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Yo bitch im im so cool
cooler then you, you stupid tool.. this is coops and ethan bustin out a fat beat straight from the streets yo, you aint got no match for these beats so go back to your rich upper class streets were straight out of the hood gee aiight? its quite clear to see you aint no match for alexis and holdfast so go back to yer preschool rhymes and yer vanilla ice tape cause were lyrically perfoming rape so next time you come struttin your white ass around think twice, or your face will meet the ground ill take you to the doggie pound cause thats where a bitch like you belongs you can go smoke your bongs, you'll neve be as cool as Ethan when it comes down to it, he is the man coops'll own yer ass with his phat beets his lyrics are straight from the street so skeet skeet away cause coops and ethan are here to stay so listen you ghey just run the **** away by me and ethan. |
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And you wonder why you can't get your white arses a label/ This here is where you need to be/ The level I'm at is like the alphabet, you're at F and I'm at T/ Lyrics don't write themselves so there's no saving you/ How can you flow when you've just got no go?/ You're pumpin out the crusty beats and they'll pull the curtains on your show. I'm given you a taste of the stuff that'll be kickin your arse/ You don't gotta smoke grass to make this shit last, it's all natural/ Comin at ya with shards of glass, this here is class/ I got my 44 at the ready, holding it steady/ One shot and I'll sink your pink teddy/ You want a battle? Bring it, I'm ready/ Fenix at the height of his game couldn't fake it/ Flake it, be the only way down/ But Fenix, it's different when someone who flows like water comes to town/ Listen to the sound, the rhythm, that beat, don't tell me, you're about to drown?/ And now I'll I move on to Ethan and a guy called hope/ Let me assist you hope, I'ma handing you some rope/ Theres the exit, you know the place, it's where your shaft entered the pope/ The beats on your preteen street haven't seen the light/ They're no challenge, not even worth my fabulous insight/ I'll play you some Vanilla Ice, I know you think it's tight/ Oh you can do better then that? Well I want to see/ I expect you to know you're abc's, and please, no masturbating in front of me/ Here I'm givin you a pen and some paper, show me some lyrical rape/ I'll get the deck and a tape/ This tape cost me a dollar, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt/ An for fuck sake hit me hard, no more pussying around, thats not what this thread is about. |
You merkaba throwin preschool insults
Well actually learn to rhyme youll get real results Im fly even when i aint high so go cry Youll be wondering why i raped you so bad Stuck my lyrically penis in your mouth you once had Your jaws on the floor you cant believe i made you look like a whore Heres one more for the score I ripped your c0ck off and thew it to a chick she said it was possibly the smallest d1ck she'd ever seen keep in mind this prostitude has done a million boys i aint trying to be coy but rappings my joy and listen up boy Your a poser So im gonna close this rhyme later buttface see you another time |
Alex I've seen saggy man breasts with more poke then that
I ask you to hit me hard and you hand me this crap Wheres my baseball bat I've got a homerun to hit Your curveball is slower then old granny murphy jumpin at the bit Watch this strike, it's no soft swipe, it'll hit you harder then whatevers in your pipe Needless to say I knew you'd foul with the soft stuff Penis and hoes just ain't enough You gotta get angry, the beats gotta be manly, and don't worry about when I snap back at ya Cause I'll impress everyone, particularly your family, and especially old ma an granpa, Son seeing the prostitute talk just reminded me Last i heard, didn't you work for free? I'm takin it easy on you, my beat is ambling along merrily But when you ask me to step it up to the absolute peak I'll be waiting, rhymes, timing and flair just for you,theres no hiding around here But be my guest, I'll give you a 10 second headstart Take it at a run, or a sprint, however fast your fear will carry you before I tear you apart. |
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this thread entertains me so much... and i cant wait for fenix to come in here and shut you all down. |
Everyone knows Fenix will most likely do so, I'm just having some fun while I can :laughing:
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yo, coop dawg in da house
merkaba, you stupid mouse you sniffed cheese, and fell for the trap you try to rhyme, but my friend your just a strap about to be beaten by a punk this will end your rhymes and your bull**** junk i hope for your sake, you can see you've lost unfortunate its come at such a cost i find rap just a bit ghey who am i kidding? its made society decay an abyss of bull****, its so worthless though not as bad as you and your boyfriends penis that sh1ts just fu*cked up so bitch, you better back up yo, this rhyme is your downfall your as useless as a green piece of ****, thats all id love to kick you in the head but id feel bad, cause your most likely an imbred thats right i went there, paid out your parents it was awkward, so they made love in silence brother and sister, man thats screwed yes a play on words right there, but now to conclude dont bust in on this hood unprepared you and me just can not be compared fu*ck you, you'll do exactly what i tell you (in your sig) go pray for a bitter existence you believe in the yin-yang, but **** dawg, this fight aint in balance the scales are in my favour like a middle eastern bomber you will fall like the rest for you see, I am the best. |
