Let Me Hear Your Raps

somebody start rappin or something lol i like reading them! but i cant do it :( it just doens't work lol so somebody GO!! lol

I'm Infamous On The Net, No Bitch Like Me/
They Mad Cause Dior Leave My Wrist So Icey/
Come Through In Stilletos And Six Inch Nikes/
Some Call Me Stuck Up, But a Bitch Just Fiesty/
My Raps Like My Poems.. I'm Undefeated/
I Rap Like Fire And Leave These Net Hoes Heated/

Who Wants To Battle Me? lol

haha that was good lol

wat are you biatches rapping for
your not rapping bowt nothing, your words are a bore
let me step in, so i can start this war
so jst 4get the people who jst spoke, please ignore...
their shitty rhymes and their bogus rap
evry1s falling 2 sleep, it was tyme for a nap
but now im here my words are like giving them a slap
the queen of rap is hea now, give me a clap
im ur highness so bow down
move over, let me see ma crown
and i guess i wear da gown
and i no i make the others look like clowns
so ive shown u how 2 rap like me
and i no ur gunna beg nd plea
to be like me, get down on your knee
& beg for forgivness so you can be free
from your non-rapping lives
now u can hav bak yo knifes
cause i just killed you
in this rap battle
now im thru

peace

haha this is great lol yous are good!

my words that i spat
im gunna take bak
cause bob is the 1 whom we should raise our hats
compared 2 him were lil old corny brats
hes the 1 that raps the truth
hes the 1 that protects us youth
i think he already wins hands down
and 2 him, i giv ma unearned crown
we all should giv him our respect
cause his raps r almost perfect
heres ma advice, we should all collect
and inspect, then collect the affect of his rhymes
so yea, i got no more times
so peace :)
lol soori g2g
do a betta 1 l8a

You're a loser,
A profanity user,
Language abuser,
I'm your accuser,
You think you can husstle,
But with me you can tussle,
I've got the muscle,
To knock you down,
Like a clown,
I wear the crown,
Bob, dont frown,
You know I'm right,
Quite!
fear my might,
for I'm the knight,
And I will fight,
With my poems, I ignite,
Words, I unite,
To stalk in the night,
And in your pain I delight.

Hah, no offence intended, just rhyming ^_^

haha omg that was a good one bob

y u all talkin bowt hallowen
let me start this, let me set the scene
ok, none of us r neither kings or queens
were all jst wannabe rappers, not being mean
if we wernt then we wouldnt b here 2dae
we would b rapping on tv, not trying to portray
eminem nd 2pac, nd all da greatests
we would b the name on the street, wed b the latest
bt sorri 2 burst ur bubble, we aint there yet
nd no offense bt i would bet
that far, wed never get
well thats all i gotta say for now
so goodbi all, l8az, chow

lol :D

What you been sayin', whatcha been rhymin'?
This rap battle aint nothing 'bout timin'
Just come back when you make some sense
While your at it get a life; heres 50 cents,
Bring back the change, Im sure there'll be piles,
Just dont end up in one of those court trials,
Like O.J., Michael, R. Kelly, Lil' Kim,
Even if your innocent, girl you aint gon win,
With rhymes like those youre a definite gonner,
Publicity stunt, like Britney kissed Madonna,
With that all said girl, Im wishin you well
See you next life, next week, 'n a jail cell.

(Probably sucky as heck. but it was my first attempt at one)

When you gonna realise,
I'm the rhyme king,
This aint a fling,
It's my thing,
My words will sting,
Listen when I sing,
Your rhymes are lame,
Tame,
Aint no flame,
It's a shame,
A lot of you claim,
But this is my game,
I have the fame,
You just imitate,
My language you desecrate,
And that is what I hate,
But for now I shall abate,
Let you have a chance,
See if you can enhance,
Your poetry stance,
See what you blend,
Just try and contend,
With me... The legend.

penguin tits. < mine and kyles rap gang name.
my street name? - d-unit
his k- izzle.

ok, so my rap gose a lil som som like this

yo, check it, im a gangsta, i straigh up g. the gangsta life, is the life for me. i took a lil dip, a bit a lil lip, and they left me a lil tip... cuz im a gangsta, im not a wangsta, imma gangstaaa, my rymes are hot, on steeming pot, like a buring flame, jesus camee!

Well maybe you are a ganster
but one thing for sure i'm a prankster
and i'll make you fall
then hit that wall
and pick you up like a basketball
take you to the hoop
chuck you in the loop
but never will I stoop
down low
cos I got flow
don't ya know
now this is my rap
and it's crap
so I think i'll go
and come back
when I know
I can rap for a fact.

Lol it's a lot harder then it looks. I'm hopeless!

-Lyd

LMAO

Nikki! wat up my BIATCH?

Okay, I'll put it down...

Yo, I'm a Queen,
Like a hurricane I'll hit dai scene.
I'm da Queen B,
Ain't no one who can survive my sting.
I'm so FRESH,
And I'm so FLY,
I'm so COOL,
Yet I'm so SHY.
I can lay it down,
Make my sound,
Send ya to da pound,
Like a mute hound.
So, bring it on,
And let me know,
Will ya stay,
Chicken out, or GO!?

