Yea Yea You're going to like this Dedicated Now you want to be something you could never be See my eyes looking down upon you from beyond sea You better give me all that you got What you gave was allready forgot I present you with lyrics from beneath your watery grave Came trying to beat me with lines that could easily be shaved Saunderitos beat by a punk with no game Lame shitty rhymes that can keep motherfuckers tame Whatever happened to sick lyrical themes that set the mood in a never ending beat? Giving all that you got, mounding up to a simmiring pot Chalking it up with words that would be never forgot You're caught up in all the lies you say You should of known I wouldn't believe them anyways Wasting breath while drowning to the bottom of your catacomb Should of died before comming out of your moms sealed up womb A tomb for only you to destroy But from only the words you could enjoy This is a message from me to you Feel the aspiration and get a clue Smell the morning dew and now we're through
Yeah, I wanna be something I could never be, But what I am is just right, for me to be me, I don't plan on trying to pretend that I'm top of the rocks, Or even top of the pops, 'cause I know that I'm not, But everything I am is better than you, in every way, Everything I say, I spit it right in your face, And my grave is just nice, dry and safe, Unlike the rhymes you slur and can't quite trace, I shouldn't need to put you back into your place, 'Cause you know where it is, next to your frosted flakes, They're making your rhymes look like they're frosted fakes, I'm takin' your lines, throwin' them out 'cause they're a waste, Whereas my rhymes are fed, with the finest of wines, But yours look like they're fed with the weakest of crimes, They're gettin' caught at every turn without an alibi, An alibi, for why they're such a tired rhyme.
This is too fast for you guys Fuck that, this aint over yet I'm not going out to this little mutherfucker trying write check Killing me? Not even, I wasn't beaten by bitch ass gum shoe trying to get even Cornflakes are only for you I'm not feeling your rhymes are with the times, trying to slay me while drinking your wine get behind, the line I'm about to slay you with my 49. Full of bullet holes, You chose the wrong MC come after on your tippy toes You know, I'm a show all you mutherfuckers who didn't know I'm the only MC in Southern Cali bringing the hardest lyrics Making you piss shit You better fear this hear this, get with, whats hot, whats not, motherfuckers you got shot Saunderitos you have no imput You gave up like like the Astros who suck my nuts Get your eyebrows plucked Nothing but burrito bitch who couldn't get his goodnight tuck on the Astro Turf I’m sitting hear writing lyrics in mind Writing every verse that pops up from out of time Drinking Lime and thinking of a crime to commit when I rhyme Yea Yea Whatever you say Lime and Kool Aid is really tasty Keep your mind in sight of the war I start today Once a soldier of the battlefield I was a dog deflecting bullets with my barks as my shield Better yield to this yellow build of my spill No red in my district of kill This battles got me filling hotter than your furnest of tropical weather Bird feathers floating down for my pens in tethers Whoever wants some of me better step up in their kitty letters I'll gut ya cause you’re shits looking un worthy to a man whose style is binded together
The one for me kind of sucked. But I really suck, so you don't suck as much as me. lol. haha, before that I had never even thought about writing a rap.
Look at this, we got a man who won't give up, Tryna slay with his forty nine be he got stuck, Southern Cali obviously doesn't count for much, To the man who makes himself seem like a cream puff, But being honest I think he's had enough, But I'm another fucker that won't give up, I got shot apparently, rockin' a bullet-proof vest, I'm not the top notch but I'm definitely the best, heshboy, who the fuck are you tryna impress? Ohhh, here's your make-up and a colourful dress, For you to wear while you're out on the pull, You're gonna need it 'cause your rhymes are so dull, And as for eyebrow pluckin'; I'm pullin' you out, Watchin' you scream as you learn that you're nowt, So how about, I throw you out the back of this truck, Watch you roll in the mud until your ass gets stuck, And then bein' there to pick you back up, To throw your ass back down, 'cause I don't give a fuck, So sit there with your Kool Aid; sippin' it up, From that cup that I'mma make sure get's completely crushed, And what war you startin'? Is it World War Three? 'Cause if it ain't, it don't bother me, you see, I'll hit you up with my two by four, The one I grabbed up from my kitchen floor, And if barks are all you have to protect your ass, Then your ass is gettin' ripped of like Elastoplast, I'll blow you away, with the rhymes I blast, You can't stop 'em, they're flyin' too fast, I'll shoot them birds holdin' up your pen, And burn down the forest you live in again, I don't have kitty litter if that's what you meant, But whatever now, you and your rhymes can get bent.