I've seen off more than my fair share of fakers in the past/
and now it's your turn to peer into the looking glass/ and see just how long your yankee @ss will last/ you can't touch this 'homie' cos I'm moving too fast/ Look at y'all thinkin you black but your whiter than shady/ I'll knock you down before you can say Ice Ice Baby/ In a movie you'd be comedy and I'd be thriller/ Ice cream I'd be strawberry you'd be vanilla/ Get a taste of flavour-the taste of failure/ You've lasted till now-be glad for how long I've gave ya/ Be thankful that I've battled you cos this is what has made ya/ Forget Buffy this is Hobo the wigga slayer/ Packed my machette to cut through the cr*p and the grime/ Just to hear a kid who can actually spit a good rhyme/ and I'm disappointed cos my quest goes on/ and on and on like the size of my schlong/ you may have a big mac but your girl told me the beef tastes wrong/ She goes commando cos her @ss has eaten her thong/ See I dropped you down now spend an hour to match this/ You take more time to write a rhyme than Royal Mail dispatches/ I'm at the finishing line before they shoot the gun/ you're right... you don't need to say Grace when the main course ain't begun...:finger: |
This chump isn’t done yet? Still trying to ball/
Confused why your name wasn’t on opening call?/ You didn’t meet the weigh in, sorry, you’re too small/ Come back in a few years, maybe then you can brawl/ Fact is I’ve annihilated you every time in the past/ With ease I continue to keep owning your ass/ Breaking you is as simple as a brick thrown through glass/ Your flows are back in coach, my flows are first class/ Now its time to hang the hobo, who’s next to beat the bum?/ I’m sure hell let you know just exactly where he’s from/ Jolly ol’ England, so proud, and so unique/ (Oh but we kicked your ass once before, your flows and your army both are weak) You feel you’re at the top of your game, then let me explain to you technique/ Most people grasp the concept quickly, for you it will probably take all week/ I would speed it up, but you can’t keep up, when you give it up, I won’t let up, you cant put up, maybe when you grow up, till then shut up, you turn corrupt, while i erupt, so now what’s up?/ You come from England so you should recognize a crown/ I flow harder than a river and everyone’s here to watch you drown/ The name fits you nicely, a hobo is nothing but a bum clown/ Ill leave you face down, alone like a ghost town, rip you up like a prom gown and throw you out like a bad sound/ You flow like you’re defecating/ claim you got it, but were still waiting/ to much of your times spent masturbating/ by the looks of the flows you’ve been creating/ |
Dis thuggin' gangxta is throwin' in the towel.
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Like I've said before you gotta keep up cos I'm moving fast/ Sure you've beat me before I ain't gonna deny/ but now that I'm better go ahead have another try/ Your flows are first class on the Boeing 747/ Crashing down on the 9th of the 11th/ Sure I'm sick and I step out of line/ but nothings gonna hold me back from spitting a good line/ you used to be worthy now your not worth it/ I would respect you but you really don't deserve it/ Americans beat the English? Yeah 4 centuries ago/ for your independence-you was our b*tch, our ho/ Christopher Columbus should've never found you/ oh did I mention that guy was British too/ yeah so if it weren't for us Brits then you'd all be scr*wed/ so next time you're all sitting down eating your food/ think about who put it all on your plate/ think about who made you fat b*stards overweight/ Yes I can recognise a crown Fenix remember... I'm wearing one?/ I bet it's pretty annoying to get owned by a Bum/ Masturbating? If I did that my two hands wouldn't be free/ to type in this thread and kick your @ss for all to see/ I didn't make the weigh in cos it's American scales/ where they don't measure in ounces-they measure in whales/ So put pen to paper and try to match this rhyme so easily/ I've got a deal on-buy one @ss kicking and you get one free/ Your vision was jaded but now you're starting to see/ why all the focus is turning to me/ cos I'm the best there was and the best there ever will be/ Maybe you are a little bit p*ssed/ that you could have had me before but you fired and you missed/ the crowd are wondering how I've still survived/ and now the tables have turned-you're dead I'm alive/ the mourners gather to all look at your shrine/ it reads 'Rest In Peace Fenix-1996-2005'/ Mourners? Did I say mourners? I meant the pidgeons that sh*t on your grave/ You ain't had no mourners for a couple of days/ apart from me cos you read the name I'm a hobo/ I sit on your grave drinking till they tell me to go/ I would dance on it to give you total disrespect/ but why mock you further when you ain't got nothing left?/ |
