Look like this fake as nigga comin' back for more, like an unpaid whore/
I'll use my fucking verse to knock you down, not one, but several floors/
hoops just clacking keys, ain't really watching what he writin/
He's bouncing like one of them fish, somwhat like a whiting/
This dude's flopier than my C:disk drive/
When I think you can't stoop lower, you motherfuckin dive!/
Your queerer than the dudes who act on the Wiggles /
My response to your “fatal” blows- “HEY THAT TICKLES!”/

this girl really thinks she got what it takes to match my skill/
i saw no flow, metas, and her punches were weak as hell/
i bet when she hits the stage, she breaks her own leg and a ligement/
id say you was a pussy, but then id just sound ignorant/
ill make you change colors like my verb skills fucked up ya pig-a-ments/(pigments)
you only worth 3 bars of my time, cause ya verse wasent hittin shit....

weak as hell, you say, but I got legions of demon's on my track/
think you got me beat, but I must say that verse is whack/
If god blessed you man, I'd hate to see him curse you, man!/
You ain't even listed on V.I.P, least of all in "God's Plan"/
The more you keep running your mouth, the more other's see what I'm talking about/
You're destination is failure, why don't you try another route/
I have pussy, yet that's more dick than this crooked boy will ever have/
You a number's man? C'mon, let's do the fucking math/
LOW CLASS + SOMEWHAT LIKE MORASS = YOUR SORRY ASS/
You think you treasure, but yah just another man's trash/
I rhyme hardcore; like Edgar Allen Poe, you'll end up "NEVERMORE"/
I'm the type of shit niggas brace themselves for/

haha.. this is fun.. im bored as fuck are u ?.. ne way.....

well i told you, dirty south bitches are men/
and i guess that verse was tight..... if your ten/
are you serious..... i hate to burst ya bubble, but *POP*/
you think some type foxy brown, when actually....u NOT/
all filler, after reading dat shit i doubt i could be any iller/
go climb the highest piller, you still would be below my skill-girl/
verbally safe, i'll leave you in a murderin state/
you a permenent fake, murmmin snake thats about to be verbally slain/
i'd hate drop the mic, physically abuse this chick/
but i dont think i could take, seeing she said got more dick than this 8==================================D

Yeah, I'm pretty much bored. You really think I'm whack? *sniffle* lol

Okay, check it-
I don't know where the hell you're from, but you besta learn some manners/
Cus you got some serious flaws, evident in therapthy as well as cat scanners/
The South get crunk, yo, we show you how we throw them bows, yo/
Don't blink man, cus you might end up on the floor, yo/
You couldn't physically abuse me even if I handed you a crow bar/
This dumb fuck would hand it back to me and say, "I don't want to spar."/
Why the long face man? You depressed because I'm an Ace, man?/
While you're lines rust, I stay fresh like I'm in Never Ever Land, man/
I'm stacked, yo, and I know that you wouldn't mind hittin' this from the back/
But sorry, yo, like Petey Paublo, "I ain't drunk enough to do that."

nah you strait... im tryna elavate sicne i got nothing else to do right now... dont start work for a weak....

from now on, ya nicknames "verbally abused rooky", lyrically confused nooky/
if you ratteld my cage, be the only way that you have "shook" me/
and you wouldnt hear my speech even if in ya ear i said it/
dont call ya raps "connecting", cause like missed calls we dont get-em/
i spit acid like rain, and hit people liek trains/
like a retarded surgeon, dont expect to afterward be the same/
just call my brain a fight club, cause while you on stage ima cut ya mic-plug/
the audience gets a moment of peace, then you pick another mic-up/(lol)
im really pleading, you got my ears bleeding, id hate to hear you on a bad day/
u not succeeding, like a def traffic-leader, you wont hear me knockin you out of my-way/

im use stealth and character, no body will marry her, shes a farry whos will never grant a wish according to fary-tales, its written.

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... whats with the "motha fucka" at the end... last bit was ok but the first half of that was so wack..

and props to hoops for elevating.. been feelin some of your new rhymes

And the femcee get's ignored? I'm so dissapointed. I might go jump off a buidling now. :bored:

Miss. Lyricist, no beef, but here we go.

