Freestylin' Thread! bust some rhymes foo

[nametakennow]

Drop the Mike all y'ant, but I'm all about the mic, I don't front. I got my girl cause I'm straight and such, I don't need to cut up and act a fool, I'm straight with her as I'm straight with you. I don't hold nothin back, and y'ought to too cause the GA boy just got you schooled. Go back to the pool and drool at the fine bits of cool that swagger in front of your face, you disgrace to the human race, you can't keep up this pace, your race is endin in last place cause the last time you saw a worthy face in the mirror was the last time you saw your mom, lookin demure at her lack of a cure for your sick, sad, pure, bad rhymes, so time for you to go back to where you hide, cause I'm done with your sorry hide. Bye.

[trumpetorz]

this one's all for jdmfreak

step back all cause you're about to get shown why jdmfreak's lame and I'm the one who will own. First of all, lemme start with the lyrics, you pop em out, but they sure aren's the clearest, cause you said "mock my words" (which I will do in due course) but what I think you meant, and I say without remorse, is to MARK your words my good friend, which is why I will triumph in the end. I mean not to hate, but when I'm attacked I'll be the first to point out why your rhymes are whack. Maybe you couldn't think of something to rhyme, but as I have said, that's not hard for the divine. Me and my boy Winston, we are sublime. So let me now, without further delay, show you why I win this battle this day. First it's because I know my speech, and you when you try to breech the awesome defenses I make, you just come out with a wake of awful rhymes and bad phrases, that never end and just make me go into phases of convulsion and ceasures that is as far from and pleasures as I would imaging possible. Next, lemme hit on your attack about me bein a newbie, just because I am one, doesn't mean that you need to screw me. I'll have you know, that everyone else here in nico has been as nice as anybody you could know, but you my friend, seem hellbent on makin me repent for things I've not even spent. Now why, I ask, must you hate, all I was doin was tryin to relate to some other people that like cars, and yet, you jump in and turn it into wars. Wars of rhyme and words that you can't even control, but now here we are makin each other roll back and forth by throwin these words of disrespect and we can't connect, cause there's too much hate for us to even relate on a level that normal people would. Now why don't you just back down, stop makin everybody frown with your sad rhyme and bad time and just admit that me and my crew have totally and utterly owned you? So, come on if you want and try command but you'll only end up comming to understand, that all that will ever happen is what has happened here, me and my boys are in the clear, cause you are just hatin, and me...I'm relatin, but still beratin and makin you to shake in your shoes. I don't wanna hate and I don't wanna be mean, but don't attack me again, or I'll come at you and then I won't be so true, I'll just take you under and rend you assunder with my rhymes and the rhymes of my boys, why does one person always have to be wrong, you don't wanna find out what happens if we can't all just get along. I remind you one more time, that when I wrote this rhyme, I was feelin nice and agreeable, but that doens't meant hat next time I'll be so amiable. So this is your single chance to join our side before we make you slide right on off the stage you can't hold (or in p0ker terms "make you fold") This offer is not withstanding so I hope you are understanding that we could all go out without this bout of painful obliteration to add to the doubt as to whether or not mankind will ever be friends. So I say once more, let's be nice or I'll roll the dice and win your money and take your honey and leave you with nothin but hate and then you'll be late to say the least.

[jdmfreak]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ****!!!!!!!! So every1 wants to **** with me huh? Well I got somethin for all you *****es!

Sopadope:

Man **** you *****. You dont want none of this. Ill have a girl Lorena Bobbitt your d1ck so you'll have to sit down and piss. Nah Im just playin. Now listen to what Im about to be sayin. I give you credit for bustin those rhymes. Im quite sure you did it in no time and for that Ill respect those lyrics line for line. Im short on time so Ill move on to the next person. Keep rhymin you're Ok in my book son.

Dr!ft:

Yo son, you aint nothin but a joke. You had me laughin so hard, I almost choked. You gonna take a bat to my face? Since Im such a disgrace? When your rhymes aint together. They're all over the place? Sorry pal that lame *** crap aint gonna work. Listen here. Why dont you pull up a chair. Get out your pencil and paper, write some new rhymes and get back to me later. Maybe Ill respect you then, but until that time comes, tah tah my friend.