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The bolded line is the lamest thing I've ever heard You suck Like a duck You shmuck I dont give a fuck cluck cluck word. |
Rippin you apart son, thats why I came
I hope you know your done so prepare to get maimed Why do you still rap when your name has been shamed I'm like a wild animal, I can't be tamed If your gonna play with fire you best know you'll get burned You got spit on your face, ya, but you still havent learned I think we all agree that this court is adjorned You should hang your raps upon a shelf as far as I am concerned We can all see that you're choking harder than your girlfriend Matter of a fact, when I'm done with you I think I'll stick it in her back end Reply with your lame rhymes, that in a second I'll trancend Rap battling with me....are you going off the deep end? You keep dropping rhymes I'll tell you they're shit You've been told so many times But I guess you forget I wish you'de understand that you wont ever win Your rhymes consist of bland shit recycled over again You think that you can flow but you aint even got game I'm only gettin started I'm about to take aim |
Slip into my yellow jumpsuit all Uma Thurman/
This is How We Do I hope you're all learning/ My samurai sword and my glock in my pocket/ ready to shoot heads off and pull eyes out of sockets/ Coming to cinemas soon Kill Bill Volume Three/ Everyone feel all special cos you watching it for free/ Bungalow you can go home but your limbs belong to me/ I told you that you'd get whooped you should've taken heed/ but now you're dying in the gutter/ You developed a stutter/ can't spit now can you! You're words are just mutters/ scarred for life like I scarred the inside of your wife/ Had such a hard-on she felt like she was f*cked with a knife/ And when she gives birth don't go all crazy/ cos of the fact I look like all of your babies/ You don't need to tell em if you don't want to/ that their real father ripped you up to bits and ran right through you/ my rhymes are bland? about as bland as a rainbow/ dude you've been crushed, squashed, destroyed now let it go/ Stop being all sore just cos I've whooped you before/ and don't come back with some other cr*p asking for more/ you're dead in the first round/ six feet deep underground/ You think I've become worse-I've improved by leaps and by bounds/ I may have been small fry before but now I'm the main course/ Read about me in your XXL and your Source/ I'm the leader the King and the Don/ bringing you a rapping phenomenon/ Others fade away but I'll never be gone/ Fenix thinks HE'S the master hacker but I am The One/ Destined for fame in my flash bouncing car/ I'm giving out dirty stares to people from afar/ Can you people please go back to strumming your guitars/ King is what I am but read the bold and find out what you are... |
So you wanna get slaughtered like you have before
Quick! You beter get home cause I'm f*cking your whore I ripped her to bits just like I've done to you Cause when we were done fucking she thought I was through But I pulled out a blade and I fucked up her throat I said "You dont wanna f*ck with me, I'm crazier than Truman Capote" I hope you dont mind all the blood on your bed I put a bullet in your girl while she was givin me head Now that I'm done with your bitch I can get back to you I'll f*cking burn you so bad you'll be like a holocaust Jew I told you not to start with me but look what you've done You think that your the best well bitch I'M number one You really wanna fuck with me, you just dont understand I'll tear your fucking face apart using just one hand I'm tearin down the wall that seperates you from me Then I'll fuck you up again just like in the 18th century Hows it feel to get demolished by a bunch of farmers up in trees Everytime you get back up I bring you to your knees I hope that you'll respond soon so I can move this shit along And send you to the whore house which is just where you belong I wish you would stop sayin your the best there's ever been Cause everytime you say it, I wanna fuck you up again I told you I was aiming now I'm bout to pull the trigger That will diminish all your hopes and dreams you stupid fucking wigger But I'm givin you this one last chance to give it all you got Oh no, wait, never mind, I just fired the shot You got c*ck in your throat so I know its hard to reply Finish suckin that dude dry but dont even try to repy You came outta this battle with bullet in your head and some black on your eye |
