Rap Battles #2
Rap Battles #2
Hey whats up guys?
Just give me one sec,
Cuz a modified tradition im about to resurrect.
Thanks for clicking on the thread,
Now let the rhymes begin,
Get to typing and let the inner beats spin,
2nd time, cuz the first battle was one I was sure to win,
But heres edition 2 so let the fun begin,
Rules are the same,
Just like before,
You can rap about shred,
Or mothers being whores.
Personally, I think ill drop a little bit of philosophy,
But right now I don’t want to start any rivalry,
So ill open up this thread to my gangsta friends,
So they can start a dope rap battle again.
-Cleaver
Just give me one sec,
Cuz a modified tradition im about to resurrect.
Thanks for clicking on the thread,
Now let the rhymes begin,
Get to typing and let the inner beats spin,
2nd time, cuz the first battle was one I was sure to win,
But heres edition 2 so let the fun begin,
Rules are the same,
Just like before,
You can rap about shred,
Or mothers being whores.
Personally, I think ill drop a little bit of philosophy,
But right now I don’t want to start any rivalry,
So ill open up this thread to my gangsta friends,
So they can start a dope rap battle again.
-Cleaver
david
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Seath
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Part two, second post, time to spew my new boast.
Here's a toast to the most glorious host who can easily coast
into round two, where I've found you ready to astound you.
loading my lyrical shotty and beginning to talk cocky.
I'm ready to knock heads, I'm a fatman looking for mopeds.
to smash on, lets get this clash on, im the one you can put cash on.
and behold its come back ten fold, in controled and orderly fashion.
I'm getting my wax on like kung-fu,
if you'r not ready then pass on for round two.
there are few, if they only knew, should be prayin in a pew
cuz its my cue to tattoo, my special brew onto round two.
Here's a toast to the most glorious host who can easily coast
into round two, where I've found you ready to astound you.
loading my lyrical shotty and beginning to talk cocky.
I'm ready to knock heads, I'm a fatman looking for mopeds.
to smash on, lets get this clash on, im the one you can put cash on.
and behold its come back ten fold, in controled and orderly fashion.
I'm getting my wax on like kung-fu,
if you'r not ready then pass on for round two.
there are few, if they only knew, should be prayin in a pew
cuz its my cue to tattoo, my special brew onto round two.
- QuantumBalance
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Round three, yeah thats for me
set my lyrical chi free,
like playing ski free on LSD
rhymes clean like squeegee
metaphors floor yall like BBs to skulls
Girls grabbin my balls like 3 horney bulls
dont ask them to flow cuz its a mouth full
so I go for the ho the bull and the fro
which was shaved off,
not the head but the criotch
not the me but the biotch,
before I rode the see saw
saw that?
ideas fly by your head
like dreams from the first REM
in your sleep sequence
ud have to be in bed to believe this
you may type but I'll leave you speechless
go back to your round me - 1
cuz you cant beat this
set my lyrical chi free,
like playing ski free on LSD
rhymes clean like squeegee
metaphors floor yall like BBs to skulls
Girls grabbin my balls like 3 horney bulls
dont ask them to flow cuz its a mouth full
so I go for the ho the bull and the fro
which was shaved off,
not the head but the criotch
not the me but the biotch,
before I rode the see saw
saw that?
ideas fly by your head
like dreams from the first REM
in your sleep sequence
ud have to be in bed to believe this
you may type but I'll leave you speechless
go back to your round me - 1
cuz you cant beat this
- lightningbolt
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Here we go again
Here is David trying to defend
Don’t matter he still blows and sucks
Here is Seath and his best beat for him
Don’t matter he still slow as fuck
Here is Sam‘s finely timed rhymes on the mend
Don’t matter he still flow like muck
Here is me I may not be the best emcee you ever meet
Don’t matter I can still close you career with out even spending a buck
Ya’all are rhyming like fucking turds
I’m gonna beat ya like Saddam did to the Curds
I’m gonna toil over how I’m gonna lyrically murder ya
Then warp ya up in foil
Then boil ya
Then engulf ya in soil
David You been bombing ever since 1988
the year your sorry ass was bored
I just need to say your face looks like a fucked up piece of corn
Your so small you don’t even measure up to me
Soon everyone gonna see
You get stung by the bumblebee that is me
Now, I’m gonna try and keep this shit clean
Clean like the weed that I chased and laced
and jacked up with some with some wack shit
Sam your terrible in the sack
You say girls are whacking and grabbing at your balls
Your molesting you own balls and body
While you type on modified
Getting excited when Vasek hits a toe stall
I am like the brick-fucking wall
Your negative one-inch tall
Seath, I been trying to ignore how much your mother been a whore
It’s shocks me to my very core
To see your mom so sore from fucking guys
She such a bore and a whore
She don’t even get the quality guys
Because she looks like a ogre
She always tries to get into your orgies
No dice because she looks worse than 10,000 mice sliced.