And last but not least, trumpetorz:

So you want little jdm to sit down, be nice and play? When it comes to freestylin, Im sorry, but it dont go that way. You fail to understand the rules of this game. So to help you out Ill try to explain. The main goal is to bash your opponent without remorse. You spit and spit till your voice gets hoarse. During the battle no matter what you say you wanna do. After the battle you pay your respects where its due. I realize that you fail to notice, but your boy Winston kinda already knows this. I got his respect and he's got mine. Things between me and him are pretty much fine. Now that Ive said that, lets talk about your last set of rhymes. I said you were a noob cuz thats what you are. I saw your first rhymes a knew that when it come to rhymin you were new and still fresh. To step it up I had to put you to the test. Your last post was way better than the first. I actually like what you said verse after verse. Ill end this by calling a truce. And I want to know that I respect you. Damn I better not have wasted my time and find out your reply will be full of tired *** rhymes.

Really though. Welcome to NICO. It just happend that your first posts were in the middle of a war.

[nametakennow]

Aight, you're fine, didn't beat on my boys rhymes too hard tonight, that's good, cause he's learnin the hard fight. Earlier he and I had a mite of a chat talkin bout this and that and he said, for a fact, that he was lookin for a peaceful entrance to his NICO existence. He realizes this is a war, and now that he's given peace a chance, he'll go after whores, but with your slight remorse he'll take your light course on rhymin til you're hoarse to mind so he can rhyme fine like you did this time. Since we're clear in my book I'll throw out my hook and take the beatins for a while so no one starts cheatin, and playin up denial cause my boy Z's flow is comin in to it's own it's just a matter of time til he comes out and owns but for now, I expect all of you to say you chose my flow to attack fo sho. I'll take the flak from all your crap while others work on their attack to keep up with that and take your *** straight back to the sack so you can get some rest and think without duress about this rhyme, it's a test, to see if you can stay in this place with rhymes from your chest. Who's gonna come now? Freak and I are good and chow, at least fo now, and the rest a y'all got kicked down with Lil' Bow Wow, so I say lata to you clowns til you pick up your frowns and try to keep it down, see how low you can go, my ex was 5'0, I can out dance your flow, so don't you come up and blow silly rhymes about how you show me up, cause if you ain't had enough you need to put your head in a trough and cough out your lungs cause your the rhymes comin out tha rest of y'alls tongues suck monkey buns. JDM, like I said, we're cool, no need to tool around with death threats in this thread, indeed Z threw it out on the bed, if y'ant to tread with us, the best, come in our camp of kickin ****, if you're ready to be part of the winners of this rhyme fight, our fire is shootin to the sky tonight, no one can keep up with their sad lines, our light is shinin high, catch ya on the flip side, freak.

[jdmfreak]

Yo Im gonna hit the sack, but tomorrow Ill definately be back. Bring it on any1 can challenge me, but let be known, you'll be sorry you messed with the freak. Ya'll dont be haters and Winston Ill talk to you ya later.

[nametakennow]

Hit the sack, get some rest, get some mack, come back your best. These hata's want to take the test, I'll let em, see if they got it, even those from the west. I'm about to head that direction too, so g'night to you non-freak foos, I'll be back, and true, just like always, teachin school, but for now, goodbye to you, sleep calls, and so does your crew, they want a new do, cause credit ain't comin where it's due, lata dudes...

-Winnie Tha Pooh

[Nismo_Freak]

Yo Freak, offa's still up. I just got some sup and I'm feelin a bit up, havin dealt with the sun, endin up in sun-sickness, my bro's the witness, couldn't even see *****es, my eyes hurtin too bad for checkin the kittens, I ain't kiddin, just like Freak, he's pimpin. If S15 lil Jon, Freak is the bill Jon can't pay, stay away S15 or he'll rock your day, and your girl's night, so don't try to fight, he got the right rhymes at the right times to take on any lines you try to fly past his mighty sword. Man, you poor, and now you're gonna cry "you's teh suxor." What a bore! You're a geek, he's a freak, and you can't handle his beat, so back off with speed or he'll take yo beetch and rock her world on the beach, like your lame skeet skeet.

