The Rap Battle Thread

Originally posted by The Spawn
My friend, The Spawn is second to none,
I haven't been serious once, its all been for fun.
If my fun rhymes are deadly, think of the tough ones,
Gotta go to the store and whip out the holy water from the nuns.
I'm just diverse, when it comes to a hurricane, I'm the worst,
If you end up in the raffle against me every time, God don't like you cuz you got THE curse.

I'm ready to tear down the bracket.
My **** is what's making the racket.
I'm loud, strong, and fiery.
You'll get burned if you stand beside me.
Holy Water won't do ****.
That's like lighting a fire and throwing gas on it.
I'll explode in your eardrums, fry your brain.
Go up against me, your life I will drain.
 
***** Please, try your best to stand up against me,
You can't play THE GAME, let alone spell it, thats G-A-M-E.
Make sure the first letter stays capital,
The chances of me stompin' anyone is factual.
I've never lost to anyone, and I don't plan to any time soon,
This games on pause right now, better hit resume.
 
Rap isn't a G-A-M-E, Game son.
Ask any rapper and they'll tell you, ten-to-one.
Rap's a lifestyle, a way of living.
It's about taking what you get and in return giving.
You've never lost before?
Then let me take your loss-virginty, ****e.
Your game is on pause, but life is not.
Life's on full time, and you only got one shot.
 
Yo, I'm the most important cuz my name is the Game,
You can try and be the best, but you'll never be the same.
I take prideful kids like you, and place them in the hall of shame.
They finally realize that they were in the wrong lane.
People like you always tryin' to bring me down,
Instead, cook me dinner, and fetch me my Golden Crown.
When my music plays, the *****es play it in surround sound,
Your just another lost pup, gonna get sewn up, at the dog pound.
 
Originally posted by The Spawn
Yo, I'm the most important cuz my name is the Game,
You can try and be the best, but you'll never be the same.
I take prideful kids like you, and place them in the hall of shame.
They finally realize that they were in the wrong lane.
People like you always tryin' to bring me down,
Instead, cook me dinner, and fetch me my Golden Crown.
When my music plays, the *****es play it in surround sound,
Your just another lost pup, gonna get sewn up, at the dog pound.

Now that I really listen,
You're nothing by carbon copy dissing.
You spit just like the rest of them.
Say you're the Big Cock, when you're really a hen.
I can't believe it took me this long,
to realize you have no song.
Go get some real originality.
Or I'll just bust you back to reality.
 
Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
We're just getting warmed up for the big show...

What's the big show? Are you guys facing off in a chat room battle?
 
Ha? Blast me back to reality?
The only reason youre still standing is because of hospitality.
This is just a friggin' warm-up, so there are no fatalities,
The way you rhyme is more of an abnormality.
I'll own anyone, don't matter what sex they are, or nationality.
The same rules applies to you,
This ain't no mystery, no need for Scooby Doo.
I'm takin' your ass straight back to Point A,
Ain't that 'coo'?
 
Originally posted by The Spawn
Ha? Blast me back to reality?
The only reason youre still standing is because of hospitality.
This is just a friggin' warm-up, so there are no fatalities,
The way you rhyme is more of an abnormality.
I'll own anyone, don't matter what sex they are, or nationality.
The same rules applies to you,
This ain't no mystery, no need for Scooby Doo.
I'm takin' your ass straight back to Point A,
Ain't that 'coo'?

You're going back to A, but I'll 'B' 'C'ing you later.
Go back to the basics, get a lyrical calculator.
You're going to need one once my **** comes out.
I'll be raking in money and kicking losers out.
So, when you find yourself out on the curb,
Just remember this one little blurb.
You could have been great, son.
But now you're Rap Game is done.
 
The only reason my rap Game is done,
Cuz this is one Rap Game I've already won.
You've got a ton of bricks on your back,
Time to say nighty nighty, let your ass hit the sack.
It seems to me that schools back in session,
When it comes to Rap Wrestling, I am Ruthless Aggression.
I mix it up with a little rap and rock,
My lyrical diversity comes as a shock,
The clock is ticking, and its out of 'tock,'
If this were a sport, I'd be the Number One Jock.
 
