whoooaaaaa damnn johnnie...ur getting good...that blew me away...really...good job...anways...back to the whole cypher

wow...johnnie...iam impressed...its amazing how u can still think with all that inbreeding and incest..ask ur mom to show u ur family tree...notice how there is only one branch...thats not the way its suppose to be!
damn johnnie....does ur family tree even fork....what about ur texan daddy...does he even work.....johnnie...does your trailor have 2 wheels or 4?....cant have anymore then 4...u couldnt afford anymore....
johnny....are u a test tube baby???.....daddy's little squirt..,i beter stop now...we all know the truth hurts...

shit "mr beaver" god "dam"...... u be dissin jonnie like he cant rap well i got news for ya man//
neither can u, and i got some advice...........//
why dont u join jonnie and his parents and trailor paradice//
talkin bout damn family trees, shit dogg u make me laugh//
u should become a comedian cuz when people read ya rhymes, shit... they laugh//
there horrible, and u aint got no structure 2....u make every sentece look like this...dont u....
"i beter stop now...we all know the truth hurts..." <-- i guess ill do the same, cant belive ur still 0-0, in anybattle u would get merked//

omfg...that's the worst shit i've ever read
if the otha guys from a traila park where the fuck were u bread
yo, i had ta stop halfway before damaging my eyes
quick someone get a mod in here ta block this guys replies
rhyming laugh with laugh...damn how'd ya come up wit that
n dissin the guys records when u got the same fuckin stat
u two ever have battle....i bet both of ya get merked
i could merk a 100 of u bitches without sweatin up my shirt

Ward was hard on you beaver/ cause a pussy gets fucked/
cluckin raps out your ass/ watch this groupie get stuck/
fuckin round in my presence/ aint' an option to take/
the next time you address me bitch it better be game/ you on tha take/ I can tell cause a pussy gets wet/ now grease your ass and grab your ankles an get ready for this/
you fuckin herb/ learn to battle for your spit at a vet/
or else you'll find yourself the center of unequivocal vents/
you writin rhymes like they fairytales/ cause nothin relates/
beaver stays writin stories cause his life is what's fake....

Beav and Envy...come over here and listen close
I'm gonna help you out, but only in a small dose
First off, make sense, dont just blurt some dumb shit out
And when you start to rap, take the dick out of your mouth
Then start to focus on your subject, cuz you gotta make sense
I know, I know, it's hard... but please, just give it a chance
Then quickly throw some punches, not shit to make me giggle
And don't throw it around me, this aint monkey in the middle
See how my lines trickle, they just flow like hot liquid
So keep coming at me and you're gonna get done quick kid

...Just a little lesson...

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka The Real One aka Infinite~

"What doesn't hold you back only makes you stronger"

this guy thinks he's good cus he writes nice and ever prose
reminds me of a gay poetic, he where's a bra n panty hose

Askin kids take take the dick out, so he can hit that shit himself
bitch better check ya shit before that dick damages ya mouth

end up fightin battles wit no rhymes, just mimes
but unfortunately sign-launguage don't work in front lines

what's that he said...he wants kids that make him giggle
n throw their arms around him, to serve hot liquid up his his middle

yo envy skillz....are you drinkin?
quote (why dont u join jonnie and his parents and trailor paradice).....i think all the beer has really started to fuck with the way your thinkin
dont u think befor u speak?
u cant even spell johnnie right...and ur callin me weak?
hahahahaha....
okay iam back.....envy...iam not even going to try to waist my time on you and that shit u wrote u call skill....
maybe u should stop for awhile....and give it a break....for shit sake....how much stupid shit do u think the other members can take?....and as for u Mc bass a.k.a Mc takes it up the ass
get on ur little pogo stick and hop away...and comeback and post me another message when u actually have something intelligant to say!...and just to think i thought envy was bad...but u...your the worst member rapbattles.com ever had....shit....ur an embaresment...u make us all look bad...talken about grease and grabbin ankles....take ur ass to another website...and post there...maybe you wont make an idiot out of urself infront of everyone...like u did here!!
and johnnie...man...thanks for the rap lessons...ur a great teacher...ive learned alot...suprisingly since ryming is your weak spot!....u cant put decent shit togather either...talken bout stupid shit like beav envy..listen close..imma help u...help us what...learn to rap like you...that way...we can be considered lamers by the rest of the members and write stupid shit like you do...????