-*-Cherri-*-
WOOT>>>WOOT>>>> Cherri in da house!
Oh! HIYA BOB!

Cherri My Homegurl! What It Is?

Okay, Here I Go...

I Stay Fresher Then Febrezze! I'm Always Popin//
Got Money Out My Ass, I'm Always Stockin//
Spittin' Like I'm Straight From Death Row//
Ya'll Weaker Then Them Shirts "Vote 4 Pedro"//
My Homegurl Cherri Rockin The Mike//
Passed It 2 Me 2 Give Ya'll Weaklins a Site//
Keepin' It Ghetto, Straight Out Of H-town//
While My Mellow Homegurl Throwin The K-town//
We Put It Down Like This So Take It Rightly//
We The Baddest Bi*** Don't Take It Lightly//

*Htown Stand Up*

Yo, who dat be, my BIATCH..You wat up Nikki?
Okay, here I go......!

Like she said, Fresher dan Frebreeze,
And like Snoop wit eko to the double G's!
We are da Queens!
Wit da gud stuff, like ya get at Micky D's!
Mist'a? We call'n u out,
HOLLA BACK, give m'a a shout!
Tell m'a wat' cha all about!
Yo, nOnE Ya up in hur,
Dat b my gurl,
Hang'n, chill'n up in my wurld.
Come on, bring it on,
Let m'a sing my song,
Wit my sweet pink thong.... OHHHH!
So, yo, come back to da show,
BOB! Just lett'n ya know...
DON'T GO!
Come on, letsshow de'z newbies how t'a flow!

-*-Cherri-*-
: )

I'm suited,
I'm booted,
My skill cant be disputed,
Deep down I'm rooted,
All your raps are diluted,
Poluted,
Need to be muted,
I'm at my peek,
Not meek,
Your rapping is weak,
listen when I speak,
Cos I have the physique,
Technique,
To give critique,
Cos I'm unique,
No pretender,
I'm a contender,
A defender,
So surrender,
Take a seat,
Cos even if you cheat,
I will defeat,
Bow at my feet,
Dont blame me cos I'm faster,
And your rhymes are a disaster,
Yield to the grandmaster.

Hah! Nice ending. I will get you Bob, if its the last thing i do... *writes it down in blood* Muhahahaha...

OK im done lol

Boys, boys please,
We don't need this, jeeze,
Don't make me get on my knees.
And beg you two not to hurt each other,
tisk tisk tisk, leave it to a mother,
To break up a fight, and make up wit one another.
Come on, be nice,
Don't make me ask twice,
Give me a price.
I'll lay it down,
Put on the crown,
And bust some royal sounds, wit d compounds!
So come on, but don't drown.

-*-Cherri-*-
Hey, BOB: How do I sound, I've been practicing, just for you!

So true, Bob. : )

I think that I'm good at this,
It really makes me pissed,
When people think I missed.
I don't care,
Let 'em stare,
And yeah, it is fare.
How can you say that my word are wack,
When you're the one who can't react,
To my stack, in which I pack.
So, I dunno wat to say now,
Just give me a shout,
Of why you funcked out,
Of what I'm all about.
Can you contend,
That I assend,
Not to pretend,
But to condasend.
What do you say,
When everyone but you says nay,
Today, all the way.
I'll push you face,
Put you in your place,
You can't erase,
What I state,
Don't hate, confenscate,
My words,
Like something from a musem,
A wonderful gem,
Can you comprehend?
Now I have to go,
Don't leave, just show,
Me what you know.
Peace.

-*-Cherri-*-

Hey Bob! We got a new clown,
Up in our A-town,
Now Down-town,
Who's got the crown,
Shut up that aufull sound,
Cuz my raps are renound.
How can you say,
that Bob's raps are gay,
That they fall apart,
Got no heart,
When you're the one,
Go'n down WAY off the chart.
HAHAHA, you make me laugh,
With you rap,
Like a little nursery ryhme book in grannys lap.
How can you pass,
You won't last,
My ryhmes kick ASS!
So do Bob's, he's cool,
Look at you drool,
Over my rule!
See ya l8ter,
Don't b my h8ter,
Because my raps are better!
PEACE

-*-Cherri-*-

Bob is a nice guy, and some people are still mad at him from the last 2 rap battles, I dunno, But I got ur BACK my DUDE!

-*-Cherri-*-

I know that you don't understand,
Or comprehend,
Why I assend,
To defend,
A friend.
Bob is nice,
I don't have to say it twice,
Role the dice,
I'm that spice.
I'm must say,
I usually pray,
But today,
I'm letting my rhymes astray.
So listen to me,
Then we'll see,
If you can beat,
The QUEEN B.
I'm so hot,
And I'm so fly,
I'm so icy,
And I'm so right,
Tie my rhymes nice and tight,
With all your might,
It'll be alright.
Now I go once again,
So let me lend,
My efforts to defend,
What no one can apprehend,
How my rhymes assend!
So PEACE!

-*-Cherri-*-

Wow, you are good, let me join you on top, can I?

