Atilla your sad for complimenting yourself,
but the shit you spit was ill and could get you great wealth,
your new to rb but you probably have another acount,
victorious and dominate wins to infinite amount,
main reason im here is to gain more posts,
but the way you were spitting causes for a toast *ting*

Ayo Jay-ron' always gonna be respected by 'tilla/
He aint a hater, hes a real emcee for rilla/
Payin respect when its due and sayin shit sux when it does/
we should collab on rb, drop some flames and make a "BUZZ"/
We "LIGHT-YEAR"s ahead of yall and it aint a "TOY STORY"/
When we on the mic its pure skillz like Steph Marbury/
Ayo "SUN", we gonna get the "PENNY"s the "HARDAWAY"/
So we can get to "MARION" (marryin) authentic dymes everyday/

ILL Wordplay im outtie

Atilla your sounding like an OG rhyme spilla/
mutating into a killa Attila the ryhme-zilla/
morphing into a psychotic cap peela/
not a fake ass wanabe like vanilla/
the b.o.u.n.c.e. and atilla "R4" real-la/
the battle tatical Guerillas decimating your pilliars/
ingage and verbally kill-ya with a sound so familiar/
don't fuck with mister Atilla, the OG ryhme spilla/

Bounce - muthafucka you pronounced like you were chris tucker
this dogs the coolet cat I've seen on RB, what luck huh?
Let me clear up my lines, I'm talkin into a paper cup
Ya know doggys the real dog, yall asses are little pups

atilla the thrilla//
otherwise known as the the sick ryhme spitter//
comin at ya whit stylez ta make ya mum become a killa//

he ryhmes, he spits, n he rants and raves//
his lyrical skill is what u haters crave//

Chutney just let me verbalize bluntly/
Your spitting ryhmes sprinked with funk-G/
while the rest of us sound all punk-ly/
Devistaing my mind when you bust-G/
You should be charging us a $$philos-e-fee$$/
Mad props coming from the bounce-digity/

I smell an skunk/
as i patroll these threads i stumble apun more chumps/
i know those arent my lyrics you think your biteing/
because my whole crew is like a nest of termites that like fighting/

Well since you didn't grasp the concept/
I'll just forgive and forget-n-boost up your rep/
Your the illest lyricist busting out on the net/
You shit is oh so complex leaving me with regrets/
You must win mucho bets, mowing fools down like vietnam vets/
so next time pay special attention and apply in your text's/

oh damn, it's the one and only, "bounce-digity"/
wherever he goes, he has everybody sayin, "he better then me"/
if i ever met this guy in real life... i would get his autograph/
but i'll watch my mouth when i ask cuz i know he's strapped/
so before i go, i just wanna leave u with these words/
ur skill is high above me, shit... ur flyin with the birds/

B.A.D. R.A.P. my arse, or strap it if you like...(joke)
your lyrics are ill, you kill every emcee in site...
steppin in front of B.A.D.R.A.P is like going in front of a moving train...
get in the way of his flows and you'll be sure to feel the pain...
no matter what his record says, your fuckin with a heavy weight on the mic...
he'll but fuck you so hard, you'll be screamin like a dike...
so fuck any rapper that tries to diss bout' my homey...
cos even if you do that just proves that your phoney...

damn fiori, don't wanna feel your furry//
cuz I know your quick to kill a berry, and ur ryhmes r so scary//
popping all these rappers like cherries//
scatering bones like a aztec cematary//
I'm bowing donw cuz your the shit, and I'm just a fairy...

wow man is amazin' the way you astound kids//
when i was a kid I was like "when I grow up I wanna be like Bounce is"//
cuz I'm a grimy ass nigga and my mouth is never clean//
this nigga bouncedog'z the greatest rapper I ever seen//

thanks for the props but I'm just a new kid on your block//
everyone running jocking for the phrophet in flocks//
dealing mad verses and sick rhymes like a new jack deals rocks//
dawg you shit is the tops and bounce is giving you all the props//
thanks you for putting me in my place, compared to you we are all a discrase//

