your girl being scarred for life aint from me, the ho was sleazy/
and the thought of bringing up any of my kids in UK makes me uneasy/
id rather have them in the zoo, than waiting for the next time for tea/
and yes, even lesbians have an attraction towards me/
I can turn a dyke straight cuz i give it to them proper/
my wife said she could turn you straight so i didnt try to stop her/
but i see youre still here trying to get on these nutz/
so let me tell you this again, im not getting anywhere near your butt/
next time you come around wearing lingere and see through panties/
begging for some of fenix, ill send you to the vigilantes/
maybe in birminham thats how you people roll/
but out here in AZ we dont believe in gun control/
and people like you dont survive long here in the south/
when youre as soft as you, you shouldnt be running your mouth/
your flows are cheap, a dime a dozen/
and the comebacks that you got makes me think your parents were cousins/
so try a little harder before you choose to reply/
and pick youre battles a little more wisely, im the one youll be dominated by/
damn straight, im illuminated, like the fourth of july/
and each time i bust a flow, its a guranteed bullseye/

^holy **** check out them rhymes...you should look into the rap biz fenix

looks like fenix is under pressure.... and didn't he just rely on a british stereotype, 'tea', to try andf get a couple of laughs from the americans in the audience? Honestly Fenix I thought you were better than that. seen as the competition is so fierce im gonna step out for a little while. i cant really be bothered to keep on coming on this site to post new battles up. plus, now that DRMO is here, i dont think im needed any more. looks like we have a new british bulldog here, and i dont think hes eaten in a while....

haha fenix, you tired Hobo out.

if jesus wuz a hobo then u can call this gangsta loco/ cuz the $hit that i be spittin on musicbanter is bein' bestowed on u like im ya secret santa/ and yall run n hide when im tearin up da mic/ cuz u know dat oojay be strappin like a mutha fukkin d1ke/ when im cuttin my rhymes all tha others rappers r bleedin/ ill give the hip hop world everything that its been needin/ ur all pathetic u sound like a buncha jokers/ im puttin pain in ur forecast like im the new al roker/ if u cant stand da heat then get outta the perverbial kitchen/ im cuttin my rhymes so fast u think that ive discovered cold fusion/ and if i need a hit i just say the word/ ive got niggaz who been itchin 2 sell me their herb/ but some niggaz be itchin and some niggaz be b1tchin/ so i grow it myself in yo baby mama's kitchen/ yall cant touch me cuz im slippery like jelly/ u try 2 cross my path ull get a 9 right in the belly

this shit is so lame/ aint playin no game/ find a better rhyme/ got to school on time/ me is le rap-rap/ aint no way to get/ like me, cuz i'm cool/ droppin out of school

OHHHHHKAAAAAAAAY

im like an electric fence cuz can't nobody touch me
i got the ladies all over me lookin so good in their black t's
they call me the quarterback cuz i stay cool in da pocket
throw out ur goodies im ya new pocket rocket
if i wuz a candy bar id be a whatchamacallit
i swooped down n stole da mic can't nobody deny that they saw it
whether old school or new school it dont matter 2 me
as long as im online wit my girl black t

haha you're a natural
but.......
wtf.......... me is le confused

its just one of those days

i aint tired out... I'm just taking some time to focus on other threads and to practise my battle skills. rest assured, i'll come back better than ever.

But until that time just know/ that there's a new Bulldog in town and thats DRMO...

flirt freak :rolleyes:

eh...it happens:p:

*blushes* :rolleyes:

i aint spittin game im just tellin it how it is
just use ur imagination and ull see how it ends
this aint a battle rap and im not throwin u any lines
im a king n ur a queen but we're still 2 of a kind

come on the stage brotha
for a little battle rap
cause that's what it is, yeah man yo yo
be afraid of the master rapness
and don't come here with your little dance-dance
rap battles can't be won by kidding
just by spinnin
so doojay spin that shit

the battles over but the war is on
test my skills and ull be gone
black t wants me its so easy 2 see
im flossin and crossin like a real OG
im stylin n profilin
im old time n old school
i wuz mackin the ladies before mackin wuz cool

u think all niggas like ya/ cuz ur fly and all that shit/ but about the metric system/ u dunno the tiniest bit
bring yer cell phone/ and yer bling-bling/ and come see who's got the balls
cause even though ur the guy here/ i'm more crazy about the walls

u might think all bitches love ya/ still they just see that one thing
here is your little secret: hurt it and u'll start to sing

yo yo yo brotha yo yo

you europeans are crazy i say f**k the metric system/ my foot'll whoop ur meter and ur mouth'll be fulla j1zzum/ we'll take off ur black t and douse it with some bleach/ get it outta the dryer and it'll be whiter than screech/ if im on ur radar there's no way that u can resist me/ if u cant handle what im spittin then i'll call u a little sissy/ if u wanna rap then u may as well commence da battle/ u aint even in my league ur still playin with a rattle/ ur wishin u were wit me its just as plain as day/ my d1cks so big last year it wuz in the macy's day parade/ merry christmas happy haunnakah whatever floats ur boat/ ill get u in da bed n have u hollerin like paul revere just saw a redcoat/ if im just wastin my breath then throw a brotha a bone/ or is it time 2 get in line 2 make this sista moan?

:laughing:

Yo wanxta how does it feel to lose to a cross dressing fag?
Thats right im down with wearing girl rags
So you better put up the white flag
Cause ill send you home in an ice bag
Your pathetic with your basic slags
Your gonna go nowhere so heres a name tag
"pathetic loser who cant rhyme"
You cant even get to your own birthday on time
Im so good its a crime
Im still in my prime
and i may listen to music and whine
But i aint getting owned be an emo kid in girl pants
So take that you fool from france

*thug pose*

word
http://www.hainsworth.com/blog/wigger.jpg

YES
I make vanilla ice look white
and fiddy look like a wankster
i
am
FLY
Downright bangin' id even say

AITA agrees to this.

Downright bangin'...you need to stop saying that.
But yeah...fly, fly, fly. ganxta

Fine.
Downright spiffin'.

Now you sound like Stephen Fry :p

Whateva.
I call my brand of music.
Emotional Thug Rap.

Or even...Emotional Thug Crap.

:(

bahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
agreed.

u call yourself a rapper ive got more lines than fisher-man/ ur yesterdays news like i just saw u on c-span/ ur rhymes r so g@y they got u lookin like ur rupaul/ my beats r so dope they got u movin like a u-haul/ my lyrics cut u so deep ur boys sharp as a knife/ u cant believe what ur hearin they call me unsigned hype/ alexisonfire? i thought they called u misfitpunk/ ur so lame u changed ur name ur mama's spulurgin on my junk/ emotional thug rap is what u been spittin lately/ ur $hit is so phony u got no choice but 2 hate me

I slit my wrists and bleed on you
You think your cool
But you piss in the pool
You stupid wrestling fool
You call me ghey?
Your the one watching sweaty man all over eachother
If that aint ghey then hey
George michael likes woman
You aint a real man
Your a teen whos balls havnt dropped and fussin over a tan
So fly back to neverland peter pan
and get touched by michael jackson you ghey.

Hey nigga im all up in ya life
last night in da club i was ****in ya wife
i ****ed ya sista and i ****ed ya cat
i tried to **** yo momma but the bitch was too fat.




SNAP!

