The Rap Battle Thread

[The Kingpin]

Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
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."

That part was really good

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Danke

 

[AbayTimma]

why do you say that, its foolish.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Originally posted by AbayTimma
why do you say that, its foolish.

Correction: 'Why do you say that? It's foolish.'

Response: Eat me, junior.

 

[DJ BLASTER]

shut up u flamming queer, who the hell says eat me junior/

oh im sorry, "comma" .........

timma call: TTUH- TUH- TIMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHH- UUUUNNNNITTT!!!!1111

 

[The Kingpin]

DJ BLASTER-AbayTimma

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Originally posted by DJ BLASTER
shut up u flamming queer, who the hell says eat me junior/

oh im sorry, "comma" .........

timma call: TTUH- TUH- TIMMMMAAAAAAHHHHHHH- UUUUNNNNITTT!!!!1111

Obviously, I say 'Eat me, junior.' Because it applies to both sides of your person. The UBER-GAY side, and the scared little boy side.

So go roll a doobie filled with my feces, smoke it, choke, and die, you little insignificant piece of nothing

 

[AbayTimma]

i swear thats not me, its my friend

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Your sig is too long.

 

[AbayTimma]

alright. ill change it homie. lol

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Sweetness

 

[Assassin32]

I sit, patiently, waiting for a challenge
Armed from head to toe in armor
Fiddling with my talons
Paranoid from any sound in my home
Anxiously, prepared to slit any MC's throat
But what happened to this place?
As I finish off this last bottle of gin
It seems our thread has been defaced
By them *****es that claim rock has been
Dominating the scene, and rap is done
The mother****in' heavy metal lovers have come

You see, all I want to do is box these rockers
While those **** just want get close to rock my boxers
So, I cock the glock, sir
Throw down the hammers are tear up that kevlar
Leaving more than scars,
Yeah, my caps pushed straight through their cars
Do you feel me? I'm that void
That boy who ends joy and keeps morticians employed
So if you still want to test me, we can bust them toys
But be prepared the night before to have a youself a foy

But it seems my rhymes are just too magical for you to scathe
So I'm turning in this Uzi and shank for a Keyblade
So now if you want some just stand up and say:
"Assassin, I'm ready, haul me off to my grave"

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

There isn't going to be no hauling.
Especially by this Assassin punk who thinks he's ballin'.
You're spitting about killing, firing your gun.
*****, I'm still living, so you better ****ing run.
Take your Uzi or your KeyBlade.
Doesn't change the fact that you never get laid.
You carry a big gun but no cock.
But my dick is bigger than my glock.
Whoa, man! Hold on to little John.
I said that and this *** got a hard on!
You talk about rocking people's boxers.
You're the kind of stuck-up ****er who wears Dockers.
I'm here to destroy you, rip you apart.
You are the bullseye, I'm the ****ing dart.
So move on you wanna be punk.
Messin' with me is like getting in front of Shaq's dunk.

 

[incurock31]

Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
There isn't going to be no hauling.
Especially by this Assassin punk who thinks he's ballin'.
You're spitting about killing, firing your gun.
*****, I'm still living, so you better ****ing run.
Take your Uzi or your KeyBlade.
Doesn't change the fact that you never get laid.
You carry a big gun but no cock.
But my dick is bigger than my glock.
Whoa, man! Hold on to little John.
I said that and this *** got a hard on!
You talk about rocking people's boxers.
You're the kind of stuck-up ****er who wears Dockers.
I'm here to destroy you, rip you apart.
You are the bullseye, I'm the ****ing dart.
So move on you wanna be punk.
Messin' with me is like getting in front of Shaq's dunk.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

I love that pic.

 

[Erik Magnus Lehnsherr]

Just sitting here, killing time.
Waiting for some fool to bust a rhyme.
I'll be on him like R Kelly at prom.
I'll ****ing drop the Lyrical A-Bomb.
So go on, son.
Grab you gun.
Come in here and rip some ****.
just so I can get back and decimate it.

