Clowndoggers? I wasn't aware you were five,
So go cast aside your clothes and get ready to dive,
Into a sea of white to swim with the real sharks,
Learn how to drown and be saved by your mothers ark,
Oh the solace you find as you guys get ready to sink,
So deep, so deep you go,
And where that hole ends,
Nobody knows.

oh, man why don't u go P/O/
I mean like what is going on here?/
u think that all that big man stuff/
is going to make me afraid/
well I don't think so buster/
I've been around the block a few times/
and I say what izizis/
when I b writin' rhymes/
so go ahead, and dance ur jig/
u little michelob goob/
i didn't know that u were/
such a guy who wasn't funny/
haha I guess I showed u/
who's the boss/
like tony danza/
so get out of my wicky face/
cuz I can scarcely stand u/
Peace out little moccasin bandit sexers!

U never came back/
so I guess I'm the king/
I'm really good at rap/
and I also can sing/
u can't touch this/
like I was MC Hammer/
u try to come back/
and you're only gonna stammer/
my skills are bigger/
than America's deficit/
and my stamina's unparalleled/
cuz I'm too Legit to Quit/

Your the worst rapper I ever saw
Around here I am law
Learn how to spell
your rap will never sell
go back to the play ground
I can see your ears bleed with my graceful sound
Your face is soo ugly use a mask
That won't work I can see it's a tough task
You will never be eminem
Your more like his wannabe brother skittles

good one..

I try:afro:

It's ain't about spelling
It's ain't about laws
It's 'bout dwelling
On the life and all it's flaws
My rhymes may be as weak
I couldn't really give a ****
this is really about teaching you techinique
Cause now you ****in' suck
and your prospects bleak
Lesson one: never reference eminem
Except for the hoes
No one feels Slim
Lesson two: Always discuss your blows
Life's blows, gigs blows, hoes blows
Should be what flows.
I'm out
I've had enough
You get what i'm about
You need to be tough
Not some nerdy ass loza



*I'm too white for this.

alright loser/
I sat thru ur snoozer/
u better call the cops/
cuz I'm a microphone abuser/
I've never been one to/
back down from a fight/
but I don't use them things/
I sit down and I write/
the plight ur in/
is unfortunate u see/
I played rope-a-dope/
but I'm really an MC/
I'm a loser baby/
so why don't u kill me?/
well I think I just did/
and the mess I left was filthy/

Alright tool guy
Why must you write....Why
This isn't a fight
I'm too far ahead i'm outta sight
cool your jets
all bets are off
All aboard the loser train
Before I hop on I'll remove this stain (Usedtoolguy)
your rhymes are lame
You are by far safe from the loosing fight
my rhymes are soo tight
You already lost.

lost? I'll accost that/
notion in a heartbeat/
u better check ur blood-sugar/
cuz my rhymes r so sweet/
I'm a vegetarian/
but I'll eat u like red meat/
u could push me off a building/
I'd still land on my feet/
this rap battling thing/
I should make it my profession/
Cuz I stay really cool/
when u resort to aggression/
U look like a fool/
and here comes a confession/
u won't find a weakness/
and that wraps up this session/

Attention. Attention
Class is in session
I'm going to teach you a thing or two
I better watch my step because my luck you'll sue
Due to the rhymeing abuse
Let's call this a truce
Cause it's no contest
This is just one test
You failed to pass
I see you in the snow
With all the rap woes
Your too white to rap
Because everything you write is crap
If your feeling froggy than leap
So I can push you down like a creep.

you call me white/
but you're whiter than elmer's glue/
my rhymes are all tight/
and they're sicker than the flu/
I don't know why you/
even bother to retort/
this is the parent teacher conference/
allow me to report/
um, mam, we're very sorry/
you're kid is special indeed/
he's got a lot of catching up to do/
so help him I plead/
let me go thru some subjects here/
in math he's failing/
his failure to calculate my strength/
has left his opponent impaling/
in english he's got a B/
but I remind you this is grade #2/
this is the library calling/
green eggs & ham needs renewed/
in science, it's clear he needs help/
he's definitely no einstein/
his messing w/ hazardous materials/
and getting blown up on prime time/
in history he started out slowly/
but I think he's improving/
when he looks back in this thread/
he's gonna know he needs a new thing/
all in all I'd say he needs home schooling/
cuz he also get bullied around/
there really is no fooling/
about who just got taken to town/

What the f*ck have you people done to this thread....

alright oojay the thread/
was dead/
I thought I'd bring it to life/
and giv myself some cred./
maybe u could go back/
and find a way to print/
all the stuff that was said/
before my stint/
and go paste it up on your wall/
and sleep w/ it at night/
stay away from my rhymes/
they're so vicious they bite/
and then you and your little/
stack of papers can go get married/
you better consumate soon/
cuz' she's starting to get buried/

