Would anyone like to have a rap battle thread? We can each put as many lines as we want and rap against the person who last posted. No rules apply. You can go 4 lines or 32. Two people can go out it for days. Let's get this started! Welcome everybody, please enjoy your stay/ I rap black clouds over you to dampen your day/ I'm going basic, just four lines to clear out the battlefield/ This is my territory, get the fuck outta here/
I am not a monkey to be followed/ I am not a pill to be swallowed/ I am going to be the winner/ I am going to be the one not for dinner/
When they come for me, too bad i'm already gone/ Sending signals from space as I write this one/ I'm a cyborg living off of another's life force/ I'm a soldier on the moon standing next to a flag I could die for/
If I wanted to play a child's game/ I would've taken the fame/ But again you're talking like shit/ It's time to put you back in the Pit/
You must be dumb if you think that you can win this/ I stay spittin' fire like Scorpion's skull finish/ And all of the children and women can witness/ The closing of your curtain. It's over. Fin this/
You think you're hot shit all spittin' your rhymes/ But you're outta step, gotta keep ya'll in line/ Little ducks in a row, you follow behind/ 'Cuz I'm making my way to the front of the times/ I got news for you all, your shit does stink/ And my lines are much tighter than ya'll might think/ For a little white girl I'll take you to the brink/ And I'll change your life, I work out the kinks/ So don't you dare think that you're playing this game/ I have no problem putting you to shame/ Poly's shit's whack, Sarah's shit's lame/ And Justin stepped in just to kill off the fame/ You're all fucking done, like steak, flip you over/ My talent is rare, like a four leaf clover/ I'll run ya'll down in my new Range Rover/ 'Cuz ya'll are just fodder, worth less than dried stover/
You have to have rules so that things don't get out control. You never know, someone could offend someone else.
So here we are, Shadow's being a dog/ I'm the quick fox about to jump over her log/ I'm the hare about to win this race/ Stick that in your girly little face/ No offence intended of course, it's a game
It's cute how you think that your rhymes are funny/ Too bad that your shit's mad whack, little hunny/ You say you're a hare? Nah, you a scared little bunny/ Why don't you hippity hop out of my face there, sonny?/ You can't even come up with more than four lines/ That's weak, baby girl, you gotta get with the times/ Or maybe you're just starting to run out of rhymes/ Bad flow and poor jokes are just two of your crimes/ I bet you use Rhymezone to write your shit/ Too small a vocabulary to make your rhymes fit/ So I'm gonna say this right before I quit/ I got ten times your talent and ten fold your wit/
I'm the hare that'll take your ego just a notch down/ Take your battle and take it out of town/ You've got no talent, you're a just a drop out rapper/ I'll be the one with the glass, ready to trap 'er/ You think you're cool because you rap with more words/ Slash your ego down, it's as high as the birds/ I ain't going to quit, I'm an ego high/ Kinda like you, waiting until your ego dies/ All you talk is just a typo/ Go out and get your tongue lypo/ What the hell, she talking about, RhymeZone/ Is that where you get your bone/ You got twenty times minus my wit/ My wit, my wit, it's got more filled space than my clit/
You repeat your thoughts because you're out of ideas/ Your plan of action for battle is worse than Korea's/ My rhymes are a 'Vette, your shit's a Kia/ I've heard better lines from your little girl, Mia/ See now you're the one who needs her ego deflated/ Just a pinprick in your airhead and your downfall is fated/ I deserve this high, 'cuz I spit unabated/ That's right, hook line sinker, game match, you're checkmated/ Your rhymes are a stretch and your flow is uneven/ I am your new god so you best start believin'/
Stop paying out RhymeZone/ RhymeZone is the shit/ Your reading while a massive f'ckn fit/ Because my raps are dope/ You can't stop now/ Oh by the way I'm sorry I called your mum a cow/ Oh snap! I think I got you on that one there/ But I know you gunna say that you just don't really care/ I also wanna let you know that I'm using RhymeZone/ But don't worry about that and go pay your Dad back the loan/ I don't know what to write now/ I don't think this raps makes sense anyhow/ Holy shit I did that part on my own/ Without using RhymeZone/ LMFAO. That was horrible. Sorry about the your mum part.
Hawk flied in with a Rhymezone/ Strapped on his nervous tone/ He only used typed in it to his bar/ Cos Shadows wrote it in her guitar/ That's how bad your raps are, girl/ Like a hurricane, caught up in it's whirl/ Sometimes I can't tell who's talking here/ It's starting to burn the inside of my ear/ You rappin' like there's no tomorrow/ I see who now brought the world's sorrow/ Some little girl who was unable to rap/ At almost sounds like pure crap/ So insult me all like and tell it how it could be/ Twenty decades ago when ya' mama couldn't see/
You can't rap for shit/ So you might as well quit/ I don't know what to write now/ So I'll take my final bow/ Because you have no chance/ Your stuck in my rhymes trance/
That's funny how you said I'm stuck in a trance/ You must be stoned if you think your rhymes have a chance/ Hallucinating victories, dreaming of defeat/ But sorry Hawk, this is real life, I can't be beat/
Clearly you people seem to have a big misunderstanding/ For the shadow has spoken and is ready for worshipping/ I'm on the dark side for the shadow will rule/ Come join us or you will be a really big fool/
Check it out yall, my names Hawk/ I pretend to be admin...but I'm not/ I try to make rules for others' safety/ But really they ain't that necessary/
Ayo, I just read thru that, wasted my time After four lines i'm asking "where was the rhyme?" You soft with the disses, stop and admit it Battling you aint much, even a toddler could rip it I'm goin off the top and unscripted If this was a pissin contest, you too late to unzip it. BITCH.
The average pety raps, well it's no biggie I'm used to it/ See right through your fake schemes like you are translucent/ You're image is slowly fading, the sand sinking to the bottom/ You'll be ignored in this the thread, or perhaps forgotten/ You're battling polychromatic and you're unequipped/ Bringing knifes in a gun war, you mine as well quit/ Thanks for playing, and that was a decent attempt/ But you didn't come close so there's the door on your left/
I'ma try this shit! Yo polychromatic, your rhymes suck dick/ None of you guys wanna touch my shit/ When I rap with my mind, you better run quick/ Cause neither you guys can beat this bitch/ It's bad lol but it's my first time.