It takes you this long to write your lyrics and proof read it I can keep going on forever so you better believe it (believe it, believe it, believe it…) See me coming at you from every direction with SC beats pleasing OC homie with a name found in only his world he molded Hesh has got you trying to feel fresh Sprayed with a scent of orangeness, and torn into a peel that got you killed I’m waiting for you with your new news of your world hunger headlines of crimes in the LA Times I got you wanting more of this battle, but with no more words to tattle It’s too bad you ran out of your Abra kadavra Magic’s ran out so you got to pout and shout One fling of my wand will put you in Tusan Was it wrong of me to steal your glue son? No more for you to paste you cutout lyrics You can’t share it, because I already teared it Drop right back in the cut of what’s not You’re not what YaNa tees were meant to put up Rebellious teen trying breath out of his young lungs he’s sucked up But too much gum chewing’s got you straight out of luck I tried to give you warning just like No Body’s Listening You listened but missed the disses when you were cleaning your dishes So now your eyes are glistening with new wishes Don’t count out a Word War III Guess what mother fucker this RAP Battle 2 I won and you lose
Don't really need t' cuss in my rhymes 'cause i'm methodical Light speed pickin' the best lines-But you're that prodical... Son, Dedicated beat me but sure as hell i'll smash ya You always think you win cause you be shmokin' the hash,ja. Drop that fa-g and try something worthwhile nooby I say fa-g 'cause I'm a brit,so don't you try and sue me You might have strength,but your exsponged when i'm done Leaving you no space to say a line or to have some fun You see this verse is clean and i'm still owning A gamers term yeh,but i'm a missle-homing. Heshboy,you aint got nothing on me, Only take a while for you to see. wehey,thats a rap. i had to put fa-g cause its censored
Since when do I have to proof read my shit? And anyway, at least my shit's worth somethin', I can't believe you wanna carry on just yappin', 'Cause that's what you're doin', it definitely ain't rappin', You're screamin' to your lover "Eye eye captin!" But he's in love with another man, how'd it happen? And I'm not even sure hesh is fresh, We all know that you're usin' your mum's lilets, To fight the shit pourin' out of your ass that's wet, We can't take you to a doctor, so we'll call the vet, Hopefully he can put you down, So I don't have to take you back to town, And please stop wearin' your dumbass frown, And get the fuck back for my rhyme king crown, To cure world hunger, we can feed your ass to them, They won't know the difference, so no consequence, Like magic, we'll HP your ass to Hogwarts, And I'm sorry but they don't have a cure for gentil warts, And chewing gum is bad for you so I do without, But you need some before your halitosis breaks out, Nobody's Listening? So, I'll scream and shout, And cleanin' dishes? What the fuck you on about? I'm aimin' for World War Three, This is the third rap battle thread I've seen, But that's not relevent to your ass whoopin', I'mma beat so bad you'll need a fuckin' cusion.
Ahh... Guys this battle is fun. I wont stop until you stop Don't get offended by the following, becuase it's not meant to be. My Space is your waste Check out my waist Cause your Smacking on some dick taste Get laid and get paid Craving on some masturbating new ways You crave for big Dave Get out the way of Dedicated Cause he’s Dedicated to leaning two ways You never knew rhymes came out like this Though I knew this was your one and only wish Get kissed by a lady who’s really a prick Shits got you feeling greatly pissed October 27 you’re now a peasant Sent straight from heaven, kicked out with the mess you lived in I whiteness this accident you wanted me be catched with Can’t kill me with your butter knife from the kitchen Want to hear something wicked? I coming out with the new shit California loves got me feeling top of the charts Stop steeling your lyrics from K-mart I’m too sharp As you can see you’re half -baked in the size of a pop tart Playing make believe with a fake bullet proof vest don’t work Hold on I got to chirp… It was your bitch looking for some new meat to flirt But you know… It’s too hot for her, she got burnt
The whole thing was good,but the second bit was better and the best lines and Fucking owned,gamer style.
Sorry I haven't been here long enough to see 3 rap battles Saunderitos are you coming back for more in this thread? You dropped out too early.
Hey, I been out for two days but, I'm alright. Sittin' at home, trying to enjoy the night. Reading all the raps and thinking how they ridiculous they are You guys ain't gettin' far, just hittin your heads against the bar So you can finally come up with material, and during all this, I've been eating my Apple Cinnamon Cheerios cereal. Yeah, I'm pretty tired, just played some dodgeball Lost in the finals but I could beat you all Catch couple of balls, without slippin' and fallin' And when you guys would lose, you'd be comin' back calling for more Just like you are when I finish with my raps Trying to write back, but the lyrics are whack. Keep it in tack man, the GX won't stop Now, let me finish opening this mix box..tape.
