Rap Battle

OOOOH!!!! SUNNY! We do'n dis shit again, iight iight here i go...

Uh, Let me clear my throat,
To choke,
The compo,
smack dat ho...

Ya'll up here spitt'n out gold,
dat's molded and old,
dat fake shit, bumpy and cold..

Get new rhyme,
For the last time,
Beging fo my prime,
Being my crime.

My words of steel,
Keep'n it real,
Get'n a headache, from my earth quake,
here's some advil.
You need'a chill...

Why you start dis,
When you cant flow,
You dont know,
How we up in hur make it go,
fa sho,
ya ho,
we know.

Sunny got's dat flow,
he knows,
how it goes.
Hey Sunny, rock dis show!

-*-Cherri-*-

ps: glad to be back on this again, miss the old days ;)

LOVE YA SUNNY!!!

LMAO :o)

LMFAO! ummm yeah I would never rap against Sunny ever again I sooo lost last time!

HOLY SUNNY! You go boy! Ur my homeboy, dat's my boy right thur, u go Sunny! ^_^

Rhymes flow'n out,
Feel'n dat vibe,
Words so HOT,
Flamibility to hard to ride.

Check it,
Make it,
Feel it,
Break it.

We got the words to make the souls free,
Got dem rhymes to make da weak flee,
Give me a mic,
my leathal dose,
Shock ya down like Moze.

can't touch this,
Got nothin on me,
beat up your flow,
It's da rhyming Queen!

Sunny, i love ya,
But the bag is mine,
You may have sum skillz,
But it's my time to shine!

Rapping Battles,
Baby boy,
go shake yo rattles,
that's a babys joy.

throw me da mic,
make it fast,
bett'a step back,
B-FO i kick sum ass.

Drive right past,
taking off my mask,
mak'n 'em last,
i beat chu fast!

sitt'n on my thrown,
Go through skin,
hit sum bone,
I'm GUNNA OWN!

-*-Cherri-*-

hehehehe i love these battles..... ^_^

Lit Is talkin to Stupid
That boy aint no Cupid
Sunny is being Funny
Shes hopping like a bunny
Shes rapping and shes Spitten
Look at what is written

Everyone is Unique
You can tell on what they speak
Some are strong and some are weak
But no-ones rhyme has a leak

I like what im seeing everyones raps are good
But this is just for fun, dont let it be misunderstood
Im just coming up in here, Spittin a Few Lines
and ill show you..who can really put some rhymes

Wats up pplz..just rapin for fun

We all rap from the heart,
Words light'n a spark,
Never fall'n apart.

We the soul speakers,
The mic keepers,
Da rhyme reapers.

We all keep'n it real,
Here to chill,
Feed our verbal meals.

Rap for fun,
We all 2 to 1,
But i'm done...

Keep it high,
Make'n fly,
Peace out, K-Town nev'a dies.

-*-Cherri-*-

Lit
So your back
Well look at that
To be honest your rhymes are pretty slack
Have you not been practising
Been too busy trying to be frightening
Your rhymes need to be exciting
Not pretty darn boring
Instead of trying to insult sunny
Why not try insulting me
Coz I got the words leave you spinnin in her tree
You say you are scary
Yes your rhymes are
But I've seen way more frightenin things
In the back of my dads car
Your lookin at me so seriously
While I'm making you dance deleriously
I'm lookin back at ya curiously
Coz you aint seen nothin til you seen me

Bring it on!

Ken ken ken
What is it with you men
Thing you the best well this is the end
Of that
I've seen better rhymes from my cat
The end is coming so you better run fast
Because when it comes to rapping
You and lit are sweet last
We're having a blast
With all the time thats passed
You'd better run back home
Little man if you know whats good for you
Go home and stop spitting rhymes like poo
Mature with your rhymes a little bit
Because your lyrics get on my tits
Look at my writing the words they all fit
Perhaps its time to commint a crime in rhyme
Because you aint frightenin
your teeth need a whitenin
Come on and bring it on, because its me you cant be fighting

Ooo frightenin now I'm scared
You come from the ghetto.. mmhmm yeh
You wanna see a real ghetto? Come to where I live
But you wouldn't cope here coz you got nothin to give
Coz I got the best lightsaber
You jabba the hut and I'm vader
So you better step back and be learning
Do something good with the money you earning
And go to rap skool learn some rhymes
Coz to be honest at the moment, your writes are crimes
You used a double negative there
Well that was a bit dumb
I thought wrote poems, poems my bum
Your rhymes are nothing I really couldn't care
Any less if I tried to
So cmon you
give me a fight Like you said you was going to

Lit...