And I don’t need another hit of weed to key in to tell you
that the seed don’t land far from the tree.
Whatcha smiling at Sam?
A can of spam smarter than you
You had your chance and you blew it
Now I’m gonna give ya a clue
So you can start to glue together
Why I’m so much better than you
It’s cuz ya’all are easy and breezy
Who have easy moms
Now please try stay calm
Let me whip out my chain and start to explain
This shit to idiots like yourselves
I got the beat to beat any of your same lame ass shit
You throw down
You’re a clown
All you bitches can't touch this!
You will try and you will not succeed
In doing these nasty rap deed
In summary
Ya’alls are a bunch of dicks with out any balls
No offence to anybody. I'm just playing!
Here is David trying to defend
Don’t matter he still blows and sucks
Here is Seath and his best beat for him
Don’t matter he still slow as fuck
Here is Sam‘s finely timed rhymes on the mend
Don’t matter he still flow like muck
Here is me I may not be the best emcee you ever meet
Don’t matter I can still close you career with out even spending a buck
Ya’all are rhyming like fucking turds
I’m gonna beat ya like Saddam did to the Curds
I’m gonna toil over how I’m gonna lyrically murder ya
Then warp ya up in foil
Then boil ya
Then engulf ya in soil
David You been bombing ever since 1988
the year your sorry ass was bored
I just need to say your face looks like a fucked up piece of corn
Your so small you don’t even measure up to me
Soon everyone gonna see
You get stung by the bumblebee that is me
Now, I’m gonna try and keep this shit clean
Clean like the weed that I chased and laced
and jacked up with some with some wack shit
Sam your terrible in the sack
You say girls are whacking and grabbing at your balls
Your molesting you own balls and body
While you type on modified
Getting excited when Vasek hits a toe stall
I am like the brick-fucking wall
Your negative one-inch tall
Seath, I been trying to ignore how much your mother been a whore
It’s shocks me to my very core
To see your mom so sore from fucking guys
She such a bore and a whore
She don’t even get the quality guys
Because she looks like a ogre
She always tries to get into your orgies
No dice because she looks worse than 10,000 mice sliced.
And I don’t need another hit of weed to key in to tell you
that the seed don’t land far from the tree.
Whatcha smiling at Sam?
A can of spam smarter than you
You had your chance and you blew it
Now I’m gonna give ya a clue
So you can start to glue together
Why I’m so much better than you
It’s cuz ya’all are easy and breezy
Who have easy moms
Now please try stay calm
Let me whip out my chain and start to explain
This shit to idiots like yourselves
I got the beat to beat any of your same lame ass shit
You throw down
You’re a clown
All you bitches can't touch this!
You will try and you will not succeed
In doing these nasty rap deed
In summary
Ya’alls are a bunch of dicks with out any balls
No offence to anybody. I'm just playing!
I think I going to take over Canada. You should help.
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- QuantumBalance
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"I just need to say your face looks like a fucked up piece of corn"
"No dice because she looks worse than 10,000 mice sliced."
Omg, these lines are creative and funny!
I'll do you like a playboy bunny
You think your nose is runny
but it's not, its a bloody cum shot
ew, I need that checked out
so first I'll need it out your mouth
I know its like a water spout
you so good you cause a drought
in my pouch, dont bite, ouch
tonight vouch for the clout of my touch
i pinch your finally honed footbag butt
now Ive had enough of your stuff
shredding in alaska,
yo its been fun
...
i invite the legions of footbaggers to check it
when its comes to Melissa,
get laid,you can expect it
"No dice because she looks worse than 10,000 mice sliced."
Omg, these lines are creative and funny!
I'll do you like a playboy bunny
You think your nose is runny
but it's not, its a bloody cum shot
ew, I need that checked out
so first I'll need it out your mouth
I know its like a water spout
you so good you cause a drought
in my pouch, dont bite, ouch
tonight vouch for the clout of my touch
i pinch your finally honed footbag butt
now Ive had enough of your stuff
shredding in alaska,
yo its been fun
...
i invite the legions of footbaggers to check it
when its comes to Melissa,
get laid,you can expect it
Hi.
This little rap here goes out to lightning bolt,
Cuz her rhymes are as wack as a devil cult,
Her lyrics didn’t rhyme and they didn’t make sense,
So let me hit this retaliation right over the fence.
