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I'm the hiphopotamus my rhymes are bottomless...
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My rhymes are tighter! *SNAP* |
Well guess what, I'm the hip-hop n00b.
And I win cuz I gots boobs. |
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Check it, you'd best get ya skills and start trainin' survival tactically/
You wanna battle me?/ Bitch better start thinikn' practically/ I'll mirk your style drastically/ Humbly state emphatically/ Battle you in my sleep without waking cuz you can't rattle me/ I could give two sh*ts about your bottomlesses/ I rhyme straight vicious on you f@ggot ass hip-hop-a-pota-a-musses/ One glock but I never misses/ Bust caps like started pistols/ Smack the words out your mouth and brush ya grill like colgate bristles/ |
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I highly doubt the use of guns is manageable over the internet, and though you think you are invulnerable, you are simply incorrect. a hiphopapotamus cannot be a f@ggot nor can it be a bitch, it's a rhyme busting mammal, 3000 pounds and semi-aquatic. |
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This bitch'll catch 1 if by land and 2 if by sea when a ton and a half of straight whoop ass is what I'm bringing' him/ Yo, your words ring true to my invulnerabilty/ Built up mad hostility/ You musta been castrated cuz it's apparent you just can't f*ck with me/ Check it, you can doubt my use of glocks but you can't dodge the tick-tock of the clock when I straight spray shots and pump your back full of red spots like chicken pox/ You gonna reply with that lame sh*t?/ You say the wolf's at the door?/ Yo, I say bust that b*tch down if you think that you're ready for more/ Ready to/ Go to war/ Stock piles of mad styles that stop cats in their tracks and flip 'em on their ass like flapjacks/ B*tch/ |
Not even Jesus could fix those so called rhymes,
you're livin' in the 80's man, get it with the times, If you're not up to date, you're left behind, sucker "You stupid dumbshit goddamn motherfucker" Says my buddy from The Offspring, and he's sure right, You've been wastin' yourself homie, your rhymes ain't so tight |
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as your rhymes are getting longer I can sense your talent is growing thin, the wolf IS at the door my friend, you are not mistaken its huffin and its puffin, blowing your pork ass into bacon. You struggle to keep my attention in fact I don't even bother looking twice, where you might see yourself more public enemy, I see... |
Even with uppity statements, you make one sh!tty poet,
me, Chuck, and Mike D, we all know it, Put down the mic before your face gets redder, Your raps are cheese, in the form of chedder. |
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I was only 3 years old in the 80's but I still came like a wild child/ Straight smoked cats like Black n' Milds/ Bitch please, I'm up to date like a calendar/ You ain't no challenger/ You ain't got no skills to pay no bills/ You ain't a rapper just cuz you got a fake iced-out grill/ Cats call me the mountain top cuz once you reach me it ain't nothin' but down hill/ Muthaf*cka I'm ill/ Like SARS/ Off the top lyrics leave you battle scarred/ Don't gotta read your raps to know your 6 bars leave you like a f*ckin' retard/ Quote:
Raw rhyme style ability/ Pause for a second and straight kill you cats with mere tranquility/ My talent may be thin but it's solid and never wasted/ You'll never taste it/ You can't beat me with freestyle rhymes that you copy and pasted/ We got the wolf at the door/ Blowin'/ His chick was here earlier doin' the same thing but with less b*tching and moanin'/ Hoein'/ I affect cats like contact stoning/ Before death give 'em serenity/ Leave you slurring words with blurry vision when you even try to get in my vicinity/ |
Your raps are cheese too and I'm the grater, greater cause my raps got rhyme, but I got better use for my time, so bye-bye.
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Unfortunately, I can't understand a word of your posts
if thats the language you kids are using these days, the world has no hope! So I've gone to the trouble, lo and behold, of creating a video dictionary for you... YouTube - You've Been Rick Rolled! |
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Come on guys, these are supposed to be RAP BATTLES.
Inserting pictures and youtube links isn't clever or ironic, it just dampens the entire mood of the thread. |
as a lyricist I know my limits,
so I survive through these kind of half hearted gimmicks. |
you're a kinkos copy of the worlds most emo neo nazi
I'll kick you in the labia and dance around high off wasabi |
What The ****? Is This A ****ing Battle?
The Uk Is Taking Over Even Chamillionaire Spits On Sways Tracks Im BIG Making You Look Small Like Im Moving Away Im Leaving You ****ers Behind Like Your In My Rear Veiw Mirror The UK Is Causing A Massacre Leave You Left Behind Like A Passenger Now Thats Something You Can Understand Properly Now Lets Get This **** Started Properly Castrate These ****s Cause When Im Done They Will Be Manless No Manhood,Take There Tongues So Now There Harmless And It Aint Over Till The Fat Lady Sings, And Your Regrets Take The Place Of Dreams Cause Im Pulling You Apart Like Like A Doll Just Ripping At Its Seams Pull You Apart Like Broken Dreams Noway To Fix It Like Jim When He's Dead Ill Keep Your Heads And Put Them Up On The Towers Its Enough Of This Lets Go Audio Name The Place And Lets Do This |
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Limits hold you back, you and the rest of these dimwits, My raps are free, they say what they want, Education mixed with rap makes the worst fuckin' taunt, Retire from writing these so called lyrics, they're pompous and dainty, a trait only for a cleric |
Nate dog
U look like nate dog drank a whole case of stake sause and turned into that half man half dog marvin from space balls and you lucky cause your chances of servivle is like michle vicks puppys
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pritty nice hu
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You bumped a thread that's 5 years old
For this very reason BAM! Thread's closed. (PM me if you want it open) |
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for the rawer battles go to the other thread though..
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We have a new one now because I'm an idiot. Go there!
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