BATTLE RAPPERS
yuichi
Urban sprawl 11,332 Posts
Post some battle clips.Eyedea
yuichi
Urban sprawl 11,332 Posts
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I'm rich, I will kick you in your shin
and leave you in a ditch
somewhere in Alabama.
You's a snitch and a ho.
Even if I was running water
you couldn't touch my flow
wishing you had custard that was hella grubbing
while I'm hard, dude, like your boyfriends tummy
dummy, so stop acting so coy and chummy
For real, your style is mad ghey
You got mad unicorns in your
backyard, now go play
My style is like the Rio Grande
I plow through your weak rhymes
like a raging bull
You sound like a Cajun fool
recognize a real Asian fool.
SERVED. Next!
mad funny
Age, you don't want a piece of me
I eat dudes like you for breakfast
and stroll through gracefully
Yo son, my rhymes are heavyweight
you mad funny, i'm mad nice
Act your age son, or you're about to levitate.
Rootlesscosmo
You a tooth less Boscoe
The Bay is ghey
and I will battle you even if I was at Cosco.
you're style ain't shit to me
i'll beat you with a math book and make you history
rob you for your milk money leave you bummy
let your ghey friends know that no one can son me
play a game of gin rummy
rub on buddha's tummy
wrap you up in used toilet paper and make you look like a dirty mummy
shoulda used bleach...corny as screech
if you can't figure it out, i'm a funny sun-of-beach!
sonned.
recognize a fool? well do you?
how hard can you be with a girlfriend named lou?
drinking choco yoohoo
blowing on a kazoo
i'll pull up your dress and make you say boo hoo
pasue. didn't mean to see your man draws.
i signed a strut contract with a super-funky-dope claus
so i gotta live up to it
gotta run to bev mo...so this post, screw it.
ayo trying to battle is fruitless; I'm frightening, fast as lightning
even if Rootless left you toothless, you still couldn't stop from biting.
I'll send you home; you can't come of the dome; you strictly writing
so Spike, Do the Right Thing and step off: this is MY thing.
(fuck a battle; your boy just won the war. )
better off playing army men in a field of grass
you don't contribute nothing
tell me something
i jam it on the one and make'em call me the pump king
pause. that line didn't come out right
super retarded like bringing a pencil to a pen fight
about to go get some drank
now shut up and don't say shit...you're mouth stinks
I SLAP YOU LIKE A DENTIST FIXES TEEF
I AINT YO BITCH NOR AM I REMINECENT OF THE FATASS WHITE MAN FROM HITCH.
DONT HELLA BURN ME, HELLA CHURN ME CUZ MY FLOW IS LIKE BUTTA AND I DONT LIKE FLUFFER NUTTER.
I RHYME BETTER THEN UR MOM ON CRACK AS SHE LICKS A TOASTED APPLE OFF FAUX_RILLZ BACK.
MY STYLE IS SICKER THEN THES ONE ON A BAD DAY AS I THROW STYLES BACK TO THE DAY OF.. CIRCA 79 WHEN HIP-HOP WAS AT ITS PRIME. I BRING SHIT BACK LIKE OREOS FROM 74 WHEN UR MOM WAS SERVIN U PANCAKES ON SUMMA DAYS WHEN U HAD MASGTERBATION SESSIONS AND WHEN ELISE HAD A VAGINA. I SMACK U SILLY LIKE UR NAME WAS WI-WI-WILLY. THATS RIGHY. DONT STEP UP BATCHES CUZ I WLL CA CA CATCHES YO FAKE AS RA RAPS. I ONLY POAST EVERY 4 HOURS CUZI PACK STR8 HEAT LIKE THOSE SPACE MARINES FROM WARHAMMER. I COLLECT BLUE NOTE RAERS BETTER THEN YOUR MOM WALKS UP BLUE STAIRS.