Im stepping up and im stepping tall,
Cuz im the rapper that just happens to preside over all,
Melissa busts raps like she thinks she’s some kind of magician,
But let every word I spit is a verbal incision,
Im not going to be mean, but im going to bring the truth atcha,
I think it’s to cold where you’re living In Alaska,
Maybe your brains frozen and it affects your abilities,
Or maybe you’re to poor to pay your utilities.
Im world wide just check the atlas,
Melissa your wack and you fall to match this.
If I ran for president id get everyone’s vote,
Now sit down with your binder and start to take notes.
First off, you said my face is messed up like corn,
Well hey; at least I’m not into midget porn.
Now I haven’t seen any footage of your game,
But judging from your blog it’s all really lame,
Check it out cuz im on the clear path to BAP,
All the stuff you hit is a load of crap,
I’m rich cuz im wealthy; I got a 4 car garage,
Maybe you can go in it and skool mirage,
I understand if it’s to cold out to shred,
But you should take up some other hobby besides rapping instead.
Now I hope I didn’t lay down the smack real hard,
But I just had to show you which gangsters in charge.
If someone else calls you wack, I do concur,
Cuz im sick of battling amateurs.
(all said jokingly)
-David
This little rap here goes out to lightning bolt,
Cuz her rhymes are as wack as a devil cult,
Her lyrics didn’t rhyme and they didn’t make sense,
So let me hit this retaliation right over the fence.
Im stepping up and im stepping tall,
Cuz im the rapper that just happens to preside over all,
Melissa busts raps like she thinks she’s some kind of magician,
But let every word I spit is a verbal incision,
Im not going to be mean, but im going to bring the truth atcha,
I think it’s to cold where you’re living In Alaska,
Maybe your brains frozen and it affects your abilities,
Or maybe you’re to poor to pay your utilities.
Im world wide just check the atlas,
Melissa your wack and you fall to match this.
If I ran for president id get everyone’s vote,
Now sit down with your binder and start to take notes.
First off, you said my face is messed up like corn,
Well hey; at least I’m not into midget porn.
Now I haven’t seen any footage of your game,
But judging from your blog it’s all really lame,
Check it out cuz im on the clear path to BAP,
All the stuff you hit is a load of crap,
I’m rich cuz im wealthy; I got a 4 car garage,
Maybe you can go in it and skool mirage,
I understand if it’s to cold out to shred,
But you should take up some other hobby besides rapping instead.
Now I hope I didn’t lay down the smack real hard,
But I just had to show you which gangsters in charge.
If someone else calls you wack, I do concur,
Cuz im sick of battling amateurs.
(all said jokingly)
-David
david
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Seath
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I regret to inform you, this is a reformed dude.
this conversation has seen malversation,
there is no debating relating to what a few of you knew
when you grew to an age where your anger and rage
released from it's cage through the words that you engage
your sin has bin given to me when you speak, through these week
things you say. the flow you ruined it
bringing in the female parental unit.
u aint toying, your more annoying
than a mormon at my door, trying to score
another converted whore.
I admire your desire to spit fire
you perspire cuz you require
to use flyers to acquire
a level higher than expired
you bug me like a wire
I'll send you to the pyre
you'll burn on fire
My style is wild, yours is mild
you fucked with cheap rap
and produced a love child.
These raps I compiled
defile your rap style.
this situations sticky like a trippy hippys bag of grass
if you bypass the crevasse, I exhort you to build fort
cuz your subclass ass wont be passed by my gun
I got 99 problems and this bitch is one
lights camera action what gun?
I'm Canadiun, and although its fun
and fine the only tek 9
we see is on our mP3's
this conversation has seen malversation,
there is no debating relating to what a few of you knew
when you grew to an age where your anger and rage
released from it's cage through the words that you engage
your sin has bin given to me when you speak, through these week
things you say. the flow you ruined it
bringing in the female parental unit.
u aint toying, your more annoying
than a mormon at my door, trying to score
another converted whore.
I admire your desire to spit fire
you perspire cuz you require
to use flyers to acquire
a level higher than expired
you bug me like a wire
I'll send you to the pyre
you'll burn on fire
My style is wild, yours is mild
you fucked with cheap rap
and produced a love child.
These raps I compiled
defile your rap style.
this situations sticky like a trippy hippys bag of grass
if you bypass the crevasse, I exhort you to build fort
cuz your subclass ass wont be passed by my gun
I got 99 problems and this bitch is one
lights camera action what gun?