:(

Damn.
I call it quits.
That was dope,ill and sick.
Good to see ya back homie.

looks like the competition is coming back so I'm returning too/
with new flows new skills and a b*tch slap aimed at you/
I can't believe that at the start this thread used to be good/
now everyone battling here thinks that they from the hood/
kid to my left who has his d*ck in ECW/
says n*gga once now he thinks he's from the Wu/
girl to my right likes to flirt over the net/
she's already been f*cked by everyone else-her p*ssies to let/
alex is on fire sadly his rhymes are not/
couple of sh*tty rhymes thats all this kids got/
fenix has backed off he knows the competitions bad/
evryone bow down to me cos I AM the best he's had/
the best ever the best forever whatever way you word it/
You ain't been judged properly unless you get my verdict/
I rest my case you're guilty of an injustice to rap/
i hereby sentence you all to shut your motherf*cking traps...

the best theres ever been i think thats a bit of an exaggeration/ try makin fun of me youll get cut worse than circumcision/ maybe i aint the best rapper but at least my sins are carnal/ but ive been fukkin around up till now u aint even seen whats in my arsenal/ ur just jealous of blackT cuz she shot ur punk a$$ down/ i think ur confusin her wit ya mama whos been hoein' all around town/ fenix aint scared off he's just takin a break lately/ youd best hope to god he dont return and thats for your own safety/ makin fun of ECW oooh thats a real low blow/ yeah the wrestling may have sucked but not as much as ur flow/ ur rappin about a verdict actin like ur some kinda jury/ ur raps so bad i hope to god u typed it in a hurry/ u little 12 year old punk you cant test my skills/ you may have potential but that dont pay the bills/ u must be jokin if u wanna battle me/ put ur rhymes on a disc u couldnt sell that $hit for free

The best that I had? Kid, you don’t even rate/
Sure you give decent head but it was nowhere near great/
And your flows don’t compare, you’re barely a lightweight/
Let me translate, my styles put a stop to your heart rate/
You try to be funny like you think you’re a comic/
You’re a bottle rocket and my bombs are more than atomic/
So go pray to your “god” in hopes he can stop it/
He can’t, I’m blowing up like a crazy Islamic/
You really should quit/
go and throw a fit/
Your spit has no wit, no class, no style and no grit/
British Bulldog? I’m a Pit/
and I’m fit to take a hit/
youre done as soon as i click submit/
one last breath before your throat is slit/
I said dont mention my name, did you think i would forget?/
I think its time for you to give up rap, maybe try a sewing kit/

Shut your face before I knock it all over the place/
I'll leave you praying as if you were saying grace/
I'm a judge and that's all you need to know/
you're in jail don't collect $200 when you pass go/
I'm entitled to my opinion and I think you're all sh*t/
you're constant whining is really getting on my t*ts/
then again I expect it from you godam yanks/
so many McDonalds fat comes out when you w*nk/
I'm a garbage compacter and you lot prepare to be squashed/
you lot think your black-nah you just haven't washed/
Over here in England we do things right/
we don't sit at computers all day trying to get a social life/
and if I don't reply for a while that's because I'm out/
see I've got friends-something you lot know zilch about/
go cry your eyes out cos I've hit the nail on the head/
hitting the spot more in here than I do in bed/
and that's a lot just ask blackT/
then again that girl-she jumps in so easily/

that wuz the g@yest $hit ive ever heard

Look at this kid, thinks he’s a tuff guy/
Puffing out his chest, but when he speaks he gets tongue tied/
Sorry kid, I don’t pray, or say grace, and if I/
Were to ever feel the need; best believe; it’d be in hi-fi/
Just because youre on your knees,
thanking for the meal youll soon receive/
Doesn’t make you gods gift to rap,
it just means youre catching his STDs/
when he opens up his coat/
and his holy semen fills your throat/
try and remember what I wrote, as you swing from his cock like a trapeze/
now lets talk about this social life that you keep pretending that you have/
the internet is easier, and you still fail at it, for that I laugh/
so how are we to believe that you are half the man you say?/
5 ft 2, 90 pounds is the image you portray/
So now if out there in England you do things right/
Then come back next time when you learn how to fight/
but first take a step back, its my name on the marquee/
just for reading my raps, I should charge you twice the fee/
maybe ill move to England, I could be your new king/
show your women what a real big mac is, not the finger food you bring/
you hit the nail on the head alright, but it was to seal your own coffin/
I don’t soften, and ill give it to them long, hard and often.

I love this thread. Fenix is a rapping masta.