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Youre living in a fantasy, in reality im in command/ So you think you can finish me? With little rhymes like that?/ Let me explain further just what im getting at/ Your style is weak, your flows are low grade/ You come from the gutter, well that’s where your flows stayed/ People like me, piss on people like you, and everyone stops to laugh/ My flows overpower you, hell even if I cut them in half/ So what makes you think in that small brain of yours, that im living in the past?/ It just seems that way, its déjà vu every time I whoop that ass/ I humiliate you, desecrate you, and give it to you straight/ Youre rhymes compared to mine are expired and out of date/ But I guess id be pissed to if some dumb yank made fun of me/ And shot me down on the internet for everyone to see/ You haven’t brought anything to the plate, empty handed evertime/ Winning this battle is too easy for me, so easy it should be a crime/ So get back to kissin your queen on the ass/ Shes royalty there, but over here shes white trash/ And maybe us Americans are really English from birth/ So I can see where youd get upset that were now the greatest on earth/ Ya we get fat, cuz we can and we will/ We go around polluting, and what we touch we will kill/ So why don’t we invade that little country of yours?/ Make you our slaves, make you do all our chores?/ You know if we did, you wouldn’t stand a chance/ Whos got your back? The fruitcakes in France?/ A country full of homos, invade 1 get 1 free/ shit on your queens thrown and piss in your tea/ You might think im mad, but im still laughing at you/ Now go back to your benny hill so you have something to cum to/ And when you think of something clever, then try again fool/ Cuz everyone here just loves watching fenix take the hobos ass to school/ |
America shouldn't have the stars, shouldn't have the stripes/
Strip them of their resources and you're just mould dwelling on pipes/ Government thinks they are the UN/ All the other countries are too poor, so they start a spewin/ How did this power crazed war pig come to dominate?/ Who would know, what can you do? No one wants to participate/ Terrorism? You can go it alone, allies or not, we won't have you decide our fate/ Georgey wants to find weapons of mass destruction/ America voted one in, why are you still looking?/ Now thats political abduction/ Can't you see, your friends are far away, we don't want to play/ Wars have been done before, you just keep wanting more/ Poverty and scandal litter the yankee streets, fuck health you say, what about the beats?/ Trying to rule the world, take a look in the mirror, can't you see your flaws?/ New Zealand being pressured into Nuclear power, we say no, now will you just go/ Can't take an answer as no, what are doing, get out, cause we said so/ Don't push us against the wall, we don't care how small we are, you don't own us and we know who we are/ You hunted Urban cause he gave the US some stick?/ Look at you bagging France, if only AITA would ban this hypocrite/ Not takin this below the belt, this is just heart felt/ We want some respect and America don't show it/ We think you owe it, and you know it/ Look at my crusty rhymes, all out of time, look at me whine/ I know thats how you'll come back, it's the same old attack/ I can cop your flak, it's no skin off my back/ Fenix I respect you man, you've got killer persona/ Your sorta creativity would have given Picasso a boner/ Take this sledge not as a stab, not even a wee jab/ Tis just an outsiders view on a country that needs some rehab/ I understand it is near impossible to have a civilised nation/ The size of one like yours would require some serious donation/ When so much rests on the shoulders of one civilisation/ We don't want to be a country on your leash, we just want some light navigation. |
I see you guys are getting annoyed with the fact I won't shut up/
Getting annoyed with the fact I'm too tough/ With the fact that even when I might seem done/ I hit you with a left hook-and then another one/ Understand no matter how hard you try/ Each time you call me out-I WILL reply/ It's in my blood to not give in/ You keep replying? I keep replying./ There will be no end unless you call it quits/ *waits patiently, finds a chair and sits*/ So what will it be, will you continue?/ Will you try and see this battle through?/ No matter whether I get battered or even slightly bruised/ You guys have f*cked with dynamite/ and you've just lit the fuse/ I've given you advice-advice you must use/ Stand and fight or be the bigger man-which path will you choose? |
Merry Christmas from 'The Wandering Jew'
Oh and a little Christmas rhyme for those paying attention to this forum...
Down your chimney, comes Ol' Saint Nick/ Had to many whiskys, he's feeling a bit sick/ his arse is red raw from sitting on Rudolph's dick/ I stole the spirit of Christmas and they put me in Nick/ The others got great pressies-I got a lump of coal/ blacker than Bungalow Bill's unwiped arsehole/ But seriously... everyone hold hands time to be merry/ Indulge yourself with turkey and a few glasses of sherry/ Cos no time to hate when you need to give love/ loving those that are here, and those that are above/ cos the greatest present is the gift of those close/ being able to share Christmas with others is what matter the most/ A time to remember a time you'll never forget/ just remember that each coming year is going to be your best/ So I say thankyou to you all and give you my best wishes/ but most importantly Merry Christmas..... BITCHES! |
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Haha I have no pride for my country. My countries sh*tty just like America! Its usually, and I'm being Stereotypical here, the Americans who go all patriocal about their country-so I thought "Why not brag about Britain?". There are some good things about America, same as there are some good things about Britain. Don't take my battles too seriously! PS You like the little Christmas rap I did-I went all Run DMC on yo bItch @ss!
