The Rap Battle Thread

[-masta^minded-]

so many kid writing rhymes theese days/
it´s a proven fact now that stupidity pays/
on the boards there aint no competition/
call me an oldtimer but that I´mbest is still official/
superficial(sp?) girls like me for my hot rhymes/
hehh they think they can fool tha masta mind/

 

[AbayTimma]

that sucked...

 

[C. Lee]

Having to work on the weekend is such a drag
Much rather be looking for a hot chick to shag
Guess I'll have to go to the bathroom with a mag
Oh God no magazine there's a hole in the bag
All my goodies for the day they fell out
It's enough to make a preacher scream and shout
I'm all alone there ain't a soul about
Can't leave work can't retrace my route
Here to midnight don't have a thing to eat
Need some candy need some kind of treat
I'll call for a pizza with cheese and extra meat
Maybe a hot young thing'll bring it won't that be sweet

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

BUAHAHAHAHA!!!! D

 

[Super_Ludacris]

yeah people it's been a while let ya know I rock it
spit flames off the chain my chemicals of rhymes is toxic
I came to kill you fellas at this lyrical function
you can't rhyme like the coalition can't find weapons of destruction
so worldwide from the street to the slammer
ya tryin to see if I stay true to my grammer
**** the glitz n glamma
hit them with the blitz n ammour
so yeah I'm ready to spit it drop it so sweet
aint been on this site for 2 damn weeks
don't need check back to know ya response is weak
fathead Kingpin is grilled,basically dead meat
lyrically I killed him like a first degree murder
and is heart reacted like he ate 40 double cheeseburgers
it stopped,he dropped but this aint the double R Anthem
I stomp a mudhole in your ass when I rap random
my stock has risen,like shares in Oil Prices of Texaco
rip ya eyeballs out like Johnny Depp in Once upon time in Mexico
Kingpin need to fall back he aint as big as Deebo
matter of fact you a little fish ya need find Nemo!

 

[C. Lee]

I'm still at work and all alone
Can't call out, trouble with the phone
Pretty girl over in the park
Damn she's leaving, it's getting dark
Hang out the window and call her over
Nearer she gets the more she looks like Rover
Oh well, I'll invite her in for a while
Might wind up doing some doggystyle

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Originally posted by Super_Ludacris
yeah people it's been a while let ya know I rock it
spit flames off the chain my chemicals of rhymes is toxic
I came to kill you fellas at this lyrical function
you can't rhyme like the coalition can't find weapons of destruction
so worldwide from the street to the slammer
ya tryin to see if I stay true to my grammer
**** the glitz n glamma
hit them with the blitz n ammour
so yeah I'm ready to spit it drop it so sweet
aint been on this site for 2 damn weeks
don't need check back to know ya response is weak
fathead Kingpin is grilled,basically dead meat
lyrically I killed him like a first degree murder
and is heart reacted like he ate 40 double cheeseburgers
it stopped,he dropped but this aint the double R Anthem
I stomp a mudhole in your ass when I rap random
my stock has risen,like shares in Oil Prices of Texaco
rip ya eyeballs out like Johnny Depp in Once upon time in Mexico
Kingpin need to fall back he aint as big as Deebo
matter of fact you a little fish ya need find Nemo!

May I have your attention please?
Would you please lay off the Pop Hip Hop cheese?
You're spits aren't random, they're easy to predict.
Like a 16 year old who ****s his first clit.
All you do is throw out pop culture references.
Others tried that, and that was the death of them.
You have no stock
You have no cock.
You can't kill **** because you don't have the stones.
You're just trying to keep up with the Jones.
I'm the mac, I'm the real McCoy.
You're nothing but a dick-whipped little boy.

 

[The Spawn]

Shiiiiiiiiit

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Shiiiiit? As in 'his was shiiiiit,' or 'I am the shiiiit?'

 

[The Spawn]

The latter

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Grassy Ass.


That's Spanish for Thank You

 

[The Spawn]

Yo, somebody call the cops, The Game is on the loose,
He'll throw you around in circles, and have you playin' duck, duck, goose.
Ha, ha...*****, it looks like your it,
I'm gonna whip out the needle, and pop this zit.
Thats right, your just a blemish, a speck of imperfection.
My lyrics are so hot and beautiful, you get erections.
I'm the Rap God you put in the election,
Back in Pre-School, they sent you to the Dunce Section.
At the prom, when you went up to girls, all you got was rejection,
When I'm done with you, you'll be added to my Lame Ass collection.
Heads lined up against my wall,
Reppin' the Lame-O's like you who were specks that were smaller than small.

 

[The Spawn]

More like Gangsta Spanish

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Or Stupid-White-High-School-Kid Spanish. God I hated high school.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

I'm just sitting here,
Twiddling my gauntleted thumbs.
everybody's run in fear.
Like being in public with the runs.
I've got no one to smack.
I've no got newbies to attack.
Poor me, wose me, comfort me.
What happened to the 'hip hop' Community?
Y'all came in calling me a poser.
Now you're nowhere to be seen.
I've run you off with a Bull Dozer.
I am the King of Rap, and Hip Hop is my queen.

 

[Assassin32]

Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
I'm just sitting here,
Twiddling my gauntleted thumbs.

I like that one, and I think everyone is waiting for The Spawn's new rap battle thread to start.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Spawn's Battle won't be a thread. it's going to be a chat.

 

[Assassin32]

Then I have no idea why things have slowed down here.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Now everybody raise their hands.
Put 'em up above your heads.
Do upside down handstands,
or sleep in vertical beds.
Now listen to what I have to say.
Make sure you wave your hands, or you will pay.
I'm the ****-killer.
******s call me Erik The Ripper.
I'll murder you, torture you.
Make you wish you were a Jew,
In ancient Egypt, that is.
Being a slave is better than taking my diss.
I'm the kind of rapper who writes on the fly.
I may be all smiles, but I'm no nice guy.
My grin is nothing but a facade.
I'm a ****ing Hell-Spawned God.
I carry a four-pound glock.
Just incase you like to get shot.
I'll pistol whip you in the face.
Your life will be over, closed-case.
Boom! Boom! Bang!
Damn, Erik just took out the whole Gang!
Where you running, gangsta?
I thought you were calling me a wanksta...
Run, *****, run, as fast as you can.
Run from the Acid-spitting Man.
My lyrics are epics, the best of the best.
Your lyrics are ****, can't stand up to the test.
I'm so bored that I'm rapping to myself.
It's so sad that you folded the cards you were dealt.
In this Poker game of Life, I'm the dealer.
And if you **** up, I'm the Grim Reaper.
Come to collect the money and you life.
And while I'm at it, I'll slam my business up in your wife.
You got kids? That's fantastic!
Let's see from how high I can drop the lil spastic!
He'll hit the pavement, then you'll all hit the dirt.
More than your feelings will be hurt.
You and your family will be dead.
When you're six feet deep, I'll gladly piss on your head.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Bah to you.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

God-damn you lazy people.

 

[The Kingpin]

God-damn us tired people

 

[Assassin32]

I think we are the only people who post rhymes in here that are on right now. Everyone else is......somewhere else.

 

[Assassin32]

Oh, I guess Kingpin's here, too.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Post, Kingpin! PosT! I have anger to unleash...