I'm tellin all of you, no one here can rap better than me. 13 year old spitton fire. :D

let me guess you rap about **** you never did? I don't see what's there to rap about for a 13 year old :rolleyes:

let me guess you rap about **** you never did? I don't see what's there to rap about for a 13 year old
I don't rap about that gangsta ****. Aint my style. I rap about how ****in nice i am, and how much money i make.

One time's not down with us now they lookin for my ride but I'm on the bus dont turn you back on a brother like me cause I'm one broke mother****er in need.

I'm tryin to be huge in this hip hop thing,
Ya'll thinkin shaq, i'm talkin Yao Ming

ma'****as aint tryin to test their luck
step to c-dough for sho ***** you get bucked

I see i got some comp. I underestimeted you mother****ers.

Came in talkin' big cos brotha had doubt, now the young ass motha****a's gettin' knocked the **** out.

or something...

*****s keep talkin ****, i'm a finish em asap,
you ***** *****s mad cause i beat up their girl's cat

*****s keep talkin ****, i'm a finish em asap,
you ***** *****s mad cause i beat up their girl's cat

I don't claim to be a good rapper, but I do claim to know good rapping. And that quote is definately not good rapping.

I don't claim to be a good rapper, but I do claim to know good rapping. And that quote is definately not good rapping.
Then post up somethin that is good rapping.

I paint pictures so vivid that Ray Charles sees
my flow sicker than a hoe workin wit herpies

I don't claim to be a good rapper, but I do claim to know good rapping. And that quote is definately not good rapping.
same here it had me laughing... but
if it continues its gonna have me napping.:D

I think i am the best white rapper on boxingscene :p

Then post up somethin that is good rapping.

I paint pictures so vivid that Ray Charles sees
my flow sicker than a hoe workin wit herpies
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.................... .

Master Director is best rapper on BoxingScene.

A young rapper steps to BS thinkin' that he's real good
but he's got 13 years and he ain't from no 'hood
He's never got drunk or even had his first lay
so maybe he should leave the rappin' for a later day.


man that was weak, so away I go.....
theres only so much you can say about a guy you dont know.

masterdirector is the best

he has won all of his battles

i am maybe the best manager
maybe

1st round ko need to stop talkin ****
i leave that ***** on the side walk covered wit piss
my lyrics make you quit, and you don't wanna admit
but i was sexin your chick, she deep throated this dick

I don't hear nothin' but noise come out when you speak.
better stop those lips flappin cos you rhymes is weak
never heard a kid talk as much **** as you
so you better get outta my face and go on back to school.

Stick to skate boards and hockey,
cause when i start to rap this white boy can't stop me
I'm a young Buck, and i got my nuts sucked
more times than you, ***** ***** that's the truth

you cant say ***** in here?:mad:

I thought you could say ***** on here?
Oops. I didn't know that

Oops. I didn't know that
All right Ill let you slide but you have to give me 9000 points or ill tell jack the rippuh about this.!:mad:

:eek:
You ****in serious

i don't even have that much points

i don't even have that much points
Ok then its a minimum fee of 8764.:cool:

your ass is grass you got to give him points,
hey look guys I found us some joints







SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK

You want rap: yap! plus minus or equal
I dont know if u saw my sequel
"Popiskal!!!! The Movie!!!!!!" full of bad actors
u moms the main scene & I straight macked her

PopYourSkull with a crow mag leaded cavebat;
you street rat: Get out tha lounge + you cant beat that
Jay-Z aint cool with a tipped hat + ***** you cant fake rap
CALL THE POLICE! hes under attack

My style B electro shock turning hair to burnt bristles;
you need a tech nine, flamethrower + heat seeking missiles
Throw you a curve ball: Naah thats just a whiffle!!!!!
leave the box son you cant hit, left side or right
YOUR OUT! now its time to take a hike

Im wasting time on this pathetic little ho
Oscar Rules where are you foo????

LOL TKO

One time's not down with us now they lookin for my ride but I'm on the bus dont turn you back on a brother like me cause I'm one broke mother****er in need.


awwww ****, Cypress Hill in the house!

Then post up somethin that is good rapping.

I paint pictures so vivid that Ray Charles sees
my flow sicker than a hoe workin wit herpies


wacker than a chipped tooth on picture day in 8th grade.

:*******:
Why you wanna be a snitch for homie.