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Rapping like this has to be the most fantastic way to express an opinion though, I like it. Merry Christmas too, guys:thumb: |
wow... I never thought anyone would take my rap quite so seriously. It's gone all quiet now. I'm bored.
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I'm not a big fan of rap either but others see things in rap I can't...it's called taste. Here's another word...respect...get some! If you have nothing positive to say...best to say nothing! |
yeah web is floating around all these forums making god damned annoying, stupid posts.
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Just for that alone he deserves banning. |
I'm sure he would know about skid-marked underpants.
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if this was the "caption the person above you" thread I'd be calling you a pervert.
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And if this was the caption the person above you thread, I'd be calling you correct.
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WebZeppelin was banned! Bullying does work! *Runs off to shoves kids head in toilets*
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I am so tempted to sig that.
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Someone get this battle started again
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>.> I like candy/ It is dandy/ It makes me randy/ Er...yeah thats enough for me |
i like heavy metal but that's ok/
i eat kids who think emo is gay/ i'm not quite a rapper, but slowly acheiven'/ what others couldn't even start believen/ i'm not from a hood, or a rough part of town/ my heart is the start of the this rhyme I throw down/ my clothes don't match all the time and my hair ain't straight/ i drive an old truck and my shoes aren't that great/ i never shot a cop or another person for that matter/ sad thing is i got no rep and you're just getting madder/ so dis me if you want and show me some crow's/ bout how cool you are with your car and some hoe's/ but i got real love and real life on my side/ son i think you're rapping career just died *drops mic and walks away* |
I would battle back... but I don't think that was an actual call out to anyone, just some random sh*t. Anyways, if anyone wants to actually battle then feel free to post.:)
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welcome the return of the unsigned hype/ unchained untamed and im ready to fight/ you may as well be watchin a copy of the lord of the rings/ cuz just like frodo you all are sein the return of the king/ i see more jokers are here tryin to spit their rhymes/ but theyd best be keepin an eye on their vital signs/ if hobojesus wants a battle he dont have to look too far/ but youd better get ready for a few battle scars/ cuz im invisible invincible youll get d1ck slapped until youre sensible/ you think my syllables give a f**k if their meaning is irreprehensible/ i dont think so/ thats why i spit it mornin noon and night/ and you motherf**ckers that say you wanna battle me/ you aint even worth my f**kin time/ cuz my vocabulary is so scary itll put my adversaries in the cemetary/ word!
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yo ma man i like your rhyming/ rap's bout the attitude n not the timing/ you make me wanna get on stage/ perform my music provoked by rage/ you might think a rap white girl's just a tool/ but look at that eminem who's got the world fooled/ once again, rap's not the color or the sex/ but the message and the sex/ and the fame that makes our money/ now go cry and kiss your mummy
word, brotha... i own |
BlackT is this all your bringing?/
And you called fun fun fun lame/ Look at that crap, I hope you don't expect fame/ I'll show you game/ It's exciting, unleashed, wild and untamed/ So just before you point the finger and blame/ Remember who pulled you from the smoke and flame/ Oh man/ This is bad/ Stupid "ame", it's all soundin the same... |
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It's all sounding the same, whatever youre spitting To the rhymes I'm committing, and the mic moans cause I'm hittin You're untamed, green like a virgin trying for the score More but you're retreating like ocean water from the shore You're the big man on campus? yeah like 300 pounds Jealous, cause I got you drooling more than some hungry hounds Don't sweat the technique, what you're seeing is all me I come hard like a beat that they've all come to see Got it right, your rhymes are bad, but not LL like You got skills, physch kid I got you exhausted like you took a hike Take the hint and disapear from the limelight, just go away Like a cheesesteak your rep is slipping away like flowers after May You can't take a hard stance and pretend to be unfazed When my rhymes are knife laced, cut ya like paths in a maze I've got the masses convinced, anything you say is blasphemy Talk all the smack you want but you'll always finish last to me |
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