Naw son I'm a straight up loner, my lyric so euforic you pop a boner, cross me and you'll be an organ doner,you think I ain't strong?I can hit that lyrical bong all night long, rhymes so solid they hit you in the head, make you drop dead, find you bleeding in your bed,welcome to reali-ty, you ain't got **** on me,you tried to race me on Willoughby, son that ain't no DE-T,so pull up a chair, and try not to stare,you'll be blinded by the glare,cause my rhymes so bright,you feel my might,cause I think your girlfriends a little tight, go-go gadget d!ck,make you feel sick,you don't notice the needle prick,but soon you will cause through your vein, comes my lyrical game of fame,to put you to shame,soon you won't know your own name, but thats ok, you'll be nothin but a crone, read it off your lyrical career's tombstone.

[Sopdadope]

Abysmal_Geek,

You loner, so you're that pizza-faced kid in highschool eating in the co'ner, all alone huh?/get it through your dome punk, i'm bad for you, like gluacoma, melonoma, i'll leave your *** in a beating-induced coma/ for your info, i AM a ****ing organ donor, became the world's only living heart donor when i was only four son/ so I'm heartless, I'll beat your *** like a plantation owner, tear you know a new blowhole the size of the holes in da O-Zone over southern California/ leaving you looking mutated like the Toxic Avenger from Troma/bit.ch your Casper-looking chrome dome ain't from Texas, you're afflicted with carcinoma and "inbred"-oma, you bastard child of two brother-sister slack-jawed hilljack mofo's from Oklahoma/***** I'll bulldoze over you like a steamroller, leave your *** in a confused veggie state like your last name was "Lisa" and your first name was "Mona", mutalate you so bad that in his grave, Jack the Ripper rolls-over/you online so much, is fingering your glute the reason why you have Carpal Syndrome son?/you steppin' to me is a mismatch kid, my flows come in bundles and batches, i'll leave you body bloodied in patches, i'm a ruthless psycho slash killer bastard, bit.ch you can't match this, i'll beat ya primitive as.s in they'll call it animal abuse they'll call in the PETA animal activists/you're really a fa.ggot, taking it in your yap, snatch, as.s are your best assets, San Fran is calling man, they're missing their biggest "stag-queen" drag-queen actress/so none of you bi.tches get ambitious, else i'll get malicious like a ****ing sid vicious after twenty acid binges/ leave you're girl wet screaming "holy ****, Sopdadope's the sh.it!"/come back to at me when you're IQ's past single digits, you "ment-ill" midgets!/Dismal_Geek, listen, you've just been added to the long list of my victims/Your rhymes are on the back of the milk carton, they're "Missing", so don't give it your fav past-time, making love to Ms. Rosy Palm and the five Ms.'s, you wack off so much, oh sh.it!, your wrist glistens!/*****, i'll burn your *** like that kitty in that bi.tch Drift's sig/so bit.ch stop spitting that witless Dr. Suess shi.t and go back to your wanker twiddling, your rhymes are weak like your fav toy, cowpies turning into brittle things/ otherwise I'll beat your head black + blue, leave stars surrounding your dome and make that **** looking like a gigantic version of Janet Jackson's nipple ring/so Mr. Online rapper, don't make me hit reboot twice as fast, you'll see both my boots buried right up ya white ***/you got the weakest rhymes this side of your role model, that Vanilla Ice fag/so don't get ridiculous and make me jack you up, back you up and pimp-smack you up with flows that are immaculate/ Kid, listen to the words of Confucius "Abysmally_Weak, don't be clueluess, don't do this, it's called hubris, Sop will drop flows hotter than a Singapore airline stewardess, chew your *** to pieces like a rabid school a fish, a school of barracudas, so don't be stupid!"/vicious as lava and smooth like viscous black fluids, when they recover your corpse, your heads been detached and your wankers been attached to it/cuz see when you flow against me, you like you O.D.'ed on some crack fluids, you look stupid, like Frankenstein trying to bust a move, lean back and put ya "back to it"/bit.ch don't make me smack you up/your jack off so much and your rhymes so wack, you should change your name to "Wackula"/7.7 posts per day, dayam, you must stay bored checking out Justin Timberlake and making your fingers do extra labour/Instead of Mitch, I'll call you "Bit.ch" Gaylord, so i'll let you get back to checking out http://www.FatandHairyGays.org, stroking your "sabre" and glazing your keyboard/