sir, mr, beaver why u need two titles in your name,
its bout time sum one put this herb into his grave,

rappin uniqely, but the structures worst that ever bin seen,
tryin weakly, you couldnt elevate with jacks magic beans,

i cant satnd to think, why the site would let you in,
u just been smashed, like 50 inow rap with a grin,


aiight

peace

man...double o seven...shut up...with ur 8-7 score...ur winning less then 50% of ur battles....where the fuck u been?...I WONDER WHY THIS SITE LET UR LAME IS IN...so u can battle...and loose again...shit...u loose more then u win....
ill tell ya what...take ur jack magic beans and shove them up ur ass....quote (sir, mr, beaver why u need to titles in your name its about time someone put this herb into his grave)...need i say more?........on a scale one to ten...i give u a negitave four....and as far as me beeing smashed...lmao...007 u have gone way to far...the crappy shit like whatever that was u wrote....wont smash shit....now sit down along with my other bitches...befor u get hit.....

lol, at least i got a record, how im losing 50% of my battles,
stupid fuck, learn sum maths, you stink like a heard of cattle,

crappy. shut up, ur really hurtin me please stop fore i get hurt,
never have ill delivery, even if ya was a postman drivin a herse,

lets take it to front lines, were i'll make you look like a bitch,
i hate ur irritating name and style , lets battle for pinkslips,

lmao.. wow.. wack dont describe it but kid..
didn't you vote against me
In the league that you wasnt even in!?..
god may love you.. or thats what you say..
cuz even tho thats written
he reads ya shit and his head turns the other way..
if they record doesn't impress anyone.. what does..
he talks hard in newbie disscussions..
but wishes he could get himself outta this one..
dissed enough? im tired.. so might as well hope fa more..
n' if you dont live..
then whats the purpose in posin for?

Next : suspender straps

THis Guys a Fucken 10 year old to say his shyt pre-writen/
Flea-Bitchin To try and gain Respect But its SuSpicious//
You Lack-Rap-bitch, This "Game" is like ur Dick U Just Whack-at-it/
This Bitch Is Gay To Perpatray a Crack-addick//
Strap-Drastict liek a Dyke Equipped with 8-Feet(8 foot dildo)/
Late-Ta-Greet People Eventhough u Love-da-Meat(meet)//

Just a quick key

this dude must not know how ta read,he puts 4 lines instead of 6
maybe he's just retarted,incredible mental boy str8 from da stix
boondok inbred jethro type of guy,momma says its all the devil
water boy's his idol,but he'll never reach that level
pretty sad when the water boy's got a better i.q. then urself
u should give up rappin and check urself into mental health

your rhyme structures like lego n i'll smash it that no one can fix/
my verses like ya avy, murder ya n left dead wit kids pokin at ya wit sticks/
ya got more alias's then runnin convict wit police on his~ass/
got u fearin me n runnin, like i just poured u a cup of ex~lax/
you'll be left gaspin for air like i wrapped around ur neck 40 elastics/
smash ya skull to mask~it, even when ya dead, i'll torch ya casket/

yo seriously you shouldn't be rhymen
your mic needs to be taken away and you put in retirement,
you shouldn't have any emcee privledges let alone tryin to diss? your rhymes slow and boreing, i'm flawless and always soreing , your nuttin can't even put up a decent test, i'm new on this site and already tore you up your best, proves to me that your nuttin, but another wanna be frontin, i'll silence you like the reaper come back for your remains later i don't play around i just eliminate and eat bitches rhymes like a 32oz t bone steak

this guy's talkin bout structure when his own is plain trashy
you couldnt murder me if i was crippled,tied up,in the backseat
just like ur name is how i'll have u forever
dead cold and silent body floatin down the river
0-3?that shit makes me wanna giggle
and u still talkin trash like u was the shit dude?
u think u'd get a clue,but it seems u must ride the short bus
silly rabbit,tricks are for kids,the rap games for real thugs
the 204?more like 90210
beverly hillbilly everybody say hello to jethro

sorry that was for silentz this ones for vicious 1

vicious?more like a fly stuck in a jar
ur rappin is lame today,try ur luck again 2-morra
it aint ur day to shine,it's mine,i claim da thrown
ur rhymes will never impress me,not even if i was blown
they kinda make me wanna cry,for fucks sake their just that bad
why do people who cant flow try it,do they think its just some fad.