14 teen yrs and U still aint grow Up/
I'll make U feel like Ur breast, debating wether or not to show Up/
My rymes enter Ur mind through a course in Ur spine and make Ur thoughts just blow Up/
Cuz I dont battle Femcee, I battle Lyricist/
so choose Ur name wisly, or I'll twist Ur head like in the exercist/
My text messages skip the phone and enter straight through Ur eyelids/
U'll wish there was a form of aspirin to stop the pain of my lyrical violence/
I'll catch U off gaurd, like this was Perl Harbor/
Fuk U till U bleed, then maybe next time U'll come harder.

you POOR CHICK i shppt bullets at ya dome n leave u on da FLOOR BITCH/
i'll blaze this WHORE QUICK im ill u givin me da flue will just make me MORE SICK/
ya gonna quickly DIE MINI ME/
cuz the way i knock ya brain loose you wont know ya EYE DENTDY/

eewww yo.

Rymin doesn't suit U/
Ud better say all Ur gonna say befor RapBattles boots U/
Who the fuck U rapping bout? Like Ur mom, Im a grown man/
kickin Your dome in, while Ur brains exploding on the hot paivment/
my bullets'll have U spinnig in the air like U tryin to brakedance/
I'll have going to church, prayin to who evers willin to listen/
the only trick Uv ever done was when I made U come Up missin/
My pistle'll shatter Ur cranium like Crystals/
ashes in the air while punchline rip through Ur mental tissues/
My vocabulary'll leave U wit more issues than Spider-man comics/
My wrestler skillz'll levitate then drop U just to make My Bomb "Atomic"/
to speak on Me, U must've lost Ur head/
change Ur signatur, U should be lookin for Ur lost talent insted/

I had to get back at you "Eye":

Even if I could possibly understand the slang in yo whack ass name, my opinion of you would remain the same/
Yah just a sorry ass dude who get's confused on who's the teacher and who's the pupil in this school, mayne/
You're the number one in this class hun, but your also the worst, son/
I drive around in a fucking hearse, leavin' em dead when they realize I won, mon/
Were you talking trash or was that really yah verse?/
My bad man, I guess yah fucking bubble is burst/
Why all this niggas tryin' to fuck with me, am I that good a femcee?/
The truth lies in that statement, but this "Eye" refuse to see/
I think someone may be blindin' yah, cus what you typin, sah/
Is worth just as much as the shit you drop in the "potty", duh/

miss dyke i 'kill yah line' and seperate your words to 'fill yah time'
and spread yah seems just 'tilt yah rhyme' so u balance yah 'mind'
yer dreams 'cut into shape' u 'rust to masturbate'
but u still see the drama of who 'ate yah cake'
u so blind sited i 'stole yah optics' and i 'rolled yah body'
into a bag while u 'fold like chopsticks' and i 'tolled yah hobby'
i leave u 'battered and bruised' and u got 'hatted u loose'
like a slut, u havent been 'mattered like the other prostitutes'

Australia has a hood, But aint no body know about it/
I'll make ur downunder ass do backflips, while going middle east like chines Riots/
just to relax my Ears, I'll cut Ur fucki throwt/
This niggaz rymes are nasty, like Micheal Jackson Up close/
I'll put U to sleep, wit out the use of sing alongs/
Then make U have bad dreams about havin to listen to Ur own songs/
My tolerence level is lower then Miss. Lyricist's IQ/
I'll beat U like a drunk uncle, while Ur mom scream out how much she does'nt like U/
This Cypher is part of my Yard, so dont let my rymes "BiTe U"/

Miss. Lyricist
I feel U miss, but U gotta admit the last line I wrote on U that involved something of that matter realy fuked u up. I dont realy wanna speak on U no more. Id rather battle U and get points for it. this goes for alllllll of U who think ya'll can go toe to toe wit me and actually grip the mic wit pride when U done. I aint the best, But Im damn sure close as fuck. I should get and award for rippin everybody whos ever spoken on me in this cypher. yeah Im cocky, I dont give a fuck.

Holy fuck, you ain't "cock"y, you just SUCK!!
I'll pick your sittin ass off as easy as "lame-duck"

Half your shit didn't rhyme and the other half blew
If I was you, I'd keep my "eyedenty" a secret too

If you wanna battle man, hit up my name
I won't spit more than 4 bars, cause you're ass is too lame

I'll give you an hour to spit half a fuckin page
You best visit EMC for some "wise"dom, cause you're sure not "sage"

:thefinger :thumbup:

poetic prophet, i got have your nuns and their knees lickin my balls//
ill hit ya name up, but when it comes to battles ur rap always downfalls//
lame-duck? i bet this kid in jail be droppin the soap for fun//
wen hes suckin my cock his eyes squint from my cum, u damn asian//
really are you gay? u would pick his lazy ass up or something?//
i mite have been too hardcore last night, sorry i broke ur moms bedsprings//

One Man Band
 

ONE MAN BAND IS A FUCKIN BITCH. YOU JUDGE OTHER PEOPLE'S SHIT, BUT WON'T WRITE SHIT YO SELF, YOUR A DISGRACE.

I CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE..

P.S HOW YOU GONNA TALK WHEN YOUR RECORD IS 0-1.
YOU LOST YOUR FIRST BATTLE, WHAT A WEAKLING. LOL

FAG, OVER THERE QUOTIN ROYCE DA 5'9 LIKE HE'S A FUCKIN POET.
SUCK HIS DICK....

stfu...spit and stop freepostin...and eydentity.. no offence, your verses have content, but your flow is not present brah.. aignt tryna start no beef, but whena nigga who be writing paragraphs and essays in battles, dont mean shit... if i wanted to i could write punchline after punch, and end up with a page just for 10 bars(20 lines),, nah mean ? dont get to cocky, cause ur record disagrees wit u being even close to the best... and plus who spits there real material in a cypher ?.. i sure dont.. maybe i migh tlet slip a nice punch here and there but i dont spit to win, i spit cause i love hip-hop.. so chill,, this is my last freepost dont worry lol ...

Yall must have forgot about Krairo/
we'll I been on my grind gettin hoes/
stackin my paper up and sellin more CD's than your local record studio/
its true I'm a fiend hustlin in my blood/
I sell more than CD's so trust me I'm good/
I admire Hoops for sayin what he gotta say/
but HORUS(thetruth) what the fuck are u ok/
I see u pissed or your keys are sticky/
u new here so I'ma give u exposure like Janet's right titti/
now u can hit me or diss it really don't matter/
I'll leave u chopped up like sushi on P.Diddy platter/
maybe its me and maybe its not/
but how the fuck u come up here wit 7 posts thinkin u hot/
your battle records blank like paper/
I don't know what worse u or quaker/

thats all I gotta say I'm done its a wrap time to go back to writing

a yo, you need to check this/
the only time i get pissed is when i'm pissin on your head bitch/
accept it, i'm the best in this section/
it's like i'm your Jinni and you really have a death wish/
my flow is better, you'll get roasted to toast with letters/
7 posts, but i'm still a micrphone holdin expert/ your rhymes are dead, put them motha fucka's on a stretcher/
in the last page i was playin at first/ and then the dame with the purse, (One Man Band), complained but never came with a verse/
and now your mad at me, suckin his dick/
while my lyrics are stuck up, and ain't none of your whack rhymes fuckin with this/ i might just be up in a whip fuckin your bitch/
rubbin her clit while i'm suckin her tits/ you should think harder and then try to come up with a spit/
coz your style is just disgusting and sick, thick and so hollow/
but i see why you don't spit, you really like to swallow/
shit, you think that you can do me, make my day/
but my record is no losses, and it'll stay that way/

Eye, sorry, brah, I don't battle bitches. No offense, but you just come up with the same shit that these other niggas try to play me with. Not only would I tear your ass apart, every line would hack you up and send your limbs to the four corners of the earth. But whateva mayne. If you close to perfection, I'd sho hate to see sorry for what it really is.

feel like spitting.. so ima spit against you miss. <3 :p

heres a riddle, whats big but soft in the middle/
and her stomach changes colors more often than skittles/
you wanna step correct my rhymes will shatter ya text/
ima batter ya neck, until from you i force me respect/
I bring more truth in my scriptures than rel-igion/
Load-up lyrical-AK's..and begin dipensing vocabulary ammunition, best believe my targets getting hit-in/
man ill destroy you inside out like cancer-to-skin/
you beating me is like skinny people playing russian roulette,chances-are-slim/
truth-is, im gully, gutter and ruth-less/
if i slapped you wit a gun-vest, you wouldnt know what proof-is(bullet proof vest)/
so holla when you think you worthy of gettin slapped-down/
cause honestly ya rhymes are funny, so guess that makes you our class-clown/

bleh.. fell off on that last part

I don't know why, but I can't seem to get to yah/
Seems as if my verses are slipping right through yah/
Maybe yah net got too many holes- the truth slips through one ear, out the other it goes/
All barriers I puncture, I leave nigga's brains ruptured/
I'm so creative and shit, I rearrange molecular structures/
I'm dishin' out the hurt, and there's more where that came from/
But dis only the first course; you don't want the full meal, son/
I'm checkin' you out man, almost wishin' that you would/
Don't be concerned about defeat, it's for your own good/
You'll get knocked down, but you'll get up again, with the help of Asprin and a little Ritalin/
But if you ever step up to me, again, all flags will by flying half mast, man/