Come on bounce, no need to be modest/
When you step to the mic we all know your the hottest/
Spittin rhymes so hard the crowd feels it in the chest/
While they tell their friends "yo this dude is the best"/
You're on top of this game, like climing mount everest/
Using wack emcees as you personal footrest./

Peace

man i didnt know people could get so workd
your shit hit hard its like "TITANIC HAS HIT AN ICEBERG"//
but truly man you out rap any body in this joint
you so sick its like you have sars in ya joints//
but you that shit like a mad rappa on speed
he gets so hyped up, spits so fast n clean//
so get give me a call ill give u a deal
so on ya record you can have a "MAD RAPPA" SKEEEELLLZZZ//

Shit, was that spirit or the HOLY spirit?
The shit he spit transmitted a dope permit
Now I'm trippin after he split my mind like The Ring clip
With those skillz he'll wear money like equipped chedda dip

Redlok's...ya spiting like ya mouth is a glock//
Taking aim and bleeding everyone on the block//
Your the top, creamier than any... emcee crop//
Travel back'n time 2 rock'a spot//
Kicking like van dam in time cop//
Bounce is but a flop, while your shit seemlessly drops//
I have to give it up and credit your props//

your shit elevates so much it could be filled with yeast
like otha cats try to spit it like you but it takes weaks//
are you eating some spinage popeye?
cuz got the "greeen tongue" its TIGHT!~~//(greentongue=greenthumb)
rapping on cloud nine u cloud fake cats mind
with real shit, goals and admirations that loop//
these fake cats could never morph-in2
oh shit rappaz delight had nothing on you//
cuz dawg you got 2 steps ahead of all da crews

Elevating my mind nothing but conciet it's plain to see my defeat//
By the hands of the paranormal, spirit the true rapping mogul//
Decimating my vocals, innialating the locals, N still picking moco's//
Damn if I had spit like-yours, me, nah thats just ab-surd//
No way I could hang with the spear-it, everyone know's I fear-it//
Listen can't-ya-hear-it, the crowdz chanting spear-it-sprear-it//
Mad props from the Bounce, but my true style I'll neva reveal-it//

this guys full of rhymes, ya know "bouncedoggydog"...
and we all can agree that he's better than "snoop doggy dog"...
every rapper that steps to you are sure to get a fright...
is your new name sars cos your the illest on this site...
muthafuckas are just crazy to say a bad word about bounce...
testin him with a mic he'll pop you bitches BLOW...

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This fag had to gag when I gave him the tea bag and put the mag on the domb of this j-rag
Oh my bad how sad I didnt compiment...hmm my kevlar-clad will stop any scad an Olympiad could impliment
So these flow rhymes slow time like a nithgtime ezyme tearing apart your lower spine

You are suppose to compliment the person,duh


He's a newbie,but he still is the greatest/
Making haters stretch,he's a lyrical rapist/

younggadget aka inspector fagget/
u want a compliment/
i applause with hammers/
keep it gutta but im creep to cut-ya/

YOUR WELCOME

no beef juss been nice

1cc

synickle aka lil homie///
if ya eva need tips, all ya need ta say is "show me"//
Dawg dont worry i aint hatin//
juss ya style i'm ratein//


lol
STYLE 8.5

Ya heard

killa mc has the tightest flow in this show
he'll take the shit and twist it making every crowd say "ooooooh"
he's unpredictable, despicable, and capable of flippin hos
he'll leave you face up on the ground as a fuckin K.O.

How's that for a compliment...no dickridin here...PEACE.

I hate to compliment you but im a do it to up my posts//
You tha ill shit dawg, not like Killa all he do is boasts//
I inspire to macth your rhymes dawg, even though thats not gonna happen//
You rhymes blow people away, leavin their eyes look like they from japan//
I better not diss ya cause i dun wanna be a loser//
Don't fuck with this dope cat he'll permanently bruise ya//
Not jus lyrically but i know from experience he a physical abuser....

Lol that was nice

Pce

HEY ANYBODY...HIT THIS UP AND VOTE...NOT MY BEST WORK SO ILL TAKE MY LOSS

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=63359

PEACE.