eh hozzer ...its over ..
2 half a line rap...
dont when em over

like a dozzer
your buled
over your scull

maybe if i "CAPLOCKS" to ill look cool
thinken you could attack with simple line
the only crime

is you spit on this site

eh hozzer

I leave idiots like explicitot knocked, with well earned concusions...
don't mind my interuption, but Fuck You..here comes tha cussin...
I'm simply nothing but a disruption leavin this pussy ass crumblin..
But would he have somethin, if he could have assumptions?..
Ya deluxe ta me pal, I eat you right at tha table...
Scarf you up as if you were lettuce.. tomato, or mayo...
Try ta' pull a stunt...watch me slide in ta' Ottawa like you "cum" in ya mothers cunt...

Illogicalbeatz be a problem ta me...
I don't know how you have experience with rap with what you post on this screen...
Livin a hope...
Ya writtens a scribble ya spittins a choke...
I'll have Sactown back down than snap loud...
Why don't you stop being proud n' go take a nap now...
You have nothing with scripts...
Just wish that something ill comes for you Christmas...

Excuse me Miss J@yHull, while I Exchange Heat thru ya-Skull/
My verbal excitationz BURN revalationz right thru ya Cranial-Wall/

Your flows are stagnant stuck ~N~ Not going no where/
Like Rapper's vescosity ~N~ the shame in ya underwear/

Now return to ya Valley of Shadow, pre-write some mindless praddle/

Step back in the saddle, So Bounce can send ya packing again, ya better sca-dattle/

You check-statz, use-Strapz ~N~ Spit-Flat, Face it ya Can't-rap, bust-Phat or Heat-trackz/

Plain and simple ya-just-"WHACK!"/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

you say your the king of rap but with no ability to flow
like my words are my gat your mind im gonna blow
these lyrics i spit the true meanings youll never know
youre gonna need your mom to desipher this shit
to bad your brain is as small as her a cup tits
thats right ive had my encounters with that small breasted bitch
her bologna nipples have nothing on her four inch clit
now that im finished with you ill do the same i did to that whore
pistol slap your ass and throw your bloody corpse out the door

All you do is talk shit, you got a turd hangin from your lip,
i'll flip the script on you bitch, empty the clip into your hip,
so you cant walk, put the barrel in your mouth so you cant talk,
your finished coroners outlinin you with chalk,
i'll pop your cork, like a champagne bottle, your head starts to bobble,
legs is startin to wobble, you cant stop me cuz i got this shit full throttle,
i'll neva topple, like the leanin tower of pisa,
my flows are so nice your callin me teacher!!!!!

<Kid Donovan, What?>


Just slapped this bitch ~N~ flipped his Script Now his name reads 'Nav-o-nod-Dik'/

Cuz we know ya nibble-on-dick Like lick-ity-split all the while scared of the Clit/

So fuck you-Kid From RapBattles I De-Rid your sorry ass-Flow now ya Ass-gotz-to-go/

Talking bout my brain when it's clear ya just a lame, everyone know's my intellect put's yours ~2~ shame/

Don't make me wreck ya frame, ~N~ embarass ya name, cuz there's only ~1~ winner ~2~ Diss Game/

With simple ass lines and played out rhymes, someone call the Whack police cuz She needz ~2B~ Fined/

( I don't even want to waste my time on Deeni, kid just doesn't learn)

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

Do like your own name says, and just Bounce Doggy
I crept softly, merked you, and left the room foggy
Your words ungodly, steadily speaking on dumb shit
With grammar to match it, it'll leave you with a bumped lip
You know.....where the cum drips
I know your boyfriend loves it
But lets get back on track, these thoughts making me sick
Of Bounce Dogg on all fours, just begging for the dick

JohnnieBlaze a.k.a Infinite a.k.a The Real One

^you did it all wrong and horribly dont
contribute your fifth post to rapbattles
theres nothin more to see....
you smoked yourself forever stupid so like
normal you'll remain forever useless but at
least you tried to walk hand n hand with this
music but lose it I swing at pinyata punami for
freetime and you'll be searching your whole
fuckin long legged life for a hit flash a peace
sign...for bounce dog you know nothin about him
just dig a ditch for yourself your better without friends
motherfucker your existance is worthless so refrain
from administrin service your nothing but shit and for
the ground you step upon were servin and served it
and all you can mention is some stupid shit about
suckin dick like your words are all worth it...fuck you
for being a simpleminded individual

your just like your mom u came back for more
you should have learned from what happend to that dirty whore
4 inches into her head my bullet bore
and after the pounding i gave her she must have been sore
whats with double spacing?is someone over compinsating?
with what my lyrics did to your ego no wonder you be hating
you can rhyme there is no debating
but a one out of ten would be an overrating
only one can win yes thats true
but 2pac himself couldnt make a winner out of you
ill lay off you now so stop your cries
just one last thing tell your mom to close her thighs

<Get back to class kid, or set the stage!>

Check this sorry ass kid, with those ryhmes I should rename you Skid/

Elevate ya game before you Text ~N~ Complete Shame ~N~burn in a firey Flame/

This fool is referencing Pac, talking Hard but can't Walk the Walk/

Set up the stage, so I can unleash my rage, ravage ya name ~N~ rattle ya cage/

Face it, ya spit is shit, fecal matter that splatterz like ooze from ya Clit/

What the fuck ~R~ ya doing anyway, this here is Veterans day, not time for Newbies to play/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

u can "charge" card ur new fit, come like a "rhino" but i know that ur empty head "ecko"s when u spit/
velcro ur head and tape ur behind before u sit, but listen bitch, ur one who nobody will want to get wit/
ur ears slippery wet? sick of sadistic vets like tha cat and tha dog of tha first lady, hillary yet?/
material bet in tha millitary like gays in navy suits to sooth ur one-two, buckle my shiny shoe, n it's not a hillarious jest/
but that's enuff wit metaphors that no simple man can understand/
u don't seem to get it? it's not that hard, ur not lookin at a hologram/
ur screamin for help, and for some reason, nobody hears it/
oh, i forgot to mention i already killed ya, ur only here in spirit/

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Content, you speak freely, sound sure of yourself
It's nonsense, you're too easy, and "I" need help?
Sorry sweet pea, try harder, shit talking doesnt do it
You've gotta be stupid, still speaking "bitch" fluent
You get ruined and buried, under piles of lyrics
I spit crazy from my lips, releasing my spirit
Now I'm done, it's your turn to write a few lines
I still hope you're content, I'm like Pac at his prime

~JohnnieBlaze007 aka Infinite aka The Real One~

you the one who's only here in spirit...
i'm gonna drop you like deer shit...
so you get to the nearest rap lesson and hear it...
listen to me you could learn somethin ya queer bitch...
i'll teach ya so much your brains split...
into little pieces, i'll fold it into creases, and have you beggin me wit words like thank you's and pleases, i can tell ya a begineer cause ya raps as virgin as my 2 six year old nieces...
but this ain't a family affair, i've killed you, you died like blonde hair, it's time for you too fold like a lawn chair, cus we can all tell that you got the gay flair