yooo pill boy...why u write shit like that and risk it?
what are u...half canary...half man...i dont know wether to tell ya to shut up....or give ur ass a biscuit!
a tisket...a tasket....after this post....we will have to carry ur whinning bitch ass out in a casket...
ur the one that must think this is a fad...shit i can tell ur new to this shit....cuz ur rymings bad......but hey...really pill boy...its okay....nobody really gives a fuck about what u say anyway....
remember.....this isnt ur day to shine...its mine....dissin people cuz they wrote 4 lines instead of six...bitch...go away...this site donT allow TRicks...
i tell ya what pill boy....go outside...put a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger....cuz i dont like punks....post me a message back bitch...and ill put ur ass in the trunk!

you couldnt blow me away if you was a thick bitch suckin my dick in the wind/
you ryme like an anerexic, nigga your shits that thin/
your not on my level cause im just off the meters/
yes sir mr beaver you'll get done with meat cleavers /
you aint ill if you had skill youd still be laughed at/
the only thing you pass is blunts cause in class i bet you 've been held back/
your grades is below average,so its ok to say that you failed rap/
you just got clapped at, dont react instead just fall back/

beaver got alot to say/ but structure ain't his game/
be talkin static in between each round he's gettin trained/
he takes it like a veteran/ but neva takes a break/
he swallows all he's given/ mommy said to clean his plate/
his wackness got no boundries/ though he claim that he tha shit/
but see him face to face/ an all he asks is WHERE'S THA DICK....

mr bass:

u say i talk static..its called english
u know..AMERICAN TALK/
the same country where bitches like u get outlined with chalk!/
u say wackness/i say stop posting and practice/
dont waist my time/i hate replying to lamers that cant ryme/
get a life/beter yet take the one u got with a knife/..........(please)
ignorant fuck/takes u hours to reply cuz u suck/
hurry up already set up a battle/imma verbally rape u and ride u bare back..fuck the saddle/
stop dissin me with lame shit/its a rap site so make it ryme a bit/
u'll never make it in rap u have no hope/ find a tree and hang ur no rymin white ass with some black rope/
ur brain cant think/it must be broke/ya got no talent bitch ur just a joke/
writting rymes like beaver and cleaver like ya always do/
try ryming my name with something else...or do ya need someone to help u with that too??/
there's no point/ud fuck up thier rymes /ya cant do nothing right/ur always messin up/if u gotta drug test ud piss on ur hand b4 u pissed in the cup/
please take some advice/quit...iam seriose/ya think u can rap but the smell from ur stinky ass gots u deleriose/
what the hell was ur mom thinking when she had u..iam curiose/
ur to stupid to change...ull always be the same/u should crawl back into ur momma's rotten pussy from wich u came/
no crew will ever let u in/ud be an ambarresment to thier name/
its hard to reply to ur post..u suck...even iam ashamed/

p.s have a nice fuckin day mr mc bass aka mc that likes it in the ass

i see this man W talking about this site bad, but the rookie goes to it/
when he flows im like 'constipated' men, i just dont 'give' a 'shit'/
this bitch cant rhyme, it was clear in his rap, but i got confidence and reverence/ he thinks his flow's 'recipe' shows skill, but doesnt have a 'dash' of 'evidence'/ he remembers this, but even retarted kids laugh at him/ its common sense...even 'broken boomerangs' 'come back' at him/
i make your head spin like those toy tops doing fifty/ (mph)
like bad elevators, his flow dont surprise or lift me/

