Rap Battles
 

Even if you know that you are going to make a fool out of yourself, just have a go-I need a good laugh!

Ill be the first to laugh as i slice you in half with some flows from the underground music banter staff theres no need to continue, no need to reply unless you got the skills but you dont, ill tell you why. In the art of battling you dont ask, you strike first, but you missed and now im pissed and youll leave in a hearse. I caught you slippin, now your grippin, struggling for your last breath, try and match me, im to fancy, to respond would be lyrical death. sit back and grab a pen and prepare to take notes, ive owned better rappers than you with the shit that ive wrote.

word.

damn fenix your straight effin gangster.

lmao jesus you must sit there and think up these for hours! I ain't taking part in the rap battles though-just want to hear everyone elses. So then-who's gonna step up to Fenix?

i heard that the Fenix rises from the ashes/ but after me you'll look like you were in 5 car crashes/ cos you know ima beat you down/ what your wearing on your head-thats my crown/ shh....shh...listen whats that sound.../ thats the sound of the new illest rapper coming to town/ and thats me hobojesus/ you know you cant touch this you know you cant see this/ i'll take all your record deals and i'll leave you broke/ you musta eaten something that didn't digest cos i think you're gonna choke!

I dont rise from the ashes cuz ive never been burned/you gave it a shot but now the tables have turned/ 5 car crashes and i still walk away but the sixth will be your last cuz im headed your way/ now dont run and hide, im glad that youve tried/ but you need some more lessons if thats all you can provide/ and if you pay attention, youll see I dont choke/ but I did hear hobo swallows and someone said you deep throat/ a few words of wisdom/ from the wise to you/ give it up while you can/youre finished/youre through/ your flows are like lullabyes/ they put people to sleep/ theyre boring and weak/ youre a trick/ im the treat/ ill leave you with that/ had enough?/ i see your head in your hands/ beat me down? yeah youre real tough.

haha...shit man, you got talent...

it doesnt take hours/ its all freestyle son/ give me a couple seconds and ill show you how its done/ incase you didnt notice a mod means ive got rights/ rights to check IPs so now let me shed a little light/ you start a thread to battle not expecting the heat/ and when i brought it/ you couldnt stop it/ and now youve gotten cold feet/ now who is this hobojesus thinking hes got game?/ im onto you two/ youre one in the same/ or was he just a friend of yours who thought he could flow?/ using your computer thinking noone would ever know?/ I was hoping someone would come along/ someone with some style/ but all i get are lame attempts/ i think youve been watching too much 8 Mile.

Oh dear.
Oh dear.
I once did this in another thread...
Haha.

well figured out me and tambo are both the same/ but checkin up IPs dude thats just pretty lame/ I got two accounts so I could give you twice the beating/ that car crash must have damaged your brain if you thought I was retreating/ there's no need to retreat if I haven't been bettered/ i leave you so cold you'll need to wear a sweater/ your material's so dry even your mom is wetter/ you ain't getting the message shall I write it out in letter's?/
G-O H-O-M-E and rethink your life/ cos I'm what fakers like you call Death and you've just tasted my scythe/ yes you've had a good run/ and some of your rhymes have been fun/ but as far as I'm concerned this battle's already been won........

im glad you returned/ it shows you got balls/ other than the ones on your chin everytime my pants fall/ 2 accounts? whats your problem? nevermind its clear as day/ one ready for backup when i blow the other away/ my flows are just starting, ive only begun/ a million ways to bash you but ill only need one/ so when youre material is ready/ you know where ill be/ but next time bring the skillz if you want to contest me/ oooh you mentioned my mother/ you must be insane/ try working on your humor before people start to complain/ you want me to get crazy? im like David Koresh/ tell your mom to ice her panties to keep her crabs fresh/ now that im off your mom, wait, ok now/ i see she swallows like you so i wont need a towell/ I hope you understand that im still warming up/ stick around for a bit and watch me erupt/ and when i do just beware that i just may make you cry/ and when everybodys laughing at you/ youll understand why/ you think youre winning this battle? you must be off of your meds/ i own people like you and at anytime will bash heads/ so give it up now before humiliation occurs/ your demise is inevitable/ im the judge and the jurrors.