If you run wit knives it's obvious you aint smart
I'll tear your ass apart, you aint gonna go far
in any carreer you choose, you a ***** as dude
i'll leave you on the the street lickin the bottom of my shoe.You want rap: yap! plus minus or equal
I dont know if u saw my sequel
"Popiskal!!!! The Movie!!!!!!" full of bad actors
u moms the main scene & I straight macked her

PopYourSkull with a crow mag leaded cavebat;
you street rat: Get out tha lounge + you cant beat that
Jay-Z aint cool with a tipped hat + ***** you cant fake rap
CALL THE POLICE! hes under attack

My style B electro shock turning hair to burnt bristles;
you need a tech nine, flamethrower + heat seeking missiles
Throw you a curve ball: Naah thats just a whiffle!!!!!
leave the box son you cant hit, left side or right
YOUR OUT! now its time to take a hike

Im wasting time on this pathetic little ho

:*******:
Why you wanna be a snitch for homie.
Naw i was ****ing wit you:D but seriously you owe me 8000k.
Jack would go crazy in this *****.

wow all these white teenager rappers are str8 fiya! :rolleyes:

:*******:
Why you wanna be a snitch for homie.
Better yet there is a guy named finnesse ask him how crazy jack the rippuh can get when he hears that word.

i aint white buddy

Popsikal stop spraying your **** and get back to your bed,
I'm a straight up ***** born and bred,
I don't take **** from pre-pubescent suckas,
I'm laying the schiznet all ova ya ****as

YOU DIG!!!!!

i aint white buddywell buddy i aint white neither. you eva heard of black on black crime?

I'm black from the waist down.

I agree...jack_the_rippuh is nothin nice.

How does Jack react to the n!gga word normally

One time's not down with us now they lookin for my ride but I'm on the bus dont turn you back on a brother like me cause I'm one broke mother****er in need.
How bout some good karma for my rhymes?

I think Master Directer was pretty good when he beat Slip-X

A lesson in wordplay for yall...

My rhyme so perfect when I burst the Earth get earthquake shifted
Spit with a frayed serpent's tongue spraying toxic mystic
Microphones I flip it, cyclones I'm blizzard with it
Write poems like Bible tomes or Hindu hieroglyphics
Iller than ebola killing monkies or white blood cell flunkies
Spit for the monks, purests, the fearless and the lyric junkies
Webster bought my book because my vocab hits like Tyson's hook...

i m the best french rapper of boxingscene , period .

I'm tryin to be huge in this hip hop thing,
Ya'll thinkin shaq, i'm talkin Yao Ming

That was good, i enjoyed it.

That was good, i enjoyed it.
I thought that **** off the hook.

MasterDirector no doubt...

masterdirector is the best

he has won all of his battles

i am maybe the best manager
maybe
That doesn't mean anything. I won ten battles or so too and was never defeated.

But tino was the illest MC on these boards...(french smilie)

neils or atwa.

I'm tellin all of you, no one here can rap better than me. 13 year old spitton fire. :D

I'm the best if you don't believe me check out the chain rap thread in the Limey lounge. :cool:

oh i believe you're the best.

oh i believe you're the best.

you'd better ;)

yeah boxclever is pretty good

http://www.boxingscene.com/forums/showthread.php?t=73927&page=1&pp=20

Popsikal stop spraying your **** and get back to your bed,
I'm a straight up ***** born and bred,
I don't take **** from pre-pubescent suckas,
I'm laying the schiznet all ova ya ****as

YOU DIG!!!!!

Ohhhhh ****!!!

Obviously Im the Best Rapper

I dug up a few of the old battles I did...lol:

Vs. popsikal:



I spit rhymes one time, two times, et al.
I got 99 problems but one's not popsikal
Your mail gets addressed to "master", you're not old enough for "Mister"
You're soft; I'm hard like R. Kelly watching "Sister, Sister"

You changed your birthdate in your profile since last night; man, what's your drive?
You embarrassed or too dumb to know how long you've been alive?
Faking your year of birth so you can vote, or drink, or rent a car?
I think I know the answer; I saw you cruising in front of the gay bar

Seen my pic? I'm 40 lbs. lighter now but the same **** comes out my lips
Only thing that's different now is the pressure on your sister's hips
She saw my hot new build, her neck hair hallipulated
Said she loved white chocolate, so her womb I manipulated

Sorry my first rap's gotta be so much about some dicks
But this ****'s good enough to kill an 'MD' or '66'
I'm letting you off easy kid, 'cause it's all going to be in fun
But I'm warning you my best **** comes well after the round one

When you came to the board and said you're best, you must have been mistaken
When people read this ****, they'll know what's up, those asleep will be awakened
I hope you're not homophobic; if you are, there's some **** I'm wond'rin 'bout
Albeit it online, how's it feel to have this dick up in your mouth?