I'll give you some dap, your alright
but f that crap, Watch your back at night
My raps are like a sharp knife
Sharp and hurtful, quick to end your life
Smokin crackers? dude that was true lame
please please, watch it when u step in the game
there is girls here rapping, showin you good
I really would help ya..if i could
but your lame self is over there workin at sonics
before i come and help, go get hooked on phonics
talkin trash about sunny and cherri
wit your raps, dude youll never married
Your raps are up, now there carried
I took em into the ground and now there burried
talkin but black jaks, and and run back
I can eat you easily..your my flap-jack

Hey hey hey, getting personal up in here..... >;)

Ok Lit:

You make me throw up,
while you choke up,
some dissin,
you be missin,
stop pissin.

Don't dis my boy Sunny,
cause hunny,
w8! are you white money?
you think you're funny,
thinking i'm gunna runny.

kiss my ass,
if you get past,
my rhymes, they last,
get through and to you fast.

Lit, you're good,
but watch yo ass in my hood,
let me be understood,
unlike you could....

your rhymes are lazy,
no hard core,
innocent as a daisy,
rapping up in heya like Patrick Swazy,
dacing around all gayly.

Getting on my nerves,
you're a prick, a little nerd,
off a spoken word,
saying words like "turd"
to affend who!? Big Bird?

HAHA, laughing time,
At your rhymes,
get a job,
be a mime,
so we don't have to listen to your tore up rhymes.

Sit down,
shut up,
hit the ground,
make'n us throw up.

You're a sad little girl,
or are you a guy?
You're not that good,
here, give it another try,
And just see if you can get by.

Sunny and that one girl,
double hittin you,
So you're through?
Get back in here,
It's just ME and YOU.

-*-Cherri-*-

>;) Luv ya Sunny!

Sorry for the typo,
I was being slow,
Doesn’t mean you can go,
And dis my flow,
That’s really low.

Are you an idiot Ken,
Go give Barbie a blow job,
Let us know when you’re fin.

Sunny isn’t mad,
She knows I didn’t mean it bad,
She’s happy and glad.

Lit, you need to shut it,
Stop talking shyt,
Everyone raps better than you,
Even Brad Pitt.

You need a chill pill,
Step out of this vill,
Your mouth,
That’s what we need to Conceal.

You both don’t know why we have these battles,
We rap from the heart,
We flow cuz we know,
Which way to go.

It’s a passion,
Not a fashion.

My soul and life,
To my time,
Not my knife.

Ken talking about knives,
And say’n I got no jive,
In my rhyme.

I got flow,
Let’n ya know,
How I go,
Just to show.

Sunny, she’s my friend,
Till the end,
Can apprehend,
When you defend.

She’s a better flow dan you,
Ain’t dat right buu,
What about Lit,
I said it was just ME and YOU.

But you gott’a have Ken,
To help defend,
Cause you can’t apprehend,
When I amend.

Well, I’m out,
You know what I’m about,
Holla l8er, give me a shout.
PEACE!

-*-Cherri-*-

Lit:

You're a
new day,
another way,
to flow.

You rhyme,
so smooth,
you keep,
your groove.

you're a leader,
a succeder,
rhyme pleader,
flow keeper.

But now it's time,
to end you're rhyme,
your little song,
your little chime.

dirt in tha dust,
rhymes a lust,
no one to trust.

time to shine,
this battle is mine,
dont care wut u say,
i can rhyme.

You can too,
Sure you already knew,
You're one of the few,
not to lose your cool.

You're iight,
rhymes are tight,
good might,
put up a good fight.

But i can't let you go,
just let you know,
watch me flow,
and steal this show.