while i get better you just get worse/ come on take a look at that last verse/ i may not be as good as you yet, no you are right/ im better than you so lets just end this fight/ my third ever battle and you are looking a little shaken/ you said I cant rap man what you been taking/ seriously i AM the best there is Fenix/ I be coughing up ill flows like im buleamic/ when i say you suck man i really mean it/see you were good to begin with but then you trailed off/ and you're doing less and less *** jokes-are you going soft?/
Well now I'm going to give you just what you deserve/ you say you're the judge and the jury...well I'm the executioner....:finger:

oh...and you say it takes you 2.47 seconds to think up a rap? well, im still waiting...

this go's to Fenixpunk

cuz HoboJ wanted me to destroy you right quick.:wavey:

I'm comin off top point blank period you comin with a style That we don't take serious/
I smoke you to the end with no residue left put tha Wesson to ya chin where the rest of you at?/
I don't even have to stunt when it come to the rhymes leaven ya ass in a stomp tryna fu*k wit one line/
and you fu*kin with S.B. thats a laugh for me it's a better chance of dame dash askin for cash from me/
or freeway fu*kin over cassidy you bastards see tryna master me/
I'm the master B turn ya life around become a pastor see/
Before I put you under ground make you part of the past to see/
Cause when I'm dissin niggas it's highly ridiculous you niggas can't see me cause you blinded with syphilis/
and who the fu*k is you to try and defy me I throw those bullets into two''s hook you up to a IV/
see I'm ruthless but cool you don't want to try me leave you shaken in your boots like the old age Ali/
how you gonna play me dawg you play with bloody draws/
eatin cat in the backseat lickin ladies Raw where I left my babies dawg/
I'm # one second to none leave ya ass with no lungs from givein mouth to a gun/

i didnt ask for your help... just wondered seen as you started the whole rappin thing whether you wanted to join in...

Hobojesus....you are absolutely correct

This battle has been won.


Sadly not by you.....

SB or is that BS/ see I'd love to like your rhymes but they don't make any sense/ take a tip from fenix and go and burn/ before you mess with with the big boys theres a lot of stuff you still gotta learn

im at work, and sometimes have to break away from the board to actually do work, so give me a sec while i finish some stuff i got to do.

bungalow you wanna rap?

take him bagalow,show him your skillz

ye look the ppl are waiting bungalow-deliver.

guess he aint gonna... who would've guessed?

what the hell is this? an orgy of stupidity?/ now i got 2 guys gang bangin each other/ neither with any sensibility/ one thinks hes got flows the other thinks hes an MC/ both sound like bad examples of dr seuss if you ask me/ hobo watch and learn/ SB whats the matter cant see?/ the bolding just makes it annoying if you cant understand then just leave/ go form a crew of internet wannabes/ youre both out of your league/ get some sense of rythem cuz youre all over the place/ i write for a living, you two are a disgrace/ so now you can go back at sucking each other off/ and give props to each other even though you both lost/ the outcome is obvious with the style you lack/ one on his back/ the other on crack/ so dont come out bitchin about how hard you claim to be/ nobodys buying it/ like metallicas latest CD/ dont let your anger take control/ cuz for sure it gets the best of you/ and when its all said and done youll see it takes more than two/ to stop what im doin cuz im a runaway train/ and when youre done doin what your doin/ youll still remember my name.

You wanna mess with me/son I'll leave you crying/ I tear you down to the ground/ but I wont even be tryin'/ and when I'm done spittin rhymes/you'll be on the ground dyin'/my word are like flames/ that will rip you apart/ I thought you'de be a challenge/ but you were done from the start/you think you got flow/ but my words are state of the art/Fenix thrashed you once/ I wouldve thought you'de have learned/ I'de tear you down more/ but youve already been burned

real niggas feel you? i know what you mean/
i see youve been to the pen, i bet they keep your ass clean/
again talkin **** about gats, is that all youve got?/
tuff guy on the net, but im the better shot/
ill use little words so you understand, youre played out you should stop/
lets see how many times i can claim that ill cap you?/
is that really all you can think of? nothing else you can flow to?/
ive seen bitches like you ever day of the week/
with your fake platinum chains, and fake gold teeth/
bet you walk with a limp, bet you claim youre a pimp/
truth is youre a kid with an IQ of a gimp/
and now i must leave, you see i work, i make bank/
while youre livin at mommas home, im smokin the dank.