Vs. Run w/Knives:



Knives, you couldn't beat me in a battle once if it were "best of a million"
I'm a London police, you're an innocent, subway-riding civilian
Judges can't see this battle your way unless it's a complete error
I'ma make you look dumber than you did on your thread "the war on terror"

Don't boss me like you did Atwa 66; I don't like that bull****
I'll hold you down and make you drink the same poison the bigots got Wlad with
I'll catch you by surprise and turn the tables like Tszyu vs. Phillips
And hit you so hard that you're uglier than Chauncey Billups

I got this written so you have to spit the words fast to get it out in one breath
Or take like 20 Stacker II pills or get high off some real good meth
Ludacris could pull this off or Bone Thugs and maybe Trick Daddy
But when I bust I'll kick your punkass from my town all the way to Cincinnati

Only steers and queers come from your state and I don't see you having no horn
If every things big in T-X why your girl call you a "swollen acorn"
You might as well get banned, now punk, I've destroyed your BS good name
Better get a rag to wipe your ass, cause I ****ed you so good that I came

Vs. tino:



Tino thanks for stepping up to show you get some balls
Now I'ma kill this frenchie for amusement of all y'alls
you don't rhyme snails, is that a step up? you could have rhymed it with 'fails'
like you're M. Wittman, an alterego who doesn't like females

It's hard to battle you, as it appears you're only half serious
Why pull out all the stops to make everyone delirious?
will you get sympathy votes 'cause your ****'s the weakest yet
Like you're the closest thing to Morrade Hakkar that anyone could get

But don't think this verbal thrashing means your career is through
Bernard Hopkins and Mayorga got an 'L' in their debut
But it's nice to see you trying to keep up with all the guys
Who are reading this and laughing, choking on their freedom fries

Now, tino it's nothing personal, don't think you've felt my wrath
I feel bad for French people; they smell 'cause they rarely take a bath
but If I'm ever in your city and decide to give a ho a flutter
I'ma go in like Marlon Brando, to the ass via stick of butter

I'm off to do my paper, thanks for the moments that we had
And thanks for playing, tino, 0-1 really ain't that bad

Vs. Atwa I:



You say you're going to beat me, If I was limey I'd say that it was bollocks
I'm ready to get an inbox from a mob of angry pollocks
'Cause I'm from Indiana and you're of Polish descent
That makes this Brewster v Golota and you know how that **** went
Let me take you back to juvy, first day in your dorm cell
It was just like a bad movie, when you met a bunk-mate named Darnell
When it got dark he said that it's time for your pants to fall like leafs
And when you're done felch the cum out of his ass so he wouldn't stain his briefs
But I'll let the past be past, that's over and done, it don't matter anyway
'Cept when you're crying in bed, aroused with a Little Wayne record and you wonder if you're gay
I knew you were gonna say that you're young and I'm old, but kid, really save the bother
'Cause I'm only 27, but I guess that's old enough to be your father
Your mom likes her boys young, we'd have to wear rubbers so it wouldn't burn, oh
I heard her on the phone giving advice to Mary Kay Letourneau
You say respect your mind, well I'll comply, so I guess you've got it made
I'll give you credit you're probably the smartest polish teen in the third grade



What? You Back for more? I thought you'd throw in the towel
**** must make you smile like a gerbil ticklin your bowel
He resents being called Polish, he goes by the Irish Hummer
Til I kicked his face at his place of work now they call him the Irish Gummer
Some people just have thick skins; I'm inside ATwaT I think
I got two fingers in that ***** ***** and two others inside the stink
Your growl's much bigger than your brain, Lion-O
I'ma slap you like a *****, have you slurring like a whino
Is the 66 how much you weigh wet or is that your IQ?
How many blows can I take to the head til I'm a retard just like you?
Don't be pissed about the Darnell's advances, you really didn't need 'em
But remember you wouldn't have been locked up if you hadn't Abused your Freedom
So I'm winning the second round this time I didn't stoop to ethnic
Though that **** got me extra bases last time like my name was Scott Posednik
So take this like a man, Atwa don't send me that karma red
And crawl out to the curb for the trash pickup so they don't have to yell "Bring out your Dead