I ain't battling Dedicated anymore,lost cause I can hang around if you want me to lyrically beat the shit out of you again and again and again
Heh, I ain't smackin' no dick taste, I'm from the place where they think your face is a waste, But just incase... You know my rhymes are far too nifty, Far too shifty, to stop me from sippin' on whiskey, And think of it this way, if I was gettin' paid to fuck, I'd be the richest man, havin' to lend you some bucks, So you can run out to your shitty 'old school' rhyme store, And pick up a six pack of "Wannabe Hardcore," But just so you know, everyone wants big Dave, I'm the one in the party everybody wants to lay, And I never knew, that I was in the way, I thought you couldn't get past 'cause your rhymes are gay, And anyway, there is a time and a place, For you to muster up some shit I can't face, And that time is never, unless, no wait, I'm guaranteed to put you back in your place, I have a dream, but not of green hills and scenery, It's a place where someone else can challenge my rhyme supremacy, And if you want to start a diary, October 28th, I beat some fucker down for gettin' up my face, And if you're from heaven, then I must be from hell, Get your ass back to from wherever it fell, 'Cause I'm your nightmare, wrapped in red and black, From the right side of the track, hittin' you like deep impact, And what is this K-Mart? I'm from the great England, So stop flippin' your shit "it's totally minging," I'mma sit here with my tea and biscuits, The upper class ass, you're the lowest of minions. I can't believe how fun this is
Yea No Pacs up in hear Here I go rocking with the LPassociation The creation of a two worlds coallation Hip Hop and Rock got's me feeling greatly brought up Once apart till linkin Park imbarked on a new hit So chalk up all the talk for Fort Minor Mike Shinodas going to show ya how Rap don't suck Styles of beyond is way out there in the ball park Clocking the beats to art Piecing together a new featuristic beat Dedicated has hated Saunderitos thinks he made it GX is a cartoon Derek Hit know his shit Though were all different, were feeling the same music Put us together and we can create a new diss We taking it We making it yea Yea Hear these rhymes We taking it We making it Yea This games got me going insane I told you kids I was here shake up things Shaking and baking it Creating and making things up Crazy ass lyrics to make alcholics anonomys Clowning the game that made a million names of fame Founder of the mother fucking Lion Kings mane Listen up to the rapper who started this hesh from the beginning of the lame ass fifty game faking it Beach cruising through the street shooting people who got beef I'll nock out your grimey ass teeth Shine them to make them fill neat Keep all this talk on the low of how you blow shit Cause we all know wich way you go with Come on and try to lay me out End up getting kocked the fuck out and spitting out glass You got knocked the fuck out This friday I'm waiting for the next time you wet yourself Clean your diapers because you've lyrically been spent We taking it We making it Yea yea We taking it We making it Here this shit out Wake up a smell the scent of these deadly roses Open up your mouth and breath it in See my gun seeping on in Now shut that fucking shit before I poke on in it Old school beats leaving skeets through your music You just know when you've been beaten This fad you has got making fed playing near mad in jon Madden Sunken in the grave you created losing 42-0 Try to be hero and I'll make you a Zero Treat you like a kid preteding to be super hero Dreaming up a fear in your ear Whispered my name on near to make it clear Now it's obvious whos payed his dues in 2 years It sure wasnt you just nearing his pre teen years We taking it We making it This is Heshboy We taking it We making it Coming in the next Rap battle near you We taking it We making it Lets get the fuck out of here
Heshboy you talk too much but say nothing worthwhile The only thing I think of your raps is "Shit thats vile" The lines are sposed to be about the same length Your lines are over the place, you are lacking strength Why don't we battle properly,lets hear ya voice Say yes or no bitch its a pretty simple choice Say yes and I kick yo' ass easily and skillfully Say no and look like a cocked up hillbilly I am the writer - the alpha and omega You ain't jackshit- go carress your fucking sega I'm as hardcore as our saviour Jonny Rotten My rhymes are concrete while your crap is cotton Where's yo' rhymes kid? Learn how to freestyle You run one hundred metres I go the full mile.
Do you have a brain clot or something? Should you care I got you hating on the new juice I'm pumping? Or what I'm feedings got you running and jumping? Somethings got your heart pumping and jumping Skipping a beat making you trip over your feet Keep your ryhmes away from the publics beak Boston Public ain't loving you shovel shit Troubling the world and setting it in twirling kick Your Curls got you mistaken as a young girl Young Buck crunking it up You trying to get Buck on his nuts King Krunk of the jip hop nation I'm making music in this hip hop creation Writer of the nothing above You can't write what the Alpha Omega does Already set you on fire, full of holes the same way Kidman was Strap on the gloves and carry you to the curb What up to me curbing you with my shoe laces undone Better run, becuase Sega still runs Creating games for the Hardcore ones