[dr!ft]

Hey Soapdadope,Did ya lose your soap-on-a-rope?You got yo *** in a corner,Getting it from some guy named Joe.Spend your time praying and hope,That this guy doesn't choke.On that tiny thing that makes you a bloke.Leave your rhymes behind,As you fall in line.They won't do you much,Except mess with ya mind.Ya spending too many minutes,Looking for some guy's digits.Why don't you try to get some,Off the female kind?Guess you came out of that closet.Where inside you found your momma's corset,Still on yo momma's body,With a note, attached to yo mum's throat.Oh no! It seems she's choked!I guess I shouldn't been giving her,That mouth-ta-mouth. A bit too naughty,For public television.My rhymes speak of a vision,Of a determined heaven.One wich you won't be present.It seems ya mouth is hesitant,In speaking the truth.You'd be drinking vermouth,If you weren't such a poor-a** dude.And if you think this is it,Man, ya don't know s***.I'll be back for more,In just a little bit.Yeah, my name's dr!ft,Ya got a problem with that b****?

[Sopdadope]

LMFAO!!!! .......Seriously dawg, don't get me started/I've heard more lyrical talent when my dog walked by and farted/You should change your name from Drift to Mr. Cardiac, cuz in two seconds flat, you'll be on the mat suffering from a pulmonary heart-attack/you turd you, I'll fu.ckin murder you, i'll burn you in an eternal verbal inferno with the rest of the herd of these nerds too/did it ever occur to you, that I could strike you like a submersible surface-to-surface missile, hit you with a barrage of curse words and metaphors you've never learned fool/leave your Walter Cronkite-sounding *** shaken and stirred too, bi.tch are your rhymes absurd because you're your vision is blurred and your speech is slurred too?/you obsessed with butt-sex because Big Bubba in the third cell-block spurned you or was it because his girth hurt you??/you're as gay as Vanilla Ice's cameo in your fav movie, Ninja Turtles 2/you like the receiving end because you got a limp di.ck and your rhymes are bulimic, don't I don't need Ashton Kutcher to tell me this kid's a gimmick/While Sopdadope tries to think outside the box....this kid fu.ckin lives in it/Since your doing the Dr. Suess, ****, let me try my hand/kid you wanna know how sick a man I am?/yo I'll make your Gram play twister and do sixty-six Jackie Chan handstands in your Aunt Pam's Plymouth minivan, have the ***** spinning like a turbo-boosted six at fifteen grand, so when the f.at ***** is done she'll be oozing whole milk out of her t.it glands and literally spit Spam! Dayam, a sick man I am! you won't your daily dose of baby batter with your green eggs and ham?/*****, I'll roast you, I can't cook but I'll use my smoke alarm as a timer/leave your *** charbroiled like the time in jail when you got lined up/i didn't have to try, your weak flows make me look like a genius, you're flows are primitive, like you're a different genus, your scientific name would be "flowis horriblis pleasa Ream-us"/*****, come out the closet, you know you're siding with Venus and share the lesbo motto with your man GayDMgeek "No pen15 Between Us"

[nametakennow]