WARLORD:
hommie ur right...i do ryme like a anerixic...and the shit i spit is that thin!/ but if it wasnt for anerixic mc's like me to pick on and battle...U WOULD NEVER WIN!/I though bass was the only idiot on this site..untill u logged in/this is cypher iam suppose to diss u/
id say ur a flamming faggot but beeing the winning bitch u are..id have to give u a tissue!/so i wont call u names...ill pretend u didnt write what u did to me..and tell my self it didnt happen/
u should hook up with mc bass and practic rappin/befor the beaver takes his tail and gives u a good slappin/
ur no warlord/ur a dull sword/a real warlord could keep my attention... ur shit just gets me bored/
1 to the 2 fuck bass...and fuck u too/what u gonna do/tuck ur dick between ur legs a scaaaddooo?/fuck with the beaver u get chewed!/but not swallowed..ur to shitty to eat/id rather naw off ur feet/...and rip off ur leg and hit u with it..and let everyone watch while u get beat/how can the beaver be anerixic?/when iam eatin ur damn feet/

p.s comeback and see me warlord...that was fun!

You battlin him is like a bad dream,
Dosent anybody know what 6 lines mean?
whats your name mean...sir_Mister_Beaver?
You couldnt come hot even if you had a feavor/
you aint gettin none and everyone knows it,
Do everyone a favor and just dont spit///

sir_mr_beaver doesnt mean anything...its what iam a brown furry animal/...nerds dont get out much so u not knowing what a beaver is understanable/
me battling who was a like a bad dream?/why?...did that ryme about warlord tucking his dick between his legs get u so horny u blacked out....woke up...in a cold sweat and scream?/
yo..u are right..iam not getting none/thats why iam on the computer at 2:45 am talken shit and havin fun/
imma kick u in the head bitch ur shit is wack/...u ryme good...its the brain power u lack!/imma go ur no fun/stick a fork up ur ass bitch..your done/

Man Check Out Those Lyrics Your Bar Structure Is Crap...
Like Ja Rule The Way You Flop When You Try To Clap Back
Names Whack.. Kids Proably Never Seen A Beaver In His Life
In Nebraska He Still Wouldn't See Beaver Even If He Had A Wife
Gave Away The Fork So You Better Go And Keep The Knife..
Because Battling Me Its The Only Way YOu Protect Yo Life..

speek e-z?more like u shouldn't speak at all
your rhymes make me wanna bang my head into a brick wall
fuckin kindergarten shit,reminds me of finger painting
i was rhymin what u rhyme about in 3rd grade,ain't that amazing?
u fuckin xzibit washup,why u givin him a bad persona
he's better than u'll ever be,u should idolize jeffrey domer
he fits ur image just well,he's gay,canabalistic,and dead
got a broomstick up his ass,now he's in a 6 foot bed
he was just like you,hell,ur practicly the same person
if i was a director u'd get the part in his movie,keep rehearsin

pillboy d-nasty scarecrow, what the fuck is your name
how bout we call u faggot itll still mean the same
in third grade bitch you wasnt saying no rhymes
your flow earns you no credit, you need me ill cosign
you need 10 lines to say what you should say in six
bang your head in this brick wall a.k.a. my black dick

This cat is weak, rap simplistic, a beatin infant
seems your intent is to heal, battles must be relentless
You clown on names, and clown on game
But what the fuck is you, this faggot needs to be taimed
your lame, un-exusable an un-exceptable rapper
your words of harm, only cause laughter
this aint no joke, lets check the befor and after
your hopes WERE high, now low as u got captured

OUT

-High Class a.k.a Confusion

.....i'm gonna beat this pest without the first line rhyming the rest
Put the mic down son, get back in bed wit ya mum
If we met in the street i'd piss on ya like a bum
Retarded lines like u'rs will get u pinned to the mat
U say ur dicks a wall...cus ya whole area is flat
Teen hoe's pull down ya pants and scream 'where the fucks it at'
Xamine by doctors n u listed as a 1-6 billion stat
5 slugs to ya head, and u still wont get in the body bag
9 lines will do it through as i spell out ya fag ass tag

name's like the counter for the cocks you suck & you're on 'Dik81',
I.D. says flyweight but you really heavy through drinkin cum/
dyslexic fucker 'diss the person above you' not '2 above you',
if ya can't read ask a grown up to come & help you fool/
this thread's the only way you could ever me above me,
you were too easy to pick on like a nose wiv big bogeys/

