RAP BATTLE - CyKoSHYNE Vs. OuTRuN
 

Cykoshyne...LET me battle.. and tattle your BABY sister rattle...Eat you up like cattle...a cow...throw in the towl...becaue your done...son...this is OutRuN...pullin in my gun for fun...Im Phatter then Big Pun...freestylin for fun...on this site...my rhymes are tight...youll have to say good night...Because youll get knocked out...and youll just sit there and pout...like a club scout...like you have a cum drout...numb lyrics..make you touch the holy sprit...because im on top...wipe u away with my mop...then youll be dropped...let my lyrics pop...in your ears...rippin you for 20 years...hold glass`s up saying cheers...buy me 4 more beers...drunk and high...still rise up rankings in the sky..i never lie...that im one lyrical guy...not to shy...to cut you up like an apple pie...come and try...and win...youll have to pray my sin...makin your head spin...soo fast...stingin your dumbass like glass...thats the past...and this is the present...when your girl comes...my dick in her ass will be pleasent...like im the president...gettin bent..like i dont have your girls money spent...confused...its hard to be the one to lose...and youll get all boo`s...from people saying who...my lyrics are so stuck on you like glue..youll get spited out in 2002....my crowds are tuned in...when i make the pin...for the win...make you have a grin on your face...lookin like you got sprayed with mase...you big discrace...trying to take my place...go and say a prayer...beause youll never get there...i swear...you will care...when i fuck your lady bare...so hard i made her pussy tear...whats that glare...behind the door...lookin when im fuckin the hore...your girl...givin me a twirl...

YOU AINT WIN U BITCH NIGGA
 

Its time for war and once I drop my post, IM KILLIN YOU//
Punchlines absorb and knock ya off ya toes' like 'Woman Do'//
so quit it Duke, your styles about as 'SWEET' as 'Lemon Juice'//
OutRun 'Contagious'?, nah but you can bet I’m 'Sick of YOU"//

-= Early Switch=-

According to hell, OuTRun'll be visiting when he Loses Pulse from the Shells//
There’s no "AWARDS"' when facing CyKo, but try n 'VOTE FOR YOURSELF'//
No one wants to read your lines like bills 'endorsed in the mail'//
plus I'll make u 'drop to tears' like 'heartfelt orphanage tails'//
cuz u winnin this battle is an Unfortunate lie//
I’m lighting ‘'DIMES” when typin this to prove I’m 'SCORCHIN YOUR PRIME'//
I'll 'knock u down' like doors outside a 'Place they raid for shrooms'//
Its like you’re trained to take abuse, kids insane!! he came to feud//
knowing a 'march with navy seals' wont help him make a 'MAJOR MOVE//
square off with me? Is u on drugs or just a Bit Retarded//
you need 'MORE GROWTH' like men obsessed with buying "Dick" enlargements'//
I'll murder u, disturb ya crew, after I Kick ya Carcass, I carried u 'beneath my wings//
that explains your 'Scent of Armpits', I told you, my jaws were made for spittin ARSON//
Bitch your Garbage, n your ‘lines couldnt get tighter’ if they were ’KIDS*’ ‘Guitar Strings’……

*kid Rock

You know why im good...you should of kept your mouth shut...like a dirty slut...when i put my lyrics in your gut...but ill hit you from behind..when my lyrics climb...on you like a spider...you need to spit tighter then that...when you rap...you cant crack...when i spit on you with no traction...make u say action...makin a movie...with your dumb reaction...know one cares...when im fixin my tire spares...like fixin your hair line...my lyrics grind...up your crooket spine...writing words like R.L. Stine...when i hit your girl where the sun dont shine...not pine saw...no call for u...SyKo...u stink yo...watch my lyrics glow...watch your girl give me a blow job...makin her toungue throb...like it just got fucked up by the mobb...she is a stupid snob...with you...a lyrical slob...eat you like im the blob...beat you in your own job...seat u on the ground...lookin around...takin one bad pound...from outrun...eating you up for fun...real fast...when i rip you wont last...youll be takin cast...like a stupid ass...step out of my class...so i can tame you like a lyon...make you go flyin...when i start your crying...when i say your lyrics are dying...so keep trying...and keep lyin...to all your friends...when i rip and rhyme...when my ladder stepped you didnt climb...my words are a prime hearing...when my fans start cheering...for the win...when i throw u in my recyclin bin...because your a blank piece of paper...when i fuck your girl and rape her...