Pay no attention to rhyme style, syllables or meter
Apparently cursing and sixth grade insults are what "Brings the heater"
**** kissing up to the judges; I gives a **** if I caused a scene
After 2 rounds I'm leading Atwa 20-17
You gave your all, but to be the man..you know the rest from 'Naitch
You're a cute kid, now, come to my town here and I'll show you for 4-H
And if we win a ribbon, then the ****'s half yours; custody will be joint
After 2 rounds it's ridiculous that I have to win this point
Did I shoot my wad? Did I run out of gas? Is my name Jermaine or Wlad?
Win, lose, or draw, muh****a, I'm the toughest foe you've had
We can do this again, we can battlerap, in my world I'll let you inside
You need a hero, kid, and if it's not me, who, McBride?
I won't cry and whine if the judges don't like me, unlike MD, I'll be able to rest
But I'll **** your **** up bad, kid, when you show up for your drivers' test!
I'll be Jim Carrey as the Cable Guy; before I'm done you'll need Paxil
And a strongman, a magician, and a tractor puller to pull my hard dick out your axle

Savage like Kevin Arnold but square like Paul Pfeiffer
Dumb, but a sense of justice like Boo Radley risking a lifer
I swear I'm ahead, but just in case, I'm holding onto a tape
Of our little Atwa_66, juvenile victim of prison rape
I'm not laughing at your struggles man, but in juvy I'd be skeered
Cause it looks like you'll be 34 before you'll be able to grow a beard
And I know in prison you're not gay if you're the one doin' the stickin'
How does the inside of your ass taste, Atwa? Abused Freedom says "like chicken"
You'll be okay kid if you stay in school, learn to read a book or two
And learn to insult something other than gay ****, 'cause if that's all you got you're through
I could take 18 min and write six pages, but really what's the use?
I could get ****ed in the ass by the judges, and I'm still willing to truce
I know it takes you harder to type with one hand while the other stretches your rectum
Your black books said "6 gentleman callers" the last time you looked to check 'em
So my fat gay ass will go to sleep, wake up, bang the wife when she's home real thorough-like
And when she comes I'll put that **** in a Dixie cup, mail it to you so you know what ***** smell like

Vs. Jimmy the Gent:



It looks like this will be a one-shot deal, then, with your time constraints it seems.
All or nothing for me to shatter all your dreams.
One chance to shine, that's not very long.
One Moment in Time like the Whitney Houston song.

Neils has become the Boxing Scene bright & shiny Eyedea
Has gone from "the ****" to "the explosive diarrhea"
Gazbo, get some safety glasses & mask or step away
You're the first one in my path to get hit with the **** spray

Do you like my nasty mouth, or as I call it, my lyrical ****
I thought I told you to wear a mask now you're tasting my creamed corn
It went down real nice, like you on a hayride, passing hand jobs out under a quilt
Or in the middle of a Scottish dancehall, face up in a Fat Bastard's kilt

You're from the UK, where some of your fighters are tough as nails
Where nude pics of Geri Halliwell circulate via emails
Drink tea, drive on the wrong side of the road, alleys, or dirt trails
**** with me, I'll have you headed towards Ireland by way of ***** Wales

I'ma take out your whole island, dude, I'm homicidal like that
I'm only savin' Madonna, Judi Dench, and Eric Idle then SPLAT!
I'm bombing England, Scottland, Wales. Ireland and every other country with Europe *** types
I'll take Gazbo's girl out of the wreckage, too, let her use me as her bagpipes


Nothin' personal, Gazbo, it's strictly bizness, like a **** star clocking in
You could murder me, gut me, remove my bones, but you couldn't get in this skin
I've been tearing into better MCs; not a feeling the whole time have I spared

(a capella) How you think it's gon' be for a guy from a country where men are men and the sheep are scared?

