Freestyle battle

Join in friends
So you can meet your end
In a freestyle battle
Where my prattle does win
I came to own your lyricism
No guest appearances
Voices in my head
And you know you're hearing this
Admire stare glare gloat
I really care... nope

Write some words if you think you can stand
Up and man up I make you turn your fan up
Cause' it's the hotness
Not fake like lochness
Real like the player and I already got this

You aint got nothin'
I can hear you puffin'
Hear your mind clicking over,
As you read my words, you cover,
Cover your eyes, cuz you no,
You cant compete.....no,
I can hear the scribble of your pen,
As you sit in your little den,
Cant think, cant write, cant rhyme,
You got nothin' I'll win this time.....

Now I don't know
What you've been told
This woman's words
Run pure like gold
I'm too hot to hold
And you're not bold
enough
To make me look back at you
When I'm walking through
Boy you just won't do

You need a voice that got the flow
Some rhythm and a perfect throw
You're the throwback
And I'm the show
I'd keep goin' but I have to go...

lol

Web fed kiddies in your mother's rich house
biting back on profanity for fear of soap in your mouths
maybe refreshing the page, editing your post
but it ain't no different to leaving the stage
just submitting a post.
so step down
little Gs in your middle class cribs
with your low calibre keyboards you're cracking my ribs
you ain't clicking over nothing, running no gold, just tapping at keys
like the constant tick tock of the clock or feet of the bourgeousie
infilitrating, ever raping, another working class deal
Fools. Put your words on the street, to a beat, and make them real
but mummy's baby hears no evil...no, even I dont hear you now,
can you hear MY evils?! Cause -like see no evil- I dont see how
you can spit back at this, but like dealer myths
I'll tick you a shot, listen careful and read my lips
cause there's a three and three zeros says:
You cant beat this
so type like you never, little G, blow your lot
I'm waiting on your wisdom...
So lets see what you've got

I mite be to weak and can not smile,
But, you cant beat my style,
Writting from the land down under,
I never slip and never blunder,
I dunno whats up with 'Matt',
He started this, now wont go tit for tat,
And 'Bob Shank' THE moderator,
You have style like an alligator,
If your the show 'Beautiful Chaos,
Your fired sweetie cause now Im the boss,
And 'Vix' Breakin' it down wit da G's,
C'mon girl, I mean....please,
You guys still aint got sh*t,
Cause my friends I am IT,
No point to say "Bring it on"
Because I have already WON.....!

(* Matt, Bob, Chaos, Vix Im just playin :-))

Ill pay credit where its due,
But nothing Ill be paying you ,
Sit back down in the corner,
My cartman size ass will smother,
Your little rhyme about your cartoon,
How old are you? ...... like two?
Id rather not no how to spell,
Then have people leave, cause of the smell,
Ill eat my rat steak,
With a side dish of rattle snake.

(Playin')

Its time to settle the score,
your rhymes are starting to bore,

Stay in schooland study,
Cause your come backs are getting muddy,
Your profile says- AGE 81,
Still in school? What are you dumb?

Yeah, Im an elaphant, and never forget,
Messin' with this you will regret,
Ill come at you from all sides,
What to say next, you cant decide,
A Chuck Norris with ONE HUNDRED fists,
Wouldnt terrorise, he 61 with arthritus,
I still devour your dish, bones and all,
To continue your beating....Its your call.