IM OUT, BATCHES.
i know whats butt you didn't even make that cut
you couldn't ryhme even just to save your pops life
i smoke rappers like buds of weed and hot knives
you talk like you got flows you lil snot nose
you're fake-ass was last seen on tv like roncos
mr microphone? nah you're mr microrapper
i'm a microwave spark off steel and dress dapper
i smoke mcs like salmon you'd even lose at batgamon
you got on too late, like reruns of whats happnin
stop laughin, these ain't jokes this is real raw
you're the forgoten b-side on a single that went platinum
and i don't feel ya'll
but my other 6 senses sense shit
hear shit, see shit, smell shit now you're it
SUPERPOASTER HELLS YES I'M READY, I'LL PUT YA IN MY SUPERTOASTER, POP I ROCKSTEADY, SO YES YOU BEST GET READY, I'LL WHIP YR ASS PENDERGRASS LIKE TEDDY, RUXPIN AND NO I'M NOT FUCKIN, AROUND ASSCLOWN WALKIN YR POODLE, YR MORE GHEY THAN RAPEDONKEYS MAKIN STRUDLES, IN THE KITCHEN NOW YOUR WISHIN, THAT YOU WEREN'T PISSIN ME OFF, I GOT MY SAWED OFF AND YR BOUTS TO GET SHOT, SO PLEASE STOP MESSIN, CLICK CLICK THATS THE SOUND OF MY SMITH N WESSIN, I PANTS YOU N DIP YR HEAD IN BLUE CHEESE DRESSIN, SO STOP STEPPIN
(CHORUS)x3
DOO DOO ON YOUR DICK
DOO DOO ON YOUR DICK
HAHA!!!!
faker than 18 year olds screaming "bring real rap back!"
certified old head. only eat wheat bread
yall can keep the sour dough uno dosey eso
urinal pissing meet me in the mission
we can slap box or compare who has the illest socks
thieving. that line had no meaning
delicous like bbq chicken that i sink my teeth in
gimme 5 beers and watch the man get loose
while you eat your sammich dipped in loose booty juice
that shit is nasty but don't put it past me
to scream at you all night and leave my voice raspy
watch the left, i'll hit you with the right like okey doke
cos, if you read this go pick me up a pack of cig smokes
just do it. run it like karl lewis
i know you eat pork, but you shouldn't you're jewish
is that line wrong? fuck it it's my song
tonight i'll wild out and show some girl my ding dong
psych! just playing gotta watch what i'm saying
the mrs will kick my ass with no delaying
but see me in public and i'll say fuck it
bathroom line is too long i'll go piss in a bucket
pour it on your dome piece in front of your little niece
like eric b and ra said "yo what happened to peace?"
you really don't want it go bake some muffins
and tell your girl you got served by mr. king tough shit.
son you just blazin' it so-so.
this dude won't even show his face in a photo.
oh no cas, i bring the thunder, dude.
nuns wave automatic guns at YOU.
when i rap, it's hot, your hood's shook.
when you rap, it's
stop claimin' you rock hard you
i'll play the card shark and aim it at your foul heart.
so fall out your battle stance you candy ass.
it's your last chance to call off the
i'll leave your face
check mate.
wow
Mike D is straight
that is shit you ain't never seen,
play like you know when somethin's oh
Nah, that shit is too
I guess your just not enough of a
that shit is so
kicking cadences i couldn't feel if they were braile
you rock the straight edge razor blade but your hand skills are bitch made
couldn't cut a straight line if you used a packet of kool-aid
black cherry, lemon, orange even watermelon
add the sugar cas'll show you just whose jellin'
soft drink mustache underarm donkey ass
i'll ghost write your ryhmes and charge you less than a tank of gas
texaco, bp even valero i've upgraded to audis motherfuck montero
sports. your raps sound dork
watching nick at night trying to catch mindy and mork
na-nu-na-nu. right back at you
bleed your eyes like they're possesed then go get you a tissue
only cause you're my homie the peter hahn crony
next time you see me "holler like you know me"
...
crazy mad while you're michael jackson "bad"
throw a bag over your head and it don't gotta be glad
suffocate your air supply stick up the pizza guy
bring you back to life then show you how to rhyme fly
it takes practice or it comes naturally
some fools can't get it, but it ain't hard for me
pause.i'm down for the cause,scream on your ass like "i wanna see that warrant,boss"
blast them fools you got fisher price tools
i'll take you to grooming, knowledge dropped plus many many other schools
DROP THE BEAT, BATCH.