ey, please dont jump the gun and battle me/
cause i'll spit a verse so fast, you get whipplashed in reality/(into didnt fit)
im startin to see you for a fool B/
ripped some new-bies, and now you want through me/
well i aint a door, so ya best bet is not to knock-me/
put my face on a medalion, hang it in ya verse, only times ya rhymes rock me/
i'll beat you with no vacab, cause im lazy/
cause i'll leave you 'blacked out', wit trouble in ya little china like patrick swazy/(in her little china hint hint :P)
i get in ya system like antihistamines, with my punchlines - ima show u wha the meaning of Fisting be, wit my keyboard delete ya whole history, wether it be ya moms, put viruses inside of ya family tree/

girl i rip niggas in text, on the mic i rip bitches in stealth, dont get it twisted, im silent, why u aint heard of me yet/

im telling you, battling me is taboo like 'blasphemy'/
if i replaced the mic 'batteries' wit bullets, you wouldnt be 'blastin-me/

Who is this guy who the hell does he think he is, his rhyme would be better of in a pop quiz but i will get it into his head that i am the new command processing over head i will run this joint like never before and you wount be hearing any shit ryhmes like his anymore all this shit will be hardcore just like your american civil war ryhmes like his will be on the lower floor trying to sneak in an exterior door. But im gona stop here because ive already destroyed this guys career (he never had 1) if he wants to take it further ill leave him criticaly severe, is there any challangers for me any volunteers

this wak cat shoulda never quit mutha fuken day job
bobo? go back to the circus where u belong ho
dog, u commin out from ireland, there aint no hood
only fucked up accents n beer that dont taste good
so take ya bullshit somewhere where its respected
u dont even use grammer, ya rhymes never connected
not to mention how ya cant spell, u mean bald
u paranoid, started loosin hair at 12 years old
straight up, dont bring ya styles round here no more
cuz were lookin rappers with MORE THEN 1 BALL

this cats wack as shit and i cant see him ever gettin iller..
the guy thinks hes dope after usin mother fucker as a filler..
flows pathetic, attempt at punches roll off, profetic..
kids headed for death, fuckin round with matches till he met-it..
this kid prob flexes my verses in real life n takes the credit..
or at rap sites.. like a dentist through teeth im a menace..
i rip styles in half, while laughin, choke on crack.. never actin..
gettin back-in, to rappin and comin back with a passion..
quit the game after seein corruption bitin was goin on but cats doin nothing..
never true, and frontin, always gangsta and played punches they bustin..

That verse above me was so garbage can.. the whole verse

If i see "One Man Band" then i'm aiming for his face while i'm hawking out spit/
you see, he tries to rhyme but doesn't even talk about shit/
i'll have his ass walking out quick, you can't fade me yo, i'm not your outfit/
there is no fuckin hope in you/
so when i burn you, i'll do you like Indians, "use your fuckin
smoke for smoke signals"/
put it down, you don't even know what to do with the M.I.C son/
giving him a mic is like giving a three year old a machine gun/
and i'm your rap God, so you worship me until your knee's numb/
and if not, then you'll get ran over like a speed bump/
you weak punk, your record is 0-1 kid, so your definitely whack/
and your flow reminds me of "Brandy's" ass"...... they'll never be phat (fat)/
so if ever we rap, i swear that i'll demolish your flow and swallow your soul/
coz if they think like me, you'll get no votes, why would a pimp follow a ho?/

This kids a fag shit.. a true bitch .. what a whore man
even has his tongue out for more balls.. then jordan

lol, his record is 0-2, no wonder he's mad too :laugh: . lmao

Horus, sorry dawg but you really aint the truth,
n i can tell that ya rhymes really hate the booth
u dont belong in this game, so i kick u the fuck out,
u wanna talk shit on amby?...............what bout?
i'll give you my past as a present so ya future is plesant
you aint shown me shit, u must be one them anti-impressents

check this
 

:gfy: undefinedarial black

ayo .. bitch u suck dicks twentyfo'seven // go suck sum more dicks b4 goin to heaven // erry1 kno i got the flow // go suk dem bitchez spendin the last of dem lifes in deathrow // stop the show bitch im srry but u gotta go // go stand on the sidewalkz cuz u a fuckin ho' // // HellRaZoR is my name // im runnin this game // u aint got no tactics or sum good beatz // when u & ur crew leave this shit u'll still feelin my heatz // my words come out like i bust sum caps with my desert E'z //

... why ya'll beefin when the object is to rip the person above you....................................... if you gettin mad, then obviously - they ripped u... incase one of you idiots thought that was a rhyme, it wasent lol...

lol horus i would merk you ... easily

damn dis kid aint touching me on the mic
muchless text dawg its better to fly a kite

Oh hell nah... I'll consider that a freepost. :rolleyes:

stop freposting ^