:-)

Bob Bob blah blah
Make me laugh with your little quips
You're like an old little man with a broken hip
Your whole style consists of 3 liner trists
With no twist just a fist saying "IM THE BEST"
But you see don't flee from me cuz here's the test
Here's a forum that is blessed if you're a true lyricist
But you're not
Because of a little bit of love you think you're hot
Talking about what you think you got
All your battles sound the same I'm sick of that

The clowns above this post
Can eat a roast' nut
C'mon Chuck?
Get a new way to mock
You're like those frat boy jocks
Still yelling out "WHAT" like you were
Lil John Dave Chapelle joke biting mutts

You couldn't even win a battle by yourself
The last fight you were in was against your bookshelf
And the bookshelf won
I'm just having fun making you all look dumb
The words just come
Straight from me Just plain me

Sooo now heres matt,
You finally show your face,
How long it take you to think up that?
Now time for you to be put in your place,

From you i wont run,
Cause even you know your done,
I can feel in your words, Matt,
Your frieghtened, like a little cat,
Your gone for days,
Come back and your threads a blaze,
you read, all confused and in a daze,
You sit with your pen, limp wristed,
Thorts all twisted,
Cause YOU know,
this thread is mine.....

:-)

Ha ha, after 24 hours I thought this post was dead
It would seem speaking ironically and mocking post modernity had your heads
cracking jokes over 'G's', and capitalist ideology
Sorry, I overestimated, thinking you'd get what I said.
Bless ya'll. Its cute: talking mean. But you're lexically weak
Watching ya'll tripping like first-timers
Makes me sorry that my words grove sheek
but I ain't used to kiddies play, when it comes to rymes
I'll try though and keep it simple for you darlings...
So here's my lines:
Though I'm used to having guys at my feet
I ain't used to waiting days for them to get off their knees
'Elephant boy' whats this jibberish?! Homocide with 'Rat steak' ?!
*Rule one: Using any word to create a rhyme is a FOOLS mistake*
So if you ain't got nothing worth it to say
hush little boys, trying to contend
though its cute to see y'all trying to talk like men
But hey, though I'm generous I ain't no babysitter, so here's my deal:
How about you live a little first, just take some time.
Hit me up when you're grown
-But first learn to walk before you run
Oh...and talk before you rhyme.

(Are we meant to add disclaimers here? lol)

Big up Mc bob in da' house! lol

What up, you telling me my rhymes suck
when ya only argument involves -well...dolls and ducks
ya going quack old man, let me tell you that
I swear this now, instead of cursing out:
You're two more lines from a heart attack,
Bob, leave it to girls because as well as ryhming
the way we play are barbies have the boys all whining
brains or curves, when it comes to sexes it'll always be girls
but, yo, I ain't even arguing that, cause that ain't ryming
...I'm just stating a fact
No, to all you in here, what i'm saying is this,
you can ryhme duck with suck or same with lame,
but it dont make you clever,
so, generous as ever, let me say it again:

My rhymes just get better, but y'all take the piss
This ain't even a battle cause all I gotta' do
Is bend a little like that...so that ya'll can kiss this

...and fella's dont hate me, cause you know that that's true.

I dont know if mistakes hurt
Cause I dont make them
Any balls you got to say you're better
Bring them, fool
Cause I Will break 'em.
We're all the same, all equal...as Orwell said
Only some more equal than others, and anyway...
Oops...Orwell's dead.
So hear me now, 'new kid on the block'
You came in to this with an attitude
But you'll leave in shock.
Can someone else bring it...and show this kid what they've got?

Unknown profile for now .. funny sh*t
I've been banned more than you've ever logged in you little twit
Bob knows who this is, so does Janis Dainz
The site owners with girls names Too funny too lame
To think a little tiny peon like you can match
Or catch rhymes coming at you way too fast

Bob your style's a bore it's the same old same
And you're the same ol' lame
With the same rhyme game
Without personal progression what can you claim?

But don't call Bob a pedophile cuz I already have
About 2 or 3 years ago that's once when I got banned

But this is a lyric battle - it's nothing personal
No need to resort to attacking personal arsenals

Vix you're some chick you think you are well liked
But real men like me don't like dykes
So take some advice and take a hike

Bob you couldn't write a rhyme to save your life
That didn't look like it was written by a kid who was five

The Tasteless .. must be wasted so taste this
And make quick haste
if this was poker I'm the aces
And you are a two and Bob's holding a three
But he can't hold in his pee
So take your immature and old raps and leave this be
Leave it to pros like me
And let Bob have his diaper
The lyrical lifer to a tee
Is just plain me

Now I know Im knew to this rap game
but I had to chip in coz most of you guys post are lame
2weak2smile your name says it all
give up now before you take the fall
matt, the one who started this post
you've hardly contributed so your pretty much a ghost
Bob your response is becoming really lame
so you might as well quit this little game
now for the rest of you in this
you're the ones im not going to diss
Ill back my gender all the way
coz we're the ones that will bring you guys down at the end of the day!