-*-Cherri-*-

My Words Melt Like Butter
Like No Other
Nikkis Gutta
Ask Yo Motha

I Keep It Short n Nasty
Ryhme It Classy
No 1 Pass Me
Just Come Ask Me

Cherri Has Fell Through
And Yeah Sunny I See U
I Luv 2 Read U
& 1 Day I Hope 2 Be U

Or Just Like Yo Style
Without Denial
Like Koby's Trial

I Cant Battle But I'm Alright
I Tried Wit All My Might
Now Is Time To Give Lit The Mike
xoxo-Nikki-xoxo

Or just give lil old Tripp a try
naw, I'm not gonna lie

this sh*t has been pretty good so far
yeah, about as good as gettin run over by a car

you all suck sh*t, don't even try to come back
this is a fuse, and it's been lit, rhyming, you all lack

me, I've been writing for a few weeks
and already my shit, it barely leaks

i'm not gangster, we all know that
that doesn't mean I wont pop you with my gat

for f**king with me,
as you can all plainly see

from my poetry, and my lines
that my stuff, near perfectly rhymes

Lit, your spits are sh*t, you aren't hood
your stuff i barely understood

Sunny I respect you, for not losing your cool
even if, you're just a damn tool

and to the rest of you , none of you can touch this
my stuff is golden, and yours is all piss

this is the first time i've tried a rap battle
and already I'm making your bones rattle

so y'all better back the f**k off now,
or you'll be crushed in the ground, wondering how

lol yeah, first and probably last since already my stuff is bad haha

Oh hey
none of you have anything to say?

thats cause all yall rhymes suck
now, you're all dead out of luck

Why should you keep trying
if you'll just be left here crying

after i'm done with you,
you'll know nightmares come true

my rhymes, they're unstoppable
and my ego, it's un-poppable

I know i'm full of it
you can be, if your words arent sh*t
if they aren't sh*t, like one poets,
his name is Lit

And then there's sunny,
probably thinking she can rap for money
her lines could be used to clean dog crap
she's so stupid, that on her way to the bathroom
she needs map

so you all better get ready
because ima slash you like Freddy

leave you cut and bleeding
and medical attention needing

None of you are close to my level of skill
you all, are still at the bottom of the hill
your chances of winning this fight, are nill
while my skills, are mad ill

if my rhymes were dimes
i'd be sipping cokes with limes
in the carribbean on my yacht
and you know what? I haven't even been taught

You all could use the teaching
so I don't leave you reaching
for the surface, and leave you a mess

yeah, i guess I decided to try again haha

I 'Trippd' Over Yo Lines & Swarmed In Laughter
Were U Battlin Man? Cause' It Was Disaster
I Rearranged Yo Face Like Before And After
Yeah U Fly But I'm The Master

My Lyrics So Icey My Words Stay Fresh
My Eyes Stay Dry And Glued To My Flesh

I Pissed On Your Words & Re-wrote Yo Mind Frame
This Ain't a Battle Is a Fu**in Mind Game

Leave Tha Mike Loaded
My Words Stay Coated
I'm Lyricaly Devoted
Yeah Nikki Wrote It
F*ck It Man And Smoke It

My Ryhmes More Valuable Then Cash
Stop Spittin Lyrics
And Blow It Out Yo A**
*Just Foolin Around No Hard Feelings*
xoxo-Nikki-xoxo

hahah yeah, don't worry about it. I just know that i'm not trying rap battles again hahah. i was just freaking burned

You Can't Be Serious, I Like Totally Sucked lol!

Get some creativity
add some sugar and spice
It's getting hot in here
cause I'm spittin ice....
scatter like mice
I'm tossin dice
and yes I'm being nice
but don't think twice
cause If I could
I'd trash talk you all down
but I'm a lady
not slim shady
so this is all you gettin!

LMAO! That Was Really Good I Have To Admit, I Liked That Part

Nikki’s flow’n,
Being a show of,
A little boast’n.
HAHAHA! :p

You go girl,
Rock their world.
Show off ur stuff,
Stay tuff.

Nikki’s in da house,
Bounce,
We all know wut she’s about.
LOL! :3 muahahahas! Rofl rofl

How you guys doing?
Having fun?
Rhyming and ruing.

Spit’n out crap,
Putting me to sleep,
Done had a nap,
But for the effort, I’ll clap.