Vs. 1stround ko:



Back for another battle, hardly street like B. Rabbit
Closer on the country scale to that band Dagnabbit
When I'm battling, I am the teacher, 'KO is the pupil
When I kill his whole ****, he looks for a loophole
Maybe I don't dis enough, maybe I'm too clever
But maybe a crazy ****er who's down for whatever
Embarassing his whole **** like Ashlee Simpson caught lip-synchin'
Throw him in with my other victims; there's still room in my Lincoln

Rabid on the mic like I'm bit by a bat
I'm a large fly swatter, 'KO be my gnat
And this whole **** is off my head, no time to go and edit
You need some points, put your **** on me, I'll give you time to bet it
And when I'm done beatin' you, you look like a different person, like if I hit the Nair
And rolled in to Jolly Old Birmingham; I'd be elected mayor
'Cause it's obvious any community that could give birth to 1st Round KO
Must have DNA that's rotted away, like a year old bottle of mayo

You're a skull and crossbones, I'm a Mr. Yuck Sticker
You're a fast learner, I'm a little bit quicker
You try hard, I admire that, but you're bound to come short
You cry like a ***** when we're doing lines, your throat swells up with just one snort
You're a decent size, I guess she says, but your girl says I'm a lot bigga
She made me a mix tape with Adina Howard's song "You can be my *****"
She told me I'm like white chocolate she can't get at Russell Stovers
But I told that punk ***** that I don't want ****ed-up limey leftovers

Vs. badblood:



Wanting to drive his car up the mountain of battle rap is badblood
But his SUV is stuck and I'm the deep mud
Like squeezing a peach with your hands would create a juice mess
I'm squeezing this ***** neck with my hands it's all use-less
Guy never posts about fights, judging his only function
Just some chat here and there or a link from consumption junction
At least dude knows his role and I guess, to his credit, he does it well
His challenge is as ill-conceived as trying to impregnate a shemale
Lyrical arms I carry and point them at the skull-man
Anything you bring to me, I change to void and null, man
Or I can go to the head with a bat til you need **** more hard than Alleve
So you can stop making that face you make when people on board call you Steve
My rhymes bite like a pit bull; your bite like a sickly pug
I'm an "O" giving sexual passion, you're a lukewarm friendly hug
It's' time to call out badblood, his reputation, I'm gone smear it
So you're running like a girl from the thread screaming out "I don't want to hear it!"

My rhymes are more nutritious, they got more vitamins and minerals
You're a combination of the LA Clippers and Washington Generals
You're a bust like Damon Bailey, I'm a star like Darnell Hillman
You're a softy on the mic, I'm hard like MJ. babysitting Billy Gillman
I could do the "you're gay, you get ****ed by big dick" thing tonight, but I won't, there'll be no budges
I'm burnt out on stereotypical homophobic hate lyrics to titillate the judges
The battle is mine and it's not disputed like The Girl and Paul and Jacko
I roll you up like leaves, light you up, inhale and exhale like loose tobacco
And when I'm done, I toss him out the window, no need to keep this roach
This guy's dumber than Waldo from Family Matters combined with Dobber from Coach
**** a badblood, he's got no personality, no one knows a damn thing about him
He leaves his profile blank and he just posts links so it's hard to rap about him
Competitive advantage is his cause I'm an open book, but on my side I'm hot like Mya
I'll leave this in hands of judges and just rely on my STR8 FIYA!
Badblood may have been confident, but now I bet he wants to dieYour 15 Minutes of fame, newbie, ends as soon as I press "REPLY"

Vs. badblood (not a battle; rather a "public workout")



That boy's got bad blood; see he's come down wit 'da hiv'
Rectum's in contact with fluids where the viruses live
Gets volunteers for conversion by passing flyers round the block
Bite on this stick, so you don't scream from taking **** after ****
Now you're a walking disease, bad blood you're part of the gang
And you got ninety days or less left because of your mutant 'straing'
Not too smart, but expected, I say if you were asking me
What you expect from a dude named after a wrestling PPV?
Punk ***** be stepping to me, blood, I don't need that mad drama
I get done with you, blood, face look like Pretty Floyd's baby mama
You don't deserve round II, bad blood, and certainly not round III
First bout was just about as lopsided as Tito v Winky
And I don't have to vote for myself to pad the winning margin
And worry if my BS rap status will enlarging
Some enemies are back, if they're the difference, I'll just asterisk or dash
'Cause if I lose to you it's like when Goldberg lost to Kevin Nash

Vs. Atwa II:



Don't call it a comeback; I'm back in the saddle
I'm waving my rope, corralling all y'all like cattle
No one could touch me, so everyone covered and ducked
And cowered in the corner like a ***** that had been forcibly ****ed
But now this kid Atwa decides he wants another beating
Must be the drink he's drinking or might be the food he's eating
I guess I'll battle one more time; I admire this kid's spunk
Now like the Fresh Prince said, here comes the "Brand New Funk"