So it seems the mood has changed,
But 'Vix' still tryin to break it down,
Like a pussy cat with mange,
But its me, not you, who wears the crown,

Do your research no taste,
"Star of david?" Im not hebrew,
Hitler was a pedofile,
And you just said he's you,

And 'DarkAngel' whats this this sh*t?
Im already on the floor,
Makin my way to the top of this post,
Watchin all of yous, run for the door,
Just make sure your ass's dont get hit!

And 'Tasteless' yet again,
You use the same ol' line,
Doin' that,.... nothin you'll gain,
You sound like 'Vix', just whine, whine.

I'll eat yous like Hannibal,
Come at you like Chucky,
To keep up with me, your unable,
But this is just a rhyme battle,
So concider yourselves, just too lucky.....

With rhymes like these I need not even speak,
like Vanilla Ice talking black: your words before uttered are already beat,
your arguments cheap -Hell, is calling me a dyke
meant to be an attack?!
Ha ha. Fella' if you cant tell a gay from a straight
That's YOUR problem...cause its you, sweetheart, who ain't gonna' get laid!
I'd teach you the difference, but you'd better ask daddy for that speech
...and I'd say get a lay
-but I dont want to tease with whats outa' your reach.
So stop talking big and listen: Prejudice against gays only implies
You ain't some masculine hetro, but a repressed queen in disguise.
so lovey, if you ever need advice on guys
pm me and I can advise
-some ruby slippers for dorothy over there with the delicate eyes.
Otherwise, take Toto and click those heels
Cause like shuffling your glittered slippers
Talking big ain't going to make your gyp real.
And if these rhymes seem sick to any of you
Educate yourself...because brains are power. Wake up boys, I ain't ya' mother and this isn't high school.
I may talk clever, but I'm proud to have brains
It means that, say what you please, but that the truth remians:
You cant win me with misguided blows
Toting pistols obscene in an untrained hand
Neither beats knowledge nor guides where those bullets will land.

Truth be truth, and always that way,
Lets -from here- make this real and...
Say what ya' please, but KNOW WHAT YOU SAY.

;)

What ever that was, makes no sense,
Your running scared and fast,
Jumping fence after fence,
Chasing you, Im the visious dog, you see last,

Tasteless, cant you count?
The star of which you speak,
The one of david, has a point of 6,
Not 5 like mine, and mines not that weak,

ALL you guys are just,
Smoke on the water,
And will fade in the wind,
I am forever, I am The river,
Just like the river,
I can be calm or unforgiving,
And rhymes like rapids, I deliver,
I am cool, calm and collected,
While you all sit and shiver,
Cause you, your parents, neglected.
So dont take it out on me,
That you were never protceted,
Ill be the last one standing, You'll see....

:-)

Your rhymes are extinct,
Just like the caveman,
But you just keep runnin' them,
Its not your fault they are so weak,
Its just when you speak,
Your so full of sh*t, throat full o' flem,
These rhymes just spill from my pen,
Iv already beat you, you must have blinked.

You maybe right,
Bout the caveman,
But that dont mean,
Your rhymes evolved, aswell man,

It must have been,
Your own rhymes,
That put you to sleep,
They are like wine,
'The Tastless' bitter grape,
Till squashed by me,
But mine, always great.

I cant see you, but from here,
I can smell your fear,
And the smell of your rhymes. Urine!
And hear you in the corner, cryin'.