2 Rooks Mic-wrecker Vs. Riff Raff Vote For Dis!!!!!
 

I Set It Up B Unlim Lines How Many Ever U Need
We'll Keep Spittin Til Niggaz Start Votin And We Get An Undisputed Winna Aite?

ok man. but dont let my rip dint ya confidence too much though
peace......

bars speak louder than words spit 1st an quit talkin man

i got tings to do ill drop my shit when i get back from football............in the mean time get yaself sum practice in

if u scared jus say so man i'll even spit 1st if u wont me 2

signing in

yo mic wrecker, bet your not bright enough to play checkers. and get babysat while your fat mum plays bingo at mecca/ i aint scared of you, or your crew the 3rd degree.fuck with me, i gaurentee, you"ll hear the banshee/i rid of rubbish rappers like you better than a bin man. with shit thats more together than chinese yin yan/ you a bum, i bet you weigh in tin cans.without a battle plan,u just wont win, man/
it was a big mistake to undertake this battle.you gonna get slaughted like cattle,4 talking a load of prattle/you a baby in this game you tink the mic"s a rattle, you cant call yourself an emcee coz you just happen 2 brattle/
once a fortnight i get a giro, pen my signiture with a biro,im not going to save for a flight to ohio,just to come and fight some tiro / oh no, no flow, u throw,could show, that your no homo, and that you dont blow low/coz i know, you go, below the belt. by that, i aint refering the lyrics u dealt/

who's the hottest look i dont even gotta ask/mic-wrecker is here it's time to shut up this riff-raff/all that shit u talkin b jus stop sayin it an apply it/ u say u eat emcee's like me, but midol is n ya diet/pussy, u den started a war that u have no business to start/caz niggaz like me'll beat u faster than a fat man's heart/im back on my grind now i no how loses is felt/u want homo lines, well im bout to make this fag deep throat another knoth in my belt/you a thespian, a rappin lesbian only future is rapbattles.com/go beat yo meat chap u need more muscles in ya arm/u da type that talk all loud an aint gon do shit, jus a transexual gangsta, nigga turned bitch/sheeiit, who u think that british gangsta act was foolin/like x an trainin day u get shot up like denzel in both of his movies/slaughted like cattle huh? you all words but no action/ya shit's a gimmic son like randy savage rappin/dont quick ya day job gettin ya ass pounded for pounds an euro/pussy this shuld b a blowout u had 3 days to think up ya flow/but tha's da way the ball bounces, sometimes shit dont be fair/but u the only cat i know that lose even if he dont play fair/so fuck the united kingdom or wherever you hailing/caz i'll retire yo punk ass quicker than mournig wit a kidney ailment/i beat you without a plan i must b a prodigy/next time look up porno on yo computer, u better off doing that then toppin me...........

i knew youd cum back with a script u writ. which took just under a day to do, and your spits still shit/ you just bitched, coz iz ripped you to bitz. like a hungry fat kid with a packet of ritz/ your raps no more skilled than a witches. your 1 wurd, verse filled, had me in stiches/ what the fuck you gonna do, you crack smoking wreck. you probably dont weigh 2 stone soaking wet./ ere man bitch, you the type of nigger. who wear 2 coats to make himself look bigger/ look for a start, that whole verse smelt worse than a fart. the only good part, was i beat u fater than a fat mans heart/ look, i very much doubt youll win this bout by a blow out.your wits dryer than a drought, all you do is spout shout/ you a proper ittle pussy, who make me howl. yeah, like randy savage, u afraid of simon cowell/

how dare you come wit that trash and think you gon win/yo 2nd verse sounded like yo 1st verse repackaged an spit agiain/yo flow is shaky like a house wit no foundation/so u gotta put my words in yo flow jus so the public can feel wat u sayin/u already admitted defeat, i already got wit cha/ wat's dat sayin about u if one of my words had yo punk ass in stitches/now imagine wat i culd do wit 16 bars to dis fagg/prolly body dismembered in stitches dyin nameless in a body bag/im hott regardless of wat this fool say, but if i waited for you to spit something hott, i'd b here so long my pubic hair'll turn gray/mic-wrecker is back, makin dis punk bitch howl/2 outta 3 judges wins american idol so fuck simon cowell/u jus mad caz im hot and yo lines is cow shit/i eat emcees like u, u share wit that fat kid splititn up that packet of ritz/im leadin from wire to wire, from beginning to the end of this/sayin "nigger" like that u shulld team up wit eminem to form the rappin white supremisists/im arguably, the best to put my finga to the keys/nigga, even that lil blue pill wont get you as hard as me/so jus face the facts dont turn hood just stay suburban/an jus lemme shit on u an wipe my ass wit bin laden's turben/

uppin 4 votes hurr dont sleep on da skillz ppl.........

chck. check. check

look, the only way you"ll beat me with that shit u wrote. is if you break the rules and get ya boy"s to do a crew vote/ youve no hope, u a joke. like a dope smoking pope. ok, u dindt choke, but you still a mope/ didnt you realise me and slim are identicle twins. i just eppitimze the fact i went bald before him/ i hit the gym then swim to keep prim and trim. you dim, you keep fit by dicking rim/ look i dont give a toss bout who i cross. im rapbattles new boss/ my annual gross amounts to handfulls of dosh. but still i remain the toatal opposite of posh/ im probably the guy last night your bitch gave a nosh. i kick in the speed more effective than nos/ even with rhymes as cheesy as bros. you gonna watch me notch up a century of wins with not one loss/
and if the unthinkable happens and you do beat me.im gonna give up rapping like d.o.c/ or is that eminem, r fuck it dont matter. its not like you"ll beat me, coz u just chatter patter/

signin in,


who shot cha???? u want violence well pussy stop askin'/it's time to get yo ass beat like jesus is passions/dont u know comin wit me wit dat weak syllable shit/is only gonna get 16 in yo stomach like you swallowed the clip/so quit rappin stick to yo 9 to 5 steer clear of rap bouts/caz ya rhymes is constipated yo jus forcin them out/you the type of emcee that sweat from strokin a single key/strugglin to murder mic-wrecker and im just a rookie/you soft around the middle it dont take much to murk you/im really in the field you benched like leon in the budwiser commercial/im not speaking figurativly when i say ya rhymes smell like shit/riff raff and wins is like oil and water dem shits jus dont mix/you say it's over when the fat lady sing rite bloke????/well grab kelly price an have that gurl sing a high note/caz it's over, done, reocrds this shit caz it's in the books/u aint a virgin rapper no more caz u just had flower took/

Butcha Say Mic Wreck Got This One............................................... .................................................. ...........1

mic-wreckeer in that ass like a virgin,he had riff raff wanting more.

uppin for the final 3 votes needed to shut this battle out ppl, vote for me yall