I don't mind battling again, risk my record tainted and checkered
I just hope our boy Atwa doesn't sound like a broken record
'Cause he's going to kill me here, and I'm gay over there
A violent image here, a sex term and a swear
Real long stanzas, lots of words, everything rhymes cleanly
Re-worded Gravediggaz lines that come off all too routinely
No imagination, only frustration, envy, rage
Like a booed off amateur comic that won't get off the stage

I'm Meat Loaf from Fight Club with an amusing hobby; Atwa's convinced that he's a factor;
I'm just killin' time like reading the paper in a hotel lobby; Yo, Atwa you're a rapper just like Flava Flav's an actor
Like Jack Osbourne's an MMA stud or Omarosa's a business player
Like if A-Train got a wax job, then he'd be the face of Nair
This is Round 1, it's the set-up, I hope you don't blow your wad on this one
Then watch me sweep the others with venom rhymes 'cause you were scared to miss one
I know I'm dead, I'm gay, blah blah, when you insult try hard to think
'Cause it'll take more than a flawed judge panel for me to lose to a twink



It's the square Midwest kid with the receding hair line
And the Woody Allen glasses that's here to drop a rhyme
It's the guy owning Atwa like he owned Run With Knives
It's the guy under Anorak's skin evident when he whines
Atwa's spending time writing lyrics on his arm while he's on his shift at work
I got a ****o in the background, my right hand is on a jerk
I'm eating popcorn, shaving, gettin' blown
Writing a paper, googlin' ****, and talking on the phone
He's got a thesaurus, three pages of notes, he's focused yet perturbed
That he's got Mike Jones on and he's watching You Got Served
And he would really, really like to say he beat me in a battle show
And I stop for five seconds to kill his dream, now stop to hear my lyrics flow

I be the dopest BoxingScene battler that you will ever know
I drop a verse that makes Atwa stutter like his name was Joe
I turn out **** to up my win total and it only takes me minutes
Atwa struggles to come up with something to say that's not wack like Owta Limitz (smilie)
I got finesse, I don't Run w/knives, you might say I'm in Godz Hand
I'm on some old school **** tonight, like RUN-DMC but without a band
You're like a Tyson Jr. with some baseless insults, like Anorak you're quick to get miffed
It's automatik, when I say eyeh8you, you turn into johnny swift
I'm not the first to beat you, MD did clearly, and Knives buried you, mate
I lost the 2nd round to you, the biggest travesty, since Jones Jr. in '88
If you win this battle, could be I'm drained, with the late-night hours you keep
'Cause you could rap about *****, I could rap about fabric, you'd be puttin' people to sleep

You call me out when the trolls are in the 'Dome, holy **** what can I say
Like Chronic Track 2, 'cept on the new, it sure must be "**** wit neils day"
And everyone's celebratin', Atwa's bendin' over, Atwa's bound to get stuck
You could have your first rhyme vs. a dude in a coma, and still need beginner's luck
'Cause see it doesn't hurt somebody if you call them gay and they don't take offense
it takes a homophobe for that **** to make a full-blown fight commense
I'm doing research for a new case study when I'm not posting so that after I've won
Giving Atwa a 3rd 'L' on his record isn't the only **** that I've done
I'm two weeks shy of my BS degree, I'll be done after summer session
So I can teach Leprakon some **** outside of a square whiteboy rapping lesson
We'll have a course in business, not Aeolic verse, I'll leave that **** to Sapphics

(stop the beat, spoken in a blatantly exaggeratedly slow manner for the sake of emphasis)

'Cause by the team you actually beat me, you'll be older than Harley-Davidson's customer demographics



Sleepwalkin' through a battle and still defend my title
I could be waitin' for masterdirector, sitting around and staying idle
It's me, MD, and Run W/knives that's on another level
Atwa wanna butt in with a mic check, rockin bass, rockin' treble
I could impress you like Scrapz, kid
But I'd rather be catching some napz, kid
We can do this any night, like Stone Cold and Taker in '9-8
But I swear if you take it to a time this late

Again I'm gonna show you what horrorcore's all 'bout
Cut your foot off like your name was Toby; you'll cry out
But I'll muffle your screams with that foot then poke your eye out
And challenge you to another battle "You're called out"
Taunting you by flipping on the eye that I mauled out
You wanna be the best, well I consistently show that I be it
And after I win the bloody battle, you're like "I don't see it"
And I'm all "Hobble over here and say it to my face"
Let you get 2/3rds way and hit you with a can of mace