Originally posted by The Spawn
The only reason my rap Game is done,
Cuz this is one Rap Game I've already won.
You've got a ton of bricks on your back,
Time to say nighty nighty, let your ass hit the sack.
It seems to me that schools back in session,
When it comes to Rap Wrestling, I am Ruthless Aggression.
I mix it up with a little rap and rock,
My lyrical diversity comes as a shock,
The clock is ticking, and its out of 'tock,'
If this were a sport, I'd be the Number One Jock.

School is back in session,
which is why I'm here, giving you a lesson.
You're the Number one Jock that drops the Rock.
Ain't it a shock when I blow up your clock with my glock?
I've got two-tons of bricks on my shoulders,
That's the true mark of street soldiers.
We hold the world up constantly.
We can't be like the Spawn: "Time for tea!"
Go back to your middle-class hopes and dreams.
You'll never make it to the Hip Hop allStar Team.
 
I quit the Shh-Unit, I don't join any teams,
I don't eat crumpets, or drink cups of tea.
If I were to give up ever, you'd run around with glee,
Then you'd end up tripping over your own debris.
When it comes to the rhyme, I'm the ultimate emcee,
I take care of my opression to a tolerable degree.
None of you can even drive me bananas,
Its funny, cuz when I destory you, I do it with manners.
 
Originally posted by The Spawn
I quit the Shh-Unit, I don't join any teams,
I don't eat crumpets, or drink cups of tea.
If I were to give up ever, you'd run around with glee,
Then you'd end up tripping over your own debris.
When it comes to the rhyme, I'm the ultimate emcee,
I take care of my opression to a tolerable degree.
None of you can even drive me bananas,
Its funny, cuz when I destory you, I do it with manners.

I dropped the Unit awhile ago.
They weren't fully attuned to my flow, you know?
Don't worry Spawny, you won't need to give up.
Not as long as I can stand up and blow your head up.
I may not drive you bananas, but I make you go ape.
You spout about manners, I spit about RAPE.
 
Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
School is back in session,
which is why I'm here, giving you a lesson.
You're the Number one Jock that drops the Rock.
Ain't it a shock when I blow up your clock with my glock?
I've got two-tons of bricks on my shoulders,
That's the true mark of street soldiers.
We hold the world up constantly.
We can't be like the Spawn: "Time for tea!"
Go back to your middle-class hopes and dreams.
You'll never make it to the Hip Hop allStar Team.

Damn, EML. You guys were neck and neck the whole battle, but you killed it with that one. Nice.:up:
 
I had to go out and do some training,
While you were busy whining, I was out taming.
Teachin' kids like you, off the rap battle field,
Unlike King Arhtur, there ain't no sword you know how to weild.
I make 20K a year, and you call me a hobo?
Its not my fault your like those guys on Bravo, you homo.
If 12 men came in a cup, you'd most likely drink it,
If your ass was a boat, I'd most likely sink it.
 
Originally posted by The Spawn
I had to go out and do some training,
While you were busy whining, I was out taming.
Teachin' kids like you, off the rap battle field,
Unlike King Arhtur, there ain't no sword you know how to weild.
I make 20K a year, and you call me a hobo?
Its not my fault your like those guys on Bravo, you homo.
If 12 men came in a cup, you'd most likely drink it,
If your ass was a boat, I'd most likely sink it.

20 g's a year? What are you, a teacher?
You claim to be, what's your main feature?
After the "your" mistake, it's not likely English.
And after that last rhyme, I hope it's not 'How to Diss."
Because you suck at doing that,
I'd hate to see you ruin a whole generation of Rap.
'You're' so sad you had to rip a diss from 8 Mile,
but even that didn't save your gigantic Rap-pile of Bile.
 

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