck about ya,
i know your parents could go on without ya,
i doubt ya'll eva be as good as i am, jus stick to bein real lifes stan!!!!

yo mic check...

deeni, if u was tryin to be a meany, u failed/
end of discussion, bustin u will put me in jail/
for knockin out a lil 4 year old so instead/
imma take two of ur age n put it straight to ur head/
i'll put up tha 3 most middle fingers in a rhyme/
then, when u look stupid, i'll tell u to read between tha lines/

Fuck the mic check cuz aint no mic needed,
stay flippin the versus when i'm weeded, help, you need it,
your last verse delete it, cuz that shit was weak kid,
you must've flipped your lid to think that you could go against the one and only,
your rap style is phony, my shit is authentic, you do this for attention,
i do it for laughs, a little amusement when i'm dissin your ass,
hold your place and if you dont know thats last,
your about to crash, like the stock market durin the depression,
who taught you how to rap?, don't get offended its jus a question!!!1