Hurray, you guys can spell,
To bad your flow is hell,
Like stuff, junk,
You get in the mail,
Or you here in jail.

Get’n in da funk,
Act’n crunk,
Your rhymes do and did stunk,
Like a dead mans bunk.

Wanna rhyme?
Get on time,
Pay you a dime,
For a beat,
Just a little chime?
My rhymes are prime.

You guys must be on crack,
Falling off my stack,
When I pack,
Like in da NBA, slam dunk’n with Shack,
While you pig out on big macs!

You can kiss my ass,
Rhymes so fast,
Flowing right past,
While you finnish last.

Give ‘em a chance,
Make ‘em dance,
Act’n gangster,
PULL UP UR PANTS!

See me,
Walking down my street,
Always to a beat,
A special treat,
For you to eat.

Choke on it,
Bounce on it,
Strait up yo ass,
Step on it.

Can’t beat,
The rhyming Queen,
Let’n me hear ya screem!
IT’s CHERRI!!!!!!

lol :P luv u guys. XD

-*-Cherri-*-

Cherri, your raps are getting scary
See lit an them lot aint comin back
They too hairy
The problem is sunny
We rappin bit too much like playboy bunnys
And sluvy over there better start talking with some honey
Covered syllables sluvy
If you wanna get groovy
With our girl sunny
Coz shes a tree lovin hunny
Soon to be bobs babies mummy
With little dinkies and cute tummies
So come on rap
Coz so far its all been C rap
You all be sittin on my lap
Like little babes when I finished this rap
So c'mon lets get movin
I think I'm paranoid
Convinced you all jealous of my little boy
powered raps
I'm complicated
and your raps are overated
So bring it on
Sunny? my pretties?
what you the wicked witch of the west
I'm not used to this
Only the chattin about your chest
Goodbye for now my "rappers"
I lay this write to rest

lmao! bare love!

=^-^= this is fun... HAHAHA get 'em Sunny, oh, and just so Lit knows, i'm not Korean you dunce. x_x???? where the heck did you hear that, and K-Town isn't full of rich folk, it's a fricken ghetto dump! XD lol

ps: i still luv it hur doh. lol

yo listen to me mr monster mr slap,
my name is gemma an a wont take no crap,
you think your ace you think your,
you just a ball fulla slober with a mouth fulla drule

here my effort

pmsl

lol
lol

gemma

i was have a laugh, why ya so touchy

Lit, oh lord what can I say
To be honest your rhymes have gone astray
What happened to the skills?
You been popping too many pills
I've seen better rhymes comin off roadkill
So go back to your hearse
And take your little curse
I thought I'd seen the worst
Then I read your verse
Gemma, don't play with fire less you can put it out
You don't have to get stressed
When you get knocked out
Don't have to ask why? and put on a pout
Wanna see a true verse check this out
Because I'm back on the rhymes
Don't cut me no slack, I'll be fine
With these wicked flows coming through my fingers
If I were you lit I wouldn't linger
Because I'm ready for you
My words are coming for you
Yeh if I were you I'd be frightened too

Sunny, did you just throw chicken poo at me
Because I can come straight back at ya with kitten wee
I don't need to stuff honey coz I got E

ya'll puttin me to sleep wit deese lulabies
flow so soft ya couldn't make a baby cry
motha goose gettin mad cause ya plagerise
standin guilty like micheal jackson wit no alaby

thats a 4 line killa
i jus delivered
i think its time to reconsider

rappin aint ya God given gift
ya thought ya scored but ya missed
like shack at the free throw
left stupid not knowing where to go

think yo rhymes is hot
sorry dey not
im the fire you da teapot
i'll tip ya ova and pour a shot
quit thinkin ya somethin ya not
i'll put a rope around ya neck and tie da knot
ready to go to da death
ready to breathe ya final breath
wit two in da chest
dis is where you'll rest
still dont think ya in to deep
when i put ya underground 6 feet
dont forget when i come i bring heat

wow didnt think i had it in me i dont know if it was any good, but i just wanted a try lol i dont rap i play guitar but i pick up stuff from my brothers but they rap in SPANGLISH i must admit some of there reggetone beats are hot.