I'm Canadiun, and although its fun
and fine the only tek 9
we see is on our mP3's
Last edited by Seath on 07 Dec 2004 15:26, edited 3 times in total.
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Senor Grommet
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- Location: Greater Santa Cruz, CA
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When you say "big fat #@$%, " does it rhyme with bass?
Cause the only thing BIG about you is your ass . . .
The best rhymes spit yet have come from SEATH,
While all you children jockey for position underneath,
The masterful spittery I exhibit should be no surprise,
unless of course, like David your heads between your thighs
Too bad your neck's not quite long enough to reach,
that cavernous space 'tween your cheeks,
If it were I'd say without doubt,
From whence stems the etiology of your self-doubt.
Im sick of these forumers transforming like Voltron,
from little whiny bitches to thesaurus-based rappers like Deltron
If you cant spit the truth, then you might as well swallow,
Or Ill fill your cranial cavity with piss like its hollow.
Cause the only thing BIG about you is your ass . . .
The best rhymes spit yet have come from SEATH,
While all you children jockey for position underneath,
The masterful spittery I exhibit should be no surprise,
unless of course, like David your heads between your thighs
Too bad your neck's not quite long enough to reach,
that cavernous space 'tween your cheeks,
If it were I'd say without doubt,
From whence stems the etiology of your self-doubt.
Im sick of these forumers transforming like Voltron,
from little whiny bitches to thesaurus-based rappers like Deltron
If you cant spit the truth, then you might as well swallow,
Or Ill fill your cranial cavity with piss like its hollow.
Last edited by Senor Grommet on 07 Dec 2004 22:11, edited 1 time in total.
My name: Jeremy Mirken, AKA Chocolatey Shatner, AKA jerk enemy rim.
I kick it with trunk chef elf and liz luck key my.
I kick it with trunk chef elf and liz luck key my.
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Seath
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Phish, that's what I see,
a poster on my wall beside one of Bob Marley
And next to these you will see Jimi
that is the hendrix train
besides Kurt Cobain
but these are between
a pole and rage against the machine
this is a look into my room
and the posters on the wall
that i bought at the mall
some are small, some are tall
some are behind bottles of alcohol
but they all fall cuz of the shitty tape I use
I must abuse the use of pins to keep em in
cuz when they drop to the floor
I can't shred no more, and its a chore
to clear more floor, oh what a bore
my posters are my inspiration for this deviation
i'll write a textbook, for the nation on contemplation
before you fight as you write lines cold as ice.
this is thrice i added spice contrary to your advice
I'm nice, your vice is vile flow, my device
just so you know is flow that will go till i expire and retire
I'm the friar of this church, or maybe the pastor
i'm the faster master, you're as slow as drying plaster.
your crew is falling like shit from a pigeon
take my pamphlet, examine it and convert to my religion
we can spread the good word and vision.
this here post is the division
of those who are weak and those who are conditioned
your bleak rap's weak, it must reak
your antique technique sounds like squaks from a beak.
this treat has finished, you've been diminished, this sick ish, is now a classic.
a poster on my wall beside one of Bob Marley
And next to these you will see Jimi
that is the hendrix train
besides Kurt Cobain
but these are between
a pole and rage against the machine
this is a look into my room
and the posters on the wall
that i bought at the mall
some are small, some are tall
some are behind bottles of alcohol
but they all fall cuz of the shitty tape I use
I must abuse the use of pins to keep em in
cuz when they drop to the floor
I can't shred no more, and its a chore
to clear more floor, oh what a bore
my posters are my inspiration for this deviation
i'll write a textbook, for the nation on contemplation
before you fight as you write lines cold as ice.
this is thrice i added spice contrary to your advice
I'm nice, your vice is vile flow, my device
just so you know is flow that will go till i expire and retire
I'm the friar of this church, or maybe the pastor
i'm the faster master, you're as slow as drying plaster.
your crew is falling like shit from a pigeon
take my pamphlet, examine it and convert to my religion
we can spread the good word and vision.
this here post is the division
of those who are weak and those who are conditioned
your bleak rap's weak, it must reak
your antique technique sounds like squaks from a beak.
this treat has finished, you've been diminished, this sick ish, is now a classic.