Yo, NISMO, this one's about yo flow. I see you wanna go it alone, that's fine, fo sho, but you better watch yo toes cause they go'n get stepped by my lonesome, I'll take you down without my boy Z, and any others wit me. Now I'ma stir up a storm, see, your rhymes lack form, they like batter, cold and gummy, not like mine, hot and yummy straight to yo tummy from the oven, you know you lovin the thought of some lovin but you get nothin nothin while I get som'n som'n, you bound for nothin with rhymes attackin my com'n up and praisin yo skills, askin you to join my pills. I'm the perfect medicine, better than Edison, my rhymes fly down nice, no side effects, they suffice the worst sickness, even your rhymes, lackin thickness, like bad crimes, they got a witness and you ain't got business rockin this thread with your sickness, we don't need none of that barf all over this thread, it was like a fine scarf til you decided you was dead, cause you said "naw son" which basically means "y'all won" cause you don't want none of this high quality fun, just your cheap whores weighin tons, can't you go get some real huns? So now I'm done, offer withdrawn, since you stepped out on ya'own, and that'd been fine and fun, cept you attacked me, son.

[Sopdadope]

LameBaconSow,

HAHA!! Your flows are so pitiful, I'ma strike you like a fu.ckin cruise missile, like a squadron of Mig's blitzin' foo when I starting spitting sick shi.t at you/I take issue with your serious English language misuse/Everybody at NICO knows you been blown out a dozen times like a box of Kleenex tissues/I got a .45 and a shovel, I seriously doubt anyone will miss you/clearly, those nine years of highschool didn't pay off, your rhymes suck, your structure's way off/ your so lame dawg, even if you were in the Army, you'd get your *** laid-off/you's as stupid as yo mom, I ask the bi.tch "ever hear of cleaning, sucking and fu.ckinng" and she replied "yo, are those cities in China?"/b.itch so fat, it's like she's got bacon strips for a vagina, got more ham than the Carolina's/Your verses are like ya mom - a crack fiend- needin' a fix, your probably been scowering AIM feeding for tips/Here's one: stop at the second line, cuz that's when we all stopped reading ya shi.t/Might as well stick a fork in you, cuz you're done after I blasted you with my verbal 44 magnum, but relax dun, the objects to have fun/too bad I can't make fun of your ride----cuz you already got a wack one/I'll leave you covered in blood, your face a swollen bulb like Rudolph's red nose/If I fed your nonsensical lyrics into a UNIVERSAL TRANSLATOR MACHINE, that sh.it'll probably explode/Your rhymes are garbage, watch me stuff and can it/It's like your wrote on a stone tablet, everyone takes your words 4 granted/ speaking of tablets, for your epitaph, written in granite, it'll say "here lies the world's biggest and wackest crack addict", your corpse so ugly, it'll be a scarecrow for all the maggots

[nametakennow]

Haha, talkin bout flow, look at yo's, it's like the dough I mentioned, sad, damn you better look forward to pension, otherwise you'll just be inchin along lookin for somethin to relieve the tension. What are you benchin? Must be 8, cause you ain't a heavyweight in any way. Go back to school, you lost this, and drool, your *** is just a blotch in my rearview, you need a clear view to see your *** is busted? Rhymes crusted over and rusted like your car, busted like your ***, boy you better get some grass, that's the only thing that'll make ya feel better, other than a large mouth bass, yaknow, a lass, cause you gotta pay for your ***. As I said before, go back to class, my 10th grade education just popped a cap in your back, like a cat, I come from behind to attack... make that a ninja, cause a ninja will bend ya into a friggin balloon doll, you know, the ones they make, not at pool halls, but at Disney World, where you go for your girls, underage and plural, cause one is never enough, you're mature as your *** is tough. I'm done with your stuff, it's like manure, just smells and takes up room for my pure bloom of rhymes that fill up these lines like fine dinin.

One more thing, before I let you read and bust your nut, see the Russians had Migs, but no cruise, that's what US of A choose, we don't like to lose, like they did the Cold War, and you must be turnin blue now, cause this war just got cold as ice with your rhymes, get outta sight.