I'm stompin' like Tino in a bucket full of grapes
With the ferocity of Mike Tyson when he rapes
Your head looks like the extinguisher victim's from Irreversible
Your lips are all ****ed up so they're hardly even still nursable
Your bleeding out your mouth and the hole there where your eye was
But I think I can hurt you worse and get you to even cry 'cause
I drank like two 32 oz's of Propel and I gotta piss
Don't flinch like a beat dog, Leprakon, I just might miss

Nope, I hit the eyehole like it was a target
It must have burned a little because you said "Farget"
Were you trying to say "**** it" or "***got", I couldn't tell
And, hey, I just want clarification atwa, please don't yell
I'm channeling Slim Shady now like you often channel Ed Wood
Putting on a bra and panty set to feel good
Like a ***** should
Dirt E's got wood

I buried Run 6-0; he's like "revenge, yo"
"***got rhymes is the best. 'war on terror style, ho-o-o-!"
Atwa's rhymes are really nice, rubber match, says enadeus "Ba-bling"
"My favorite two rhyming words in the world are 'rapping' and 'grappling'" (WTF?)
Dirt E Gomez liked my rhyme first, but changed it to be trendy
If this was '82 he'd say "Shazbot" like this was Mork and Mindy.


(music eventually fading off into the great vast empty Internet)

I'll put the 'L' on my sig now, if I lost somehow
Do ya wanna hold me like Bow Wow
How now, brown cow
I rhymed 3x phat like an old sow
Rhymed big like Ming, Yao
Pulling an old plow
Tony Blitz, and how
Watch out now

It’s time for ‘7933 vs. enadeus, who was deuskie
Lop-sided, sure to mismatch like old school Tyson vs. Zouskie
You’re weak, I’m hard to defeat like my name was Master Splinter
…Quick to go off on you like hectari would in Winter
You stay up all night thinking up some disses like “you dumb queer…”
But you disappoint like your man Toni Kukoc’s pro career
You’re luke-warm, I’m blazin hot – ask Tony Blitz, STR8 FIYA!
You’re “Glitter”; I’m “We Belong Together” by Mariah
You’re Marky Mark; I’m BoxingSCene’s version of the one called Hova
I gets more props than google hits for Anna Kournikova
This battle’s ova; I educate enadeus like Nova
Kidnap your ass, leave you for dead, somewhere near Manitoba
If you don’t want crushed, get out my way, I’m a big ass truck from Tonka
Can’t outsmart me, I’ll set you up like bad kids and Willy Wonka
It’s over now, the fifteenth bar; I may not have knocked you dead
But I wounded you, stained you for life, like Gorbachev’s forehead

found this on another thread commenting on a news story:



Welcome to '3-9 Germany; explicit not subliminal
Where even a sixth-grader can be labelled a criminal
The kid's out of the school, but no one should still relax
I heard that the LD teacher's got push pins and some thumb tacks

Everyone's a domestic terrorist, zero tolerance the new norm
Gather around this little kid and attack him in swarm
'Cause he's holding a dangerous weapon, potentientially someone could die
The paperboy's got a rubber-band holding the news together; that **** could land right in your eye

Send the cops to the school; police and military hand-in-hand
so we're desensitized to armed guards and arrests across the land
We call it homeland security; we say that these are different times
pbds and Torino and Dr. Freecloud chomp at the bit to diss these rhymes

So get your national ID card, suspect your neighbor, lock your doors
Pass laws about those high school cheerleaders, the nasty little whores
And tell me what doggie I can keep, who I can ****, and I who live wit'
Tell me I'm free and I should love this land like I should buy this bull****

If I question why this isn't the place they taught me about in grade school;
put my name on a no-fly list and the masses think that's so cool
Because according to the Patriot Act, I must be danger to your health
While the globalist elitists kill more people, grow their wealth...

"It's an isolated case, the kid should have known better"
"This **** doesn't happen every day, you must be a go-getter"
"And doom and gloom and conspiracies and other types of ****e"
"It won't be my poor Boy Scout next; my country loves me, right?"

Neils yours are long as hell? Or are those battles from different occasions all added into one post?