- QuantumBalance
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jazzy clouds circle vulturous
skies beam sun rays tumultuous
molten sense business hemorage
raging pain firing lines eastern time
dont whine you little $@$)&
its an itch so scratch it
survive in the wild like hatchet
give me a ratchet and ill build you the world
give me a girl and ill let it go to hell
give me a beat youll find me on my feet
shredding balls shredding bags and
everything in between
tweet tweet pretty bird learn how absurd
your words burn my brain its the
same old compost again
except you only recycle reduce and reuse
your vocabulary, do you think its febuary?
its december ill give u a flow to remember
your standing under a tree
so hear me yell TIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMBEEEEER
skies beam sun rays tumultuous
molten sense business hemorage
raging pain firing lines eastern time
dont whine you little $@$)&
its an itch so scratch it
survive in the wild like hatchet
give me a ratchet and ill build you the world
give me a girl and ill let it go to hell
give me a beat youll find me on my feet
shredding balls shredding bags and
everything in between
tweet tweet pretty bird learn how absurd
your words burn my brain its the
same old compost again
except you only recycle reduce and reuse
your vocabulary, do you think its febuary?
its december ill give u a flow to remember
your standing under a tree
so hear me yell TIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMBEEEEER
- QuantumBalance
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yall are slow so heres one more
throwin ideas in your mind
like "OPEN UP THAT DOOR!"
all the mcs wanna rhyme with
whoa there, step back > hopover swirl
I'm the best me in the whole world
Im so good I can hit far reverse whirl
cars perverse curls, plumes of smoke
choke all yall tokers, yall proud stoners
checkin my moms with boners
if you knew what she looked like
youd know your dissing yourselves
i saw your rap in kmart
but I left it on the shelves
your wankers small like elves
my oceans sea like shells
meaning unclear like ringing bells
far away another day future past
ill see you never and end up in at last
if you wanna diss me then do,
but just know im above you
throwin ideas in your mind
like "OPEN UP THAT DOOR!"
all the mcs wanna rhyme with
whoa there, step back > hopover swirl
I'm the best me in the whole world
Im so good I can hit far reverse whirl
cars perverse curls, plumes of smoke
choke all yall tokers, yall proud stoners
checkin my moms with boners
if you knew what she looked like
youd know your dissing yourselves
i saw your rap in kmart
but I left it on the shelves
your wankers small like elves
my oceans sea like shells
meaning unclear like ringing bells
far away another day future past
ill see you never and end up in at last
if you wanna diss me then do,
but just know im above you
- QuantumBalance
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Seath
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Your boast helps me coast into post four
Time to drop some more, time to open up store
or shop, I must stop the lines you drop
I must smash you down through the ground
so you'll be found in the town
of Jeremy and King Monkey
my rhymes are funky, yours is clunky, you ass junkie.
I generalise but you all realise that you cant stop me
I"m cocky with this copy
like paul coffey is with hockey
But I have good reason to
in this contest of beefin, you a vegan foo.
you're leakin from the eyes, you cryin too
the few who grew to be
as lanky as me can see me
drop bombs like the bush administration
does to the iraqi nation
and uses this as a demonstration
to keep the Haitians quakin.
My shotgun effect on this forums dialect
brings some disrespect but, my accurate tar-get
hasn't landed on anyone yet.
No one's damaged my image yet, and I bet
that I get a few of yous to verbally abuse the image that I choose.
Lightning bolt, had some balls, with her seath dissing calls
But I left her crying in the stalls.
now she's broke enough to steal from malls
This is a casting call, over looking Robert Duvall
and directing it to yall, to start to play ball
it's nothing or all, shit,
take my image and start to maul it
i bet yalls have no balls to step to me
cuz I see you overlook my submissions, and its got me wishin
someone would have fun and shun me, START DISSIN.
Time to drop some more, time to open up store
or shop, I must stop the lines you drop
I must smash you down through the ground
so you'll be found in the town
of Jeremy and King Monkey
my rhymes are funky, yours is clunky, you ass junkie.
I generalise but you all realise that you cant stop me
I"m cocky with this copy
like paul coffey is with hockey
But I have good reason to
in this contest of beefin, you a vegan foo.
you're leakin from the eyes, you cryin too
the few who grew to be
as lanky as me can see me
drop bombs like the bush administration
does to the iraqi nation
and uses this as a demonstration
to keep the Haitians quakin.
My shotgun effect on this forums dialect
brings some disrespect but, my accurate tar-get
hasn't landed on anyone yet.
No one's damaged my image yet, and I bet
that I get a few of yous to verbally abuse the image that I choose.
Lightning bolt, had some balls, with her seath dissing calls
But I left her crying in the stalls.
now she's broke enough to steal from malls
This is a casting call, over looking Robert Duvall
and directing it to yall, to start to play ball
it's nothing or all, shit,
take my image and start to maul it
i bet yalls have no balls to step to me
cuz I see you overlook my submissions, and its got me wishin
someone would have fun and shun me, START DISSIN.