This is embarrassing for everyone involved,
a perfect example of how a thread can dissolve,
poof! It's gone, like pokemon, you want to evolve
to someone of my caliber well there's a tale to be told
This ain't about your race or the colour of your face
but it's ALL about good quality rhymes so let me give you a taste
Toolguy, you said you was a 'teacher' but I think YOU need a lesson
so everyone sit down at your desks cos this class is in session

Okay so, don't rhyme married with buried it just doesn't work
same with cool and fool, you gotta find lyrics that hurt
a comment about his mother should really do the trick,
preferably involving lube, a towel, and your 'huge' ****,
Good, you still listening? Cos you might still get the hang of this,
pretty soon you could be battling with your brain as well as your fists

You go into knifefights with a gun,
but you don't know how to use the gun,
I go into knifefights with a gun,
but I don't need to shoot, I just pull out my bomb
blow up everyone, metaphorically of course
and if they're as **** as you two, why the **** would I show remorse?
The sooner you're gone, the better it will be
We want uppercuts not bitch slaps, so I'm ruining this peaceful harmony
Mixing things up showing you lot how it's done,
hopefully you'll learn something and finally be able to shoot that gun
I could come up with a witty finishing line, to deliver the final blow,
but I think now we all know how this show is gonna go.

Tell me about it :laughing:

skindred
gives head







owned.

Ummmm i'm too white to continue I think the rap gods are rolling in there graves if they saw this thread.

alright trampinatux it's sad to see/
u resorting to such hostility/
I was trying to giv this thing/
sensibility and decency/
and then u gotta come out w/ the lube/
and all that cuz it's all about getting owned/
u peasant talk **** behind my back/
but u better kneel to the throne/
you're sitting if fron of a computer/
and can't keep a cool head/
you better not show up to a gunfight/
w/ anything you'll wind up dead/
Why the hell are you coming back/
on here when I'm setting up camp/
Like Ole' Blue Eyes said/
that's why the lady is a tramp/

Oh yes





The best ever!

I am rubber/
You are glue/
Whatever you say bounces off me/
And sticks to you/

Cleaver one :laughing:

I'm really cool; I'm really awesome; I'm like, the best person in the world; I hardly ever make mistakes, but if I do it's cool, everyone makes 'em. It's part of growing; I'm really good looking; I'm really positive; I have a great outlook; I take good care of my self; I love life; I love myself, and everyone else.

Ya know something, you're right!!

My logic is,
Bitches get stitches
Tonight,
All of you get stitches



The battle has been won.

aw, snickers you're like/
such a meaniehead/
I mean snickers aren't even very good/
OK actually they are pretty good/
anyways, you said it man, you win/
I guess there's really nothing else to say after that/

I'm not a "meaniehead", you just suck.

I challenge you to come up w/ a rap w/ @ least 5 or 6 lines in it.

That's a shame, some people love to just sit over in the corner, and make fun of what's going on, and when they get singled out, they realize how foolish they actually are. C'mon Snickers, 6 good lines, that's all I want, in fact I won't even make fun of it no matter how bad it is.

So I'ma mathematically decipher this cypher of sh*t from yo cerebrum/
No scalpel needed as I find ya weaknesses and I sieze 'em/
You're far from bein' big and ya whole style is lame/
You couldn't be "XL" if Chino was ya first name/
These bitches waited for me to leave before they decided to spit/
I scare the sh*t outta you f@ggots and ain't afraid to drop a clip/
I'll flip you kids for 12 straight through the end of the round/
I'ma monster in the ring and on the mic I astound/
Ya'll don't make a sound hoping this too will pass/
You far from bad but you sad and you done got knocked on ya ass/
You ho's are startin' to piss me off and I know ya'll don't need that/
I'll put my size 13 Lugz in ya face right where ya teeth at/
Remove ya jaw from it's socket with a single rhyme/
I'm off the top everytime as I strangle you with every line/
Forget about callin' out snickers, you see man/
Dude don't like to spit nothin' but semen/
Bitch finally got laid but his girl's a bit of a he-man/
I never hesitate to decimate posers that attempt to rap in my forum/
This decorum has been mutilated with ya'll raps that just bore 'em/
The entertainment value is low just like the reservoir of talent/
The lack there of is amazing in contrast to my valience/
I'm violent by nature, I hate you/
I'll make ya bitch watch as I lyrically rape you/
No reply is needed as this rap has self-actualized/
I tore through the competition and you bitches got cannibalized/

alright oojay that wasn't that bad/
but your rhyming style like others is just a fad/
throwing all those low blows is just kind of sad/
y try and make others feel like they've just been had/
you should try and educate in your rhymes/
cuz' the taste that u leave is sourer than limes/
take it from someone whose committed those crimes/
it's the taste in your own mouth, you'll learn thru time/
it makes it so much easier to combat u/
when u point the finger, there's 3 pointing back at u/
and it leaves stains on you just like a tattoo/
and now it's like 4 against 1 trying to detach u/
ur rhymes are alright/
but you're battling someone who is light/
cuz I shine so bright/
and I also fly just like a kite/
so before you go off throwing stones in my direction/
take a step back and ask yourself a question/
If I really feel like my life is such a blessing/
why am I so quick to attack my neighbor w/ no disgression?/