Speak easy Dom-n8, your gonna short out your circuit
You gotta know what short is, look down when you jerk it
You need to join a circus, thinking that you can hurt this
I've got a little extra, some real talent you can purchase
But I dont think you have the payroll, your money is tight
I guess thats why you have to sell your pussy at night
I don't fight, I simply spit out words
Spit in your face, cause you aint got courage
I think I've done enough, I'll just wait for your reply
That way I'm not responsible when you commit suicide

~JohnnieBlaze007-aka-The Real One-aka-Infinite~

i blaze hotter than sun rays this guys new lets hope that this bum stays
so we gott some body new to slew an have RB some fun days//
bitch u aka diss an aka dat u wont be shit wen i coc this ak back
look at ya entire spit what u spray an rap way say stay wack//
u sed it ya self boy u dont fight i spit evil things that u wudnt rite
cuz im high as a kite wate im spittin is spite ive stayed hot since sean paul gimmie da light//

I'll whip ass like cake mix, duke you don't want it with Son Bio//
I'll put knicks on your face, and I'm not talking about NBA logos//
Talk like I'm a wack emcee, nigga you ain't no better//
Like I'm a respect someone who took the name of an R&B singer//
A wack one at that, all you did was just flip the letters//
Kind of like your verse, kid your far from a rapper//
So no doubt I'm going rip you if you claim your a emcee//
Yeah, I ripped the man above, but lyrically your below me.

sorrry if my typin stuttterss i cann barely contain my laughter
with a name like that i guess it's the sympathy vote u'r after
talkin bout the others guys name u must...damn u must be from ohio
i mean u'r the one who named himself akira son bio
yo kid... maybe u should go back to growin potato's
this site ain't frindly to those wit unequal cell ratios

Yo *DEK*, you're bout to be *SNAPPED* in *TWO*//
Your lyrics wouldn't be *BANGIN* if you was fuckin *BLACK&BLUE*//
And if you aint rhymin SOLO, I'll have to ATTACK YOUR CREW//
Then slap your ass with more crap then brats that sip on Slim Fast// [slim fast causes diarreah]

Pessimistic bitch is wishin he never involved himself//
His intentions of dissin these kids is different, now that he's mauled and killed//
Hes definitely sittin now, and listenin to my spittin well//
And jottin down my lines, so later, he can drop them, bitten fo real//


DAMN, I'm tired. And I am havin an off day, I suck tonight...

i dont know if u got MOVIE-RAPS but that aint a REEL-VERSE/
i know witches da carry guns just to burn wit a steel curse/
u can have coke lines but im what da streets will feel first/
ur contracts bitchmade compared to what my deals worth/
and i only see da head dr cuz ive been known to heal nurse/
im a slave to this street game so u know bout my field work/
i go ta war to conquer lands and take a mans worth/
u battle to steal dirt/
you's a glass nigga that'll get shattered and feel hurt/
so keep thinking u bustin guns cuz im da real merk......

NEXT

M-80 you scream "Next" like you did something magnificant
But the only bomb you drop is the one when you take a shit
Or when you speak, theres a scent of dookie on your breath
Here's a lyrical toothbrush, but you need to supply your own Crest
So please do not come test, you get burnt like the rest
I'll just let you torch yourself, and take the burden off my chest
I'm the best but I'm not gonna brag or burst your own bubble
I'm gonna let my lines flow softly, creep up, and do it subtle

You came to the game, thinking you were at work//
Its a shame, tryin as hard as you were, only rhymin wit one word//
but worst of all, im gunna say it straight no lies//
I hate to tell you this cuz im sorry cuz there aint gunna be a *NEXT* time//
You ve had ten tries(posts) but i only see ur weak signs//
Im known to have good eye vision but i only noticed urs cuz of the 10 lines//
....blah blah blah

Please Evil, settle down, you're having misconceptions
You're trying to go somewhere...headed the wrong direction
So I'm gonna hit you with a blessing, but do not take advantage
If you look again I spit 8 lines, and I didn't even plan it
If you have a seed you need to plant it, grow some skills
Cuz the lame ass shit you speaking aint gonna pay the bills
I'll take you for a run aound the mill, like a puppy on a leash
I just did it again in 8 lines, you're done....Rest in Peace

Come again...harder next time