 

[TheCheshireCat]

Originally posted by Assassin32
I sit, patiently, waiting for a challenge
Armed from head to toe in armor
Fiddling with my talons
Paranoid from any sound in my home
Anxiously, prepared to slit any MC's throat
But what happened to this place?
As I finish off this last bottle of gin
It seems our thread has been defaced
By them *****es that claim rock has been
Dominating the scene, and rap is done
The mother****in' heavy metal lovers have come

You see, all I want to do is box these rockers
While those **** just want get close to rock my boxers
So, I cock the glock, sir
Throw down the hammers are tear up that kevlar
Leaving more than scars,
Yeah, my caps pushed straight through their cars
Do you feel me? I'm that void
That boy who ends joy and keeps morticians employed
So if you still want to test me, we can bust them toys
But be prepared the night before to have a youself a foy

But it seems my rhymes are just too magical for you to scathe
So I'm turning in this Uzi and shank for a Keyblade
So now if you want some just stand up and say:
"Assassin, I'm ready, haul me off to my grave"

Silly little man you still play with toys?
Step up your game you're with the big boys
You're sitting there in the dark wearing what?
Talons and armor? You a German ****?

I feel ya man, you got a right to be paranoid
Your droppin rhymes but they coming up void
You wanna box rockers and suck cockers
Something about **** and soccers?
This is a rap thread we ain't making time for rockers
Besides, only your boyfriend wants to rock your boxers

By the time you cock your glock
I'll have unloaded two shots
First one hits your chest
Stuns you puts your body to rest
Give you a chance to consider your killer
This is standard for me only 2pac's iller
Second one blows through the head
To end your pain and verify you're dead

 

[Assassin32]

Originally posted by Erik Magnus Lehnsherr
There isn't going to be no hauling.
Especially by this Assassin punk who thinks he's ballin'.
You're spitting about killing, firing your gun.
*****, I'm still living, so you better ****ing run.
Take your Uzi or your KeyBlade.
Doesn't change the fact that you never get laid.
You carry a big gun but no cock.
But my dick is bigger than my glock.
Whoa, man! Hold on to little John.
I said that and this *** got a hard on!
You talk about rocking people's boxers.
You're the kind of stuck-up ****er who wears Dockers.
I'm here to destroy you, rip you apart.
You are the bullseye, I'm the ****ing dart.
So move on you wanna be punk.
Messin' with me is like getting in front of Shaq's dunk.

EML says I'll never get laid
He talks about c*cks and glocks
Dockers and rockin' the spot for days
But the truth is I'm paid, so stop showin' me shade
Your ****in' weak Erik, a crock
Your **** is played, so stop
Drop the act, I'm runnin' these blocks
So, if you want some action stick your dick in your X-Box

Dog, lay off the crack
You think your dunkin' like Shaq?
You couldn't drop me back to save your worthless punk-ass
Cause, homie, you know I'm Vlade
Pull out the shotty, and stiffen up everybody
That's for tryin' to battle so gaudy,
With a 2- time felon
Open fire on this tellin' Helen, who's as yellow as his piss, then,
I'll let my barrel start yellin', scream into in the night, and,
Have you takin' more shots to the face than Sir Ian McKellen

Damn!

I'm at my prime while your lines have gotten slow
So, stop tryin' to rhyme and just try to flow
Now it's time to send your ass home
B*tch, get the **** off my throne
I'll pull you spine out your a**hole,
Then crack open your dome
Maybe you'll stop thinkin' your great if I let your brain air out
Now, scream for your me, b*tch, let me hear your last shout!

 

[Assassin32]

Originally posted by TheCheshireCat
Silly little man you still play with toys?
Step up your game you're with the big boys
You're sitting there in the dark wearing what?
Talons and armor? You a German ****?