^ you misspelled pediphile and wtf is in mail?

I actually had a hard time with in mail...and i don't want to touch you because I don't know when you last had your shots or took a shower

No i actually am feeling very straight now. But you on the other hand I can't tell you who to like but please for the sake of the rest of the world...Abstain from having any form of sex because you seem like a tough cookie to live with.

now now everyone just calm down/ put down your gats SB and listen to my sound/ you talk about guns as if you are 50 Cent/ i see you listed in my phone book as wiggas to rent/ you use so many g*y jokes that maybe YOUR bent/ go find yourself a new hobby cos gangster you ain't/ and bungalow/ maybe you'll be as good as me someday but that day is never/ now who else wants to have a go at being clever?/ who wants to have a pop have a shot/ at the newest and best rapper that you'll see on this block/ now for Fenix/ I know I've dissed you but I still got respect/ cos 5 battles on and we still got something left/ but as I'm growing stronger people better clear the room/ cos like I said I'm the executioner and this is what I call your doom...

:bringit: see SB my guns are better than yours

I think rapping ****ing blows/like hobojesus's samoan hoes/time to cut the crap/can I have some respect like that?/i bet all you wiggers are spitting/that a chick could really be dissing/come on start repenting/or I'll knife your pathetic rap endings/look at these 12 year-olds go/they think they are in the know/reality check puberty aint hit yet/so don't even try and hit this flow.

This is getting entertaining now, vanilla joins the game/
but be warned Ill rip you apart too, girl or boy, youre all the same/
I dont have a problem with guns like some might think, in fact i own a few/
but i dont think they make my penis big like some people tend to do/
SB says i stereotyped him but it was just an observation/
I disected his flows as if I had performed an operation/
and what i read from the posts hes made really needs no explanation/
guns, gats, bullets, chains, i think he needs a long vacation/
my final thoughts, ya the kid can flow, but each post was the same situation/
same things over and over and over like a typical radio station/
NWA called, they want their gimmicks back, try using some imagination/
something original will come to you, eventually, just be patient/
hobojesus, wassup?! glad to see youve stuck around/
i was beginning to think you packed up and left town/
not that id blame you, after all pound for pound/
you made the mistake of calling out the toughest lyricist around/
your style cant match me/
your crew they cant catch me/
for you to even think of speaking my name out loud is blasphemy/
im sweeter than vanilla, and hotter than spice/
got so many flows its never the same thing twice/
im whiter than rice/
im mean when im nice/
ive made you all my bitches, Im compared to Heidi Fleiss/
i slow it down to 33 RPMs so you all can keep up/
and my flows can be so intoxicating they will make you hiccup/
im off the hook so much that i come with an operator warning/
and my intellect will make your head spin to the point youll still be dizzy in the morning/

i think fenix just owned you all.

*pounds on the table reciting fenix's rap*

:dj:
What is all of this noise that I hear/
sounds like a bunch of animals running in fear/
Do any of you all know what you talkin about/
Or are these just meaningless screams and shouts/
Guns, gangs, gold teeth and chains/
All your psychobabble talk makes me insane/
Each and everyone of you is out of luck/
I think all of you suck/
Not one of you is worth a buck/
Worthless as a Ford pickup truck/
Found on the road dead/
You all need to go home, go to bed/
Fenixpunk, you stink like mildewed spunk/
S.B., I don’t know what to say/
I think maybe you’re the one that’s g*y/
Hobo Jesus, what’s in the name/
Hobo the clown fits better, your broke and lame/
I don’t care what your homies say/
I think you all need to go elsewhere and play…:bonkhead:

are u writing a ghetto poem or rapping

that was some dope sh*t fenix..