These pacifistic rhymes are comin' off a bit retraded/
Don'y be criticizin' me for endin' this sh*t that you done started/
And I'll leave the taste of chrome in ya mouth if you think you can ball/
That taste of lime erodes ya senses as ya intellect starts to fall/
And I did use digression in the decision to end ya life at the point of my pen/
You far from nice and after this your body gonna be far from life/
We ARE neighbors but this is the "Show Me" state and you ain't showin' me nothin but you still tryin' to hate?/
I got respect for ya ideology of belittling others without diss/
But that sh*t's for you small timers who'll never cop that sh*t to disc/
I'm a beast like the blue dude on X-men/
I'll break ya necks men/
Leave ya'll in suspense until the next one/
And I do consider my life a blessing/
Ya'll need to stop obsessing with religious views cuz I realize that ya'll just testing/
My will is unbreakable like a 20 page contract/
I stand alone on musicbanter cuz ya'll just got God-smacked/

you cant ryhme
you're about as tastefull as a pork rhinde
bitch you aint ****
its like trippin a rift
when you bend over
you take ove my land rover
out on the ****
****ing my clock
duck
duck
goose
BITCH

And Lame-O was his name-O.

Funny how ya'll all seem to think your all that,
Male egos and all that.
But let me tell ya boy lifr goes on,
Just cuz I come on a bit strong doesn't mean you gonna get a peek.

Don't bother tryin to sneak past me I'm the best,
and I'll prove.

Slits on my wrist,
Bottle in my hand,
pill slippin down my throat.
I did it all now it's time to tell ya'll little country girls aren't always what they seem, sometimes the geeks got the best pot, so show a little respect.


Wow, thta sucked. I'm a writer/poet, and I think that took over a bit. Oh,well. Serves me right.

The girl has skill
After a few pages of of crap i've had my fill
Why are the white dudes rapping
and everyone else are on the side lines clapping
I give her a thumbs up
She kicked theusedtool guy on his rump
She's all that and a bag of chips
I'm too good to have a nickname
leave your tips
at the door
The curtain has closed, and the show is sone

/whack

What can I say i'm white *shrugs shoulders*

me too *walks away in shame*

:)) @ this thread.

what's the point of all this jabbering/
hearing all this talk has left me clammering/
for isolation and a place to be alone/
the reason for all this yammering is still unknown/
and here's something else, I don't like those smilies/
they're on more crack than Bill O' Reilly/
In fact I don't really like anything that moves/
unless u stroll really slow, and your flow is smooth/
see all this glam and glitz/
for your sweet talkng media fix/
fast talking salesman and businessmen are the worst/
how could u b in your 2nd childhood, you didn't outgrow the first/
they say u gotta learn to follow before you lead/
but there's no one in front of me, at least no one I want to be/
I used to play the game, and try to absorb them/
but I didn't like their rules, so now I ignore them/
who can u trust in this world? only yourself/
but most are too afraid to get to know themself/
they're too ashamed to c what they've got buried inside/
they talk a good game, but from themselves they hide/
behind a false religion, or the money they made/
what makes u cool in our society is how much you get laid/
it's not about the character or heart u got inside u/
it's about playing the game, and kissing the *** of the right dude/
and we're all wanting to follow this greatest generation/
but all they wanted was a state of separation/
but not in races, I'm talking monetary classes/
a lot of the systems we got in place are straight up fascist/
and I hate to be the one, to go & spoil all the fun/
but there's a time to walk, and there's a time to run/
and as lame as it sound we need political awareness/
we've got to take it back, that's the reason I prepared this/
so go on ahead, and go get wasted tonight/
and wake up tomorrow and see you're in the same plight/
everyone's is trying to escape their hells/
and in reality you're really just escaping yourselves/
the first thing you've got to do is get rid of your lies/
w/ more minds like mine, we're gonna' c through your disguise/
and you'll c the majority start to become the minority/
and a person like me will become the authority/
and when that day comes, what the hell are u gonna do/
hey, don't worry I'll have mercy on u/
but I would have had a lot more if you'd be honest w/ yourself/
u stash away your secrets and hide it on the top shelf/
but right now I'm on an intellectual ladder/
I c all your lies, and u just keep diggin' it only makes it sadder/
and I'd love to be the one to come along and burst your balloon/
as a witness to my rhymes, you know that day will be soonl/