I feel ya man, you got a right to be paranoid
Your droppin rhymes but they coming up void
You wanna box rockers and suck cockers
Something about **** and soccers?
This is a rap thread we ain't making time for rockers
Besides, only your boyfriend wants to rock your boxers

By the time you cock your glock
I'll have unloaded two shots
First one hits your chest
Stuns you puts your body to rest
Give you a chance to consider your killer
This is standard for me only 2pac's iller
Second one blows through the head
To end your pain and verify you're dead

Is there another one?
Well, that's cool
Because I got another gun
One that will make it worthless to run, when the bullets come
But, what?
You say he's not worth my dose?
I should snap the chamber closed?
Crack open a Corona and hand this hatin' ***** a soda?
But I was just about to spit out fire in a plethora
I was going to make his life as miserable as the Bora
Tear him up quick and stand as the master, like Yoda
But why shouldn't I battle him and leave his psyche scarred?
What did you say?
Look at his avatar?
Oh ****, I see why I shouldn't waste my time with him in these fora
He's no MC, he's Dora the Explora!!!

 

[KniteYxSpydeY]

what's a fora

 

[Assassin32]

Originally posted by KniteYxSpydeY
what's a fora

fo·ra, n.- A plural of forum.

 

[TheCheshireCat]

Originally posted by Assassin32
Is there another one?
Well, that's cool
Because I got another gun
One that will make it worthless to run, when the bullets come
But, what?
You say he's not worth my dose?
I should snap the chamber closed?
Crack open a Corona and hand this hatin' ***** a soda?
But I was just about to spit out fire in a plethora
I was going to make his life as miserable as the Bora
Tear him up quick and stand as the master, like Yoda
But why shouldn't I battle him and leave his psyche scarred?
What did you say?
Look at his avatar?
Oh ****, I see why I shouldn't waste my time with him in these fora
He's no MC, he's Dora the Explora!!!

Ok once more, except not CRAP this time.

 

[The Kingpin]

Originally posted by Assassin32
Is there another one?
Well, that's cool
Because I got another gun
One that will make it worthless to run, when the bullets come
But, what?
You say he's not worth my dose?
I should snap the chamber closed?
Crack open a Corona and hand this hatin' ***** a soda?
But I was just about to spit out fire in a plethora
I was going to make his life as miserable as the Bora
Tear him up quick and stand as the master, like Yoda
But why shouldn't I battle him and leave his psyche scarred?
What did you say?
Look at his avatar?
Oh ****, I see why I shouldn't waste my time with him in these fora
He's no MC, he's Dora the Explora!!!

 

[The Spawn]

I really don't see why I'm continuing this,
Maybe its because I want you to take some note on how to dis.
You gotta team up with a friend or two,
Cuz by yourself, your ass is screwed.
You better call in a recking crew,
Cuz with my 20 G's a year, there'll be a bounty for you.
Who said in rap the ****s gotta be spelled right?
Your just another white boy, whose pants are on just a little too tight.

 

[TheCheshireCat]

Originally posted by The Spawn
I really don't see why I'm continuing this,
Maybe its because I want you to take some note on how to dis.
You gotta team up with a friend or two,
Cuz by yourself, your ass is screwed.
You better call in a recking crew,
Cuz with my 20 G's a year, there'll be a bounty for you.
Who said in rap the ****s gotta be spelled right?
Your just another white boy, whose pants are on just a little too tight.

If I wanna make you fall
Who the hell needs to call?
I'm iller than the World Class Wrecking Crew
Just like a mythical dragon you about to be slew
Or rather lyrically slain
My rhymes are like me they maintain
Composure not to mention poise
I make lyrical masterpieces you just make noise
I'm like rock in a river nothing to lose
Under constant pressure but I come out smooth
You hafta hire a killer, I handle it myself
Put my gloves on and take the gun off the shelf
Who needs friends, I roll without back
You can bring yours to help you pick up the slack
But you'll leave in a metaphorical sack
The next victims of my lyrical attack