I WALK HEAVY LIKE YOUR MOM MAKING SPAGHETTI AS SHE TOUCHES MYLATENCY WHOSE REAL NAME IS FREDDY. I GOT MORE RAERS THEN GREAT BLUE HILLS GOT TEDDY BEARS. DONT FUCK WITH ME CUZ IM THE SUPERPOASTER, REDY UP CUZ ILL POACH YA. STEP BACK SON. STEP BACK. I HEAR YOU RAPPIN BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE CLAPPIN. I HEAR YOUR CLAPPIN BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE TAPPIN. I HEAR YOU TAPPIN BUT YO FUCK YOUR BOSCOE RAERS, I DONT CARE, I GOT RAER STRATA EAST FOR DAYS, YOU BE SHAKIN AND BAKIN, I BE LISTENIN TO CHARLES TOLLIVER AS I BREAK YOU LIKE A BREAKBEAT INTO 8 PIECES SO IT FITS ON MY MPC LIKE A 3 PIECE BATHING SUIT WHICH FAUX_RILLZ WEARS 368 DAYS OF THE YEAR. DONT FRONT, BECAUSE I AM THE LEGENDARY SUPERPOASTER, ILL BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE YOUR MOM ON A ROLLERCOASTER.
MY NEXT OPPONENT MUST BE THES ONE HE MAKES BEATS SOMETIMES FOR FUN BUT HAS STUPID HAIR LIKE YOUR MOM COLLECTS STUPID BEARS. PULL OUT YOUR RHYMES LIKE I PULL OUT BLUE NOTE RAERS. I BE TALKING ABOUT EDDIE GALE'S GHETTO CHILD WHICH I DID NOT FIND ON BLUE STAIRS. STEP UP THES ONE CUZ U CANT BATTLE ME FOR SOME FINE TEA. STEP BACK SON. FIX YO STUPID HAIR WHEN U TALK TO ME.
this is the boys club
shouldn't you be mall shopping
this ain't a game for girls, blood
Yo Cas it's the summer and i'm about to
crush you like a bunch of mint leaves
and make a drink out of you.
Mojitos are for grown folks, you should
be drinking stuff like Mountain Dew. (Truuuee)
Superpoaster, your moms is like a dollarbin break,
more bang for your buck.
I will pull out my Magnum "Fully Loaded" and
make you wanna duck!
Ill put out my raers and make you drop like your moms on a bad one but I cant deal with that brother yuichi because you cant even gab one.
Word to brothe reecepiece cuz thats howe we do. We do it like 1972 with the rims and the asses and the sugar hills, my homey elroy be takin, purple pills.
Ill smack you lyrically with a sergio raer reminicent of great blue hills raer teddy bears. My rhymes are like a disease of awesomeness, you cant cop this, you cant fllllaunt this. Faux_rillz thinks he be sunnin but he is just runnin to his moms for some cookies because homie is a rookie. My rhymes cut you like the knife of an emo kid after drinkin a few brews. Can you get to that son? (chorus of cool kids) of course we do
Dont front because I post every 4 hours because I bring straight heat like thes one drunk in the same room as elise but he cant get to her because she does not possess any knowledge what so ever like a retarted pirate who i sometimes yell "bite it".
Now step back soft batch, you sound white like kala because he is whack. Step back and stop frontin is a chill to blue note raers with a spliff in my hand as I smack every hoe (homeless lady outside of minimall) in the mouf with some common jazz like sonny criss doin that seafood shit. I cant get to that. I cant get to that. Now I am out like the mack after a bad
Ain't a game for girls?
Then why You wasting your time?
Did I miss something here?
Where are the Rhymes?
You better stick to pickin' up chicks on the partyline fool
with your asinine tendencies its easier to keep your cool.
I don't really think you want to provoke me,
where do you get your kicks anyways?, Santee Alley??
Ballin' out baby, I'll cash your checks for free.
Maybe you should go out and pick up a rhyme dictionary.
I think that and a good lay would help you immensley.
Your coming correct like an Advance Copy of SuperPoaster3
thats the next step, so who do you adore?
What, Awww me!?, thats because
My lines are better than yours.
Its saturday shouldn't you be doing your chores?
Whats the deal shorty, my backpack is bigger than yours.