-*-Cherri-*-

I know it is,
But that's my biz,
To rhyme and live,
To not take but give.
I feel alot,
I feel hot, I am hot,
And they're not,
They need to stop,
Dont' they, pops?
I'm good at this,
I'll never miss,
I'll create,
Dominate,
Confinscate,
And my rhymes will relate,
To your words of protrait.
So what do you think,
I don't stink,
I'll use this rink,
To bring on the pink!
I love to rhyme,
Take my time,
I'm no mime,
I yell out my chimes,
Right on and off the dime.
I'll bring on the funk,
Work my punk,
Get you drunk,
'Cuz my rhymes are CRUNK!
So, wat now,
HOLY COW!
Here I come,
Dum diddy dum,
Where is I coming from,
Hey Eminem! Come and get some!
I'm rocking the set,
Like rush when placing your bet,
Wait, not yet,
First you have to get,
Earn,
Learn,
Make a life of wat you churn,
Out of that hole between your burns.
Hey pops, am I bringing it down,
Making a good sound,
Or should I pound,
Mound,
A little harder for you,
With my mouth or my shoe,
To hard to chew,
Got's a boo boo?
OH! poo poo,
gott'a go doo doo?
Well all I can say is, Shoo shoo!
Get out of my way,
I leave today,
Wat did I say,
I will make the journey.
I will hit the top,
And you will not,
I'll knock you off the spot,
HELL YEAH I'M HOT!!!

-*-Cherri-*-
^0^ How am I now?

lol, don't take this personally, k?

-*-Cherri-*-

Bob... -0- *yawns*

-*-Cherri-*-
(Just got back from school)

....-_-zZ

-*-Cherri-*-

Diamonds Round My Neck, Diamonds On My Body//
Hotter Then The House Off Of "Raising Gotti"//
Pull Up In a Benzo With Iced Out Rims//
Tank Top With Glitter And Some 06' Timbs//
Brushing Off My Shoulders Cuz Hoes Is Hatin'//
Hit Harder With Ryhmes Then Micheal J Be Rape'n//
My Ryhmes Is Smoother Than Butta//
Iced Out Grill With a Tat Thats Gutta'//
Anny On The Mike, Her Spittin Is Lean//
But I Come Full Throtle And Burst The Scene//
Toast Her Words To Cream//
And Piss On Her Dreams//

-Holla- :)

HAHAHa, don't make me laugh,
Nikki and Bob are the only ones here besides me who can rap.
Shut up, before I put you mouth in your lap,
You're a noise annoying old chap,
Come on everybody, give the newbies a hand clap.
So, you think you can rhyme,
Well hate to say t, but now's the time,
To sound the chime,
And let you know, you're not the good at the rhymes.
Well, at least you tride,
Not to hide,
Or stand beside,
Stand aside,
Leave your pride,
It's time for my ride.
Okay, I see,
You think you can rhyme like me,
Can it be?
Yes! The Little Miss Piggy Queen.
Wow, you are funny to watch,
But lets turn it up a knotch,
Bring out the scotch!
Now your rhymes are just wrong,
They play no song,
And arn't really strong.
I wish I could say,
That you did well today,
But I say nay,
You didn't do very well,
Under my spell,
Strait out of hell,
My rhymes I don't buy or sell,
Just yell.
So let me know,
When you're going to go,
Run on home,
Leave it to the Crunk Biatches Hot Chrome,
Choking on your microphone?
I thought so,
Just let it go....

-*-Cherri-*-

Cherri Is Back, Fresher Than Eva'//
Spittin Straight Fire In Snow Bound Weatha'//
You Stare'n 2 Hard Cuz The Ryhmes Is Hott//
You Think You Rappin, Sadly U Not//
We Rap The Game Harder Than Nintendo//
Kill Yo Ryhmes And Kick It Out The Windo//
You Gotta Let It Burn Like Usher//
Orgional Like Busta//
Keepin It Real Gutta//
Tot It Like Butta//
Protect Your Screen Like a Rubba/
Your Ryhmes Is Weak All Thanks To Yo Motha!//

Ohhhh! Nikki in the house,
Everyone Bounce,
Give in a little ounce,
She can pronounce!
Gurl you can flow,
fa sho,
All the way from Nj to Chicago!
Gurl, you let 'em know,
We BIATCHES be rock'n d show!
Wat' cha think,
I don't stink,
I b rock'n dis rink!
Yeah, holla 4 a dolla!
Sike!

-*-Cherri-*-
HAHAHA, lol, thx Nikki!

Cherri I Got Somebody I Want You To Meet :) This My Homeboy Ryan We Go Way Back Like 24's On a Caddy....He Gone Rap 4 Us! lol

Hes Taking So Long :(

kk, aiight, let me see wat he got!
HOLLA My DUDE.

-*-Cherri-*-
(He black?)

P.S: Let him read my others, so he knows wat he be up agains't, aiight? PEACE!

-*-Cherri-*-
(He black?)

Fa Sho Ma...

He is! He my broth'a, aiight gurl, how old b my dude?

-*-Cherri-*-