Y'all can't rap for shit. I'm done...that's it. You know, I think I'll call it '1 Bar and Runnin'' I'll bet that some of you took a day to write that stuff. I freestyled. This thread is hilarious; I'd have to say that Dusan's was the funniest.
I've lost some of my rapping skills over time (like I had any ), so, um, here goes. How you doin y'all? The GX has walked in. Without ink, or a pen. No pencil, no stencils. I may not have got it down, but I'll show you this. After the rap is done, there'll be no bliss, but many pissed. And when the GX walked in, you were like what's he doing here? But then you realized that he's only bringing the fear. Stepping into the line, bring raps like he's on fire. Without any tire, but with too much desire. There's not much time to continue, but I'll say my share. I just hope by the end you won't end up being scared. And when this rap is over, and you head to bed. You'll be wondering why you ever competed with big-dog GX.
ive never done this before, but i'll try. You people think your great Think again you worthlaess plague You got no rhyme in your rythm Only inflict antagonism Contradict the words of M.shinoda I could do better in a coma You excite as much as fizzed out drinks Looks like you all need a well paid shrink Your rap just shows your a fink Even the microbes think YOU STINK! Got no guts in your shells Its the truth that you dispel The truth that your a stuck up bitch 30 seconds of fame is what you fish So rest in peace while you can To me your nothing but spam Watch out, for chaos comes your way Till then, count your days.
What, talking about the end of my days? Clean up my tray cause I'm leaning your way Got you afraid to even think or blink Don't try cause you may forget to re think Your guidence shrink put your mood in mayday Feeling like clay driking till the payday Stink? Whats that oder is smell? Dropping every body with one sniff off the cartel Barter me drink, count money elie in your motel Your next my list of fakers to diss This shits got everyone in fret Portentous naming I'm about to shout out GrafiTTied, elie2, bReAk, GiriosXeni Whant to be me Cats got their bitter tongue Waiting to hear me Longues tring to rap So they can beat me But they're tripping you see Cuase I'm the next Harry Houdini
Yo, there's only been two raps since I last made my rhyme. You're wasting time, wastin it bad, it should be a damn crime. Heshboy's got the diss, sound's like he's getting pissed. But when he sees the rhyme, he'll be the one crying. I ain't the one lying, you're the one dying On the fact that your raps will never be as good as mine. Let the fact sink in that your raps will never be as good. I'm lettin' you know that what I say should be understood. If you still don't listen, I'll give you a little advice. The GX ain't stoppin, he ain't your homie slice. He's got no spice, but he's has hot as ice. That's right he's cold, doesn't give a shit if he's told. Let it be known, that the best is about to unfold. And when this rhyme ends and this thread is ruled. The GX will be the one sayin you got schooled.
I see you're drooling over trying to school me Just another tool rapper talking about how it ought to be Lying to us all just to fit in You say things to make the laugher begin But failed and bringing tears to no end Then we cry about your ryhmying skills You pry at us pretending to look chill But we know you're in a frill Till I take you to Save-Vons for some pills Rapping's dope but not for everyone This apllies to you, but I wont tell no one Below the ground our tears seep beneath cracks Hear the cracks break inside your back Now I'm back, and above you all Tall and handsome to be painted mural on the wall
hey there the next 'Harry Houdini' Hell yeah, maybe 'Harry you'rejustloony'! A fake you say? then what would i call you? A mouse dressed as a lion trying to join the zoo Then watch out little mousey, watch your tiny steps there's a stampede coming up, Oops! too late you're DEAD! if there ought to be any tears to shed It should be over YOUR inflated head You're so drunk, dont know what you're even saying For your own good you should be kneeling and praying Begging for mercy to save your ass Too late lil' mousey your now dung on grass Put your hands up, feel the rush in the air? Cause GrafiTTied is here to pump up the fair.....................
Like Say Anything said "I've got a mystery rash." It's comin' out of my ass like a verbal whiplash, And layin' on you with your mounds of cash, That you're paying your friends to forget your past, And now you're fucking over and I'm King Of The Hill, Kickin' it with Hack, Boomhauer and Bill, Drinkin' some beer round a BBQ, And chattin' some shit about you and your 'crew,' And how your rhymes kick up like they're said in Zulu, And how shit follows you round whatever you do, So heshboy, GrafiTTied and GiriosXeni, Fuck you all you'll never catch up with me, To anyone else, who thinks they're the next 2Pac, Step back, you're crap, and your rhymes are whack.
He's Dedicated to what he wrote Chose to go after the wrong cat on the boat Though he may say a few hot things Everything else comes out worst than hot wings Better jump ship when you talking your shit Because I'm the one pulling the tricks and gifted with lyrics This Grattified thinks he can beat me? He could never see me let alone witness the Can I get an amen for the women from Housewives You guys are on thin lines, about to get butchered by knives Why? Must I be labeled a mouse from Zoo? Your rhyme was Poo for not telling the truth The roof is rising up, and I'm holding my liquor and blunts It's easier for me to know, Dedicated I'm king of that show
heshboy, I think you should lay off that shit, I think it's affecting your rhymes just a little bit, Is that your ass or your face that's a little bit? I think you need to slow down just a little bit, Now shut down your shitty frontal combat, You're rhymes are crazier than bike riding wombat, Get yo' ass back to your natural habitat, Or would the squirrels and the birds beat your ass crack? And don't tell me that you didn't like that, I'll line you all up like the bikes in my bike rack, We're riding you like bikes; sitting on your back, And infact, me and my crew got a pack, A pack of whack smack that'll snap your back.