Heres some of mine:

VS Atwa
Atwa, you're beggin for a battle,
The battle is lost,
Havent you got anything better to do,
Like finding men to toss?
I guess you're right, you dont ride with that gangsta ****,
Your "rhymes" come straight from the pranksta click, prankster *****, lickin dicks, rejectin clits,
Reading your **** makes me clench my fist,
But I wont waste my time, on this 1 punch *****.

So you feel proud for rhyming talker with walker?
what happened there? the old school came back to haunt ya?
After im done you'll all be like "Ite, im just gettin hyped"
But they dont laugh cos you're white,
They laugh cos you're white with a mic.

So the SandMan is shook,
Writin anything into his "sorry-ass-rhymes" book,
But the left hook connects,
And does goes Mayorga,
**** you! to whoever taught ya..
To step into my territory,
Cos when I bring it to *****es,
I bring it to *****es like its mandatory,
And now ill end my story,
Before you begin to grow grey hairs,
Like you were already 40..

VS Machete
If you gonna battle me,
Then spellcheck your ****,
Spellcheck your ****,
Before I bust up ya lip,

Your attempt at "skillz" sounded more like poetry,
Im giving you a tutorial,
1 - You cant flow with me,
2 - Your **** sounds disposable,
Like a random hoe you might see.

Live ya life by the bible,
But pleez dont lecture me on Jesus and the Disciples,
If you do it again, im ****in' my rifle,
Ready to shoot 10 shots to mark the end of your life fool.

VS Smokin'
If I need a facelift,
You need a set of clothes that aint ripped
All this **** is takin' me on a pointless trip,
As pointless as a shootout between a blood and a crip.

But dont make me go to the bloods and crips,
Manny_P's had more ***** than you've had UZI's and clips,
And Damn! All these fine women,
But you aint feelin no hips,
You're just thinking about dicks,
Whilst im baggin on the chicks.

VS Smokin' II
If music is your weapon,
Then get ready for defeat,
Rappin' about clit and tit,
"Are you tlkna me"?

When you step up to the plate,
Its a foolish bravery,
Literally uttering "EXIGE",
Automatically you are a slave to me,

But I wont give you a beatdown like Mtrash,
To me you are worth more,
You are my step into the music industry,
Ok slave - permission to clean the floor,

^^ By far my worst one, but I believe I still won. :cool:

this is for u popsikal u little punk *****
acting all gangsta talking bout whos a snitch
u need to shut your mouth till u got hair on your sack
says, 'i rap about being nice' u sure u black?
u shoulda thought twice before reppin your ****
who's gonna respect popsikal, ***** is fresh of the tit

13 years old and already gettin a swoll up head
by the time u got skills ill be retired or dead
uve been raped hard by ***** m g kirpatrick
u want a trilogy? prepare ur ass for the hatrick

Neils yours are long as hell? Or are those battles from different occasions all added into one post?

We used to have a certain time limit set up so I'd just type til time was up...

We used to have a certain time limit set up so I'd just type til time was up...
I remember it, but I didnt know people were supposed to type the most they could in that amount of time, I thought that was just the amount of time you get given to think something up and write it down... most were shorter I thought.

Anyway they killed it, so it doesnt matter either way. :cool:

I remember it, but I didnt know people were supposed to type the most they could in that amount of time, I thought that was just the amount of time you get given to think something up and write it down... most were shorter I thought.

Anyway they killed it, so it doesnt matter either way. :cool:
you didn't have to keep typing the whole time; I just decided to vomit on the keyboard sometimes (smilie)

All due respect, I could rap circles around most of you fools.

Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP! Ninja, Ninja, RAP!
GO GO GO GO
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO; Go Ninja, Go Ninja, GO!
GO GO GO GO

Lyrics, fill in the gap--Drop that bass and get the NINJA RAP
Feel it, if you know what i mean--
Give it up, for the heroes on the scene
Just flowin, smooth with the power, kickin it up, hour after hour
Cause in this life there's only one winner--
You better aim straight so you can hit the center
In it to win, with a team so supreme, fancy can only dream

I vote for The Teacher.

All due respect, I could rap circles around most of you fools.
All due respect, ill **** you till you love me f@ggot. :cool:

Sure. Confidence is good.

Sure. Confidence is good.
Someone directed me your way. They said I was the most annoying alt, and you were the most annoying regular.

How do you feel?

And do you want a marshmellow?

Someone directed me your way. They said I was the most annoying alt, and you were the most annoying regular.

How do you feel?

And do you want a marshmellow?
i do, i do my ninja

I'm the best. :D