Yo, Boy, I ain’t here for games, this isn’t play time. You should try rappin’ fo’ real next time. Maybe you should lay off the blunts and booze ‘cuase clearly you ain’t got enough of yo’ brain left You ain’t no knife here to cut us up In stead you’re like a JV about to give up the cup There ain’t no champagne in your future, not even a flute You’re not ready to play with the big dogs yet Better give up now before you get bashed over the head You need all the brain cells you can get Dedicated, yeah I see that you are Unfortunately you ain’t to your game or you’d be better Are you really gonna let your ass get kicked by a beginner? Come on. “bike riding wombat?” Give me a break! I need a real fight to show off my skills This is just bullshit A little fun for thrills Now maybe next time when I get back on these boards There’ll be some competition and I’ll get into it more Until then I’m off to do better things Heshboy, Dedicated, GX and all Hope to see you when I get back from the mall Oh, wait I hate shopping and I ain’t got the money for no Gouchi shoes So maybe I’m more hardcore than all ‘o you? I dunno, but I don’t really care. I need to get out of here before I start pulling out my hair.
Aiight aiight...these rhymes are pretty tight. If you're a fan of complete horse shit...OH! Yo, with a little fuck you and a have a nice day, I hold a premise over what you other lames say, Incase you're 'not' skurred, incase you act fearless, I'll come at your face like a fist so I can instill this In your mind, When you bust raps its the blind leadin the blind, And all I have to do is spill this bleach one time, And wash out these colors of the tried and true, I'll bust you up with a rap until your black and blue, Send you home to your mother with the tears in your eyes, Hold me responsible for when that little part inside of you dies, Get you ridiculed in school, your ass kicked under the bleachers, You're the kind of kid who was caught having sex with the teachers, Excuse me sir, incase you have forgotten this is the new shit, I bottle up all these rhymes for you so I can mass produce it, Leave you stark naked in the road, all alone and clueless, I'm the only emcee in here with the proficient skill to do this, Yeah holmes, I'll fry your brain faster than an ounce of crack, Inject myself into your bloodstream giving you a heartattack, And while you're twitching on the floor throwin up and pissin, I'll pull out your life force, bringing you straight outta commission, But I'm still a nice guy so I wont keep finding ways to attack you, Because I dont want to be the guy you commit suicide to, Thank you, drive through, do you want fries with that? Now shut the fuck up and give me the motherfuckin mic back! == This has been a Derekt Hit production. Thank you, smell you later.
You want the mic back? First you got to take it from me But first say please I got a little something a something for you Trick or treat bitch Guess I'm spitting at rejects What the heck did you think youed get Expecting a little more like candy and tic-tacs Talking about wack, butt crancks, and things that would give heart attacks I'll tell you things that may get your heart jacked Relax and take breath, because I'll ask the teacher for a clenex Then you'll be next on my list to piss at I got my rhymes backing me up Making other rappers trying to step up But my lines soon making you taking a duck Shucks, now you think you can get buck Your shit out of luck I'm listening to machinshop while givin up "WoW" This has got you shocked and tripping around the clock Just another chance for you to go home and get your jammies on lock
I don't need cash-Or a marijuana stash To look flash-I dont need to smoke no hash Cause sick lyrics keeping me up there Got bitches saying my shit ain't fair They just say it cause i'm better than you I dont get why you fail to see that its true Heshboy should drop his crap text now Try summin' new- get good-you ask how When all people say my shits hot How can you say that its not? This rhyme is comin' to a close Surprised I ain't got 100 shows.
Holiday, I pretty sure you should migrate, So good lyricist's can't see your face, 'Cause he rhymes you're spittin' are such a waste, I think you need clean your mouth out with some Colgate toothpaste, And yeah, I definitely hate Kate too, If 'Kate's a code word for shitty rhymes by you, So just, drop the mic and break that pen, Because, nobody gives a shit for rhymes like them. Now Derek, I mean Derekt Hit, But to be honest, I think you fuckin' missed, Go back home, go give yo' momma a kiss, You better run or she might get pissed, (That you don't love her any more) It's kinda sad, it could've been a love story, But put that book down, you ain't readin' it, you like a Tory, You lie out your ass, near where your rhymes come out, You can tell I've won the bout, how's that for nowt? heshboy, you're back for another verbal ass whooping, You're bein' embarrassed by little kids with a whoopee cushion, I gotta ask you, who's rhyme's you touchin'? 'Cause lookin' at that shit, it don't mean nothin', My clenex is all dirty, can I have another one? You missed with your piss, now I've just begun, The rhymes you got backin' you up mean shit, You've got it mixed up like tat for tit, Tit for tat, we don't none of that, I'm packin' you up and sendin' you back, Right back to the land of whack, Where you've got nobody to fail to attack. saunderitos, I'd eat you with my chilli and fries, Oh no, NOT Doritoes, you're messin' with ma eyes, I thought, you know, you went with dip, But with rhymes like that, your dip'd be shit, Why are you surprised you ain't had 100 shows? To get laid I think you'd need 100 hoes, or gigolos, But, we won't hold that against you, man, If you only started rappin' like you think you can. Dedicated, he think's he's all that and shit, But to be honest, you really have to admit, This brought to the end, his giant portion, Of fuckin' ass kickin', and you know he was awesome.