[Sopdadope]

LMFAO!!!!

b.itch your rhymes are silly yet you really wanna spit at me? do the world a favor and drop dead, put yaself outta your mysery/ Diss me and you'll be missing like a victim from an Agatha Christie mystery/listen to me, I'll say this explicitly, I'll go easy on you, cuz I have mercy for kids, see?/Don't wanna snuff you before your journey into puberty, the only girl you've ever been in was the Statue of Liberty/You so stupid, your general said "Onward to Victory" and two hours later you came back and asked "Is it on the map, or is it me?"/oh wait, you's a player, you pull chicks constantly?/......off the shelf, haha...with names like Betty Crocker and Sara Lee/took you a few hours to post and get ripped like a fa.g's *** in silk garments/keep it up son and your ugly mug will be adorning milk cartons/serious son, you just a kid? no wonder your two best boys are Hairy Palm and Harry Potter, who the ****** brought this child to the slaughter?/How can I "son" a punk who'd be confused as my daughter?/You wanna battle with Sop? Sh.it, I wouldn't wanna be ya/I've been known to inflict on pu.ssies like you like gonorrhea/Son, when ya girl asked you to find her vulva, you went for an atlas, so how you gonna match this?/Since you're new, let me christen you, call me NICO's John the Baptist/you spit two lines in twenty four minutes, kid that's nice whoring/check your bars again, they're so weak I can diss your thrice for it/you calling me a pedo? man STFU, you the one screaming "Dakota Fanning, here I come!" you Chesta!/you rockin' R. Kelly's tune "Fiesta, Fiesta" but for you it'd be "Molesta, Molesta!"/Gimme the mic and Imma blow with tight, ill flows - I'll bang you up harder than two dikes with spiked dildos

[nametakennow]

Talkin bout puberty, you must have missed the lube, cause already you know you're in a state of lose, so you try to pick out somethin loose to take on my smoothness, but you over-rev, your lubricant can't handle your pube-less rant. I'll let you think you've won, that you're the one, and you got some to show the rest of the world, cause I'm not gonna whirl with your those silly cheerleader twirls you call rhymes, they worse than mine when I was 5, so g'night, I'm kin'a fallin asleep cause y'alls rhymes, they weak, so times, they bleak, and you betta start ta speak and get a spark in ya beat cause I'm about ta fart fo a week til y'all seek a realistic creek of rhymes, though it still won't compare with my riva, y'all just like the ****ta, fun to sit on and contemplate and debate the ideas of my new-found heavyweight status, aren't you glad you ain't comin at us cause we'd bust you up, best be glad us don't know where you stay up at night, masturbatin to the thought of rhymin like I can while I be masticatin. See? I'm the masta of this nation, while y'all be nothin but hatin cause your rhymes are like Satan, down at the bottom of the hole, stuck in the doledrums, nothin to hold'um, just playin Texus Hold'um while you try to poll'um, yaknow, those girls you like to show, they ain't nothin but easy blow, unlike my girl, she's ova they heads even when they tip-toe. OH NO! You can't handle this flow, so back off before I blow my lid and bust yo lip, make the blood drip like a rain of red, then you slip when you tread on ya'own pool of bled, I'm out fo' the rest, got sleep to catch, and rest befo I take on the best o' the world, sittin at a different sorta pool, one blue, and cool, above you, and yo tool. Yeuh, just one tool, you don't got enough for a whole toolbox, you like the Red Sox, they just always lost, comin up short, a blotch on the radar screen, so watch as I take yo spleen and snap it clean cause I beat you, an' yo team. When you ready to go, come back to the show, but until y'all flow, I'm done showin what I know.

[trumpetorz]

hey y'all, just thought I'd post tonight, but truthfully, I'm too tired for a real fight. Just thought I'd let you all know, that I'm still in the game, and just cause I don't have a lot of time doesn't mean that I'm lame. In truth, I was off mackin tonight, and you see my plight, that I'd rather hold my girl than take this freestyle for a whirl. But as y'all can see, I'm practically bushed, but I'll be back later...I just don't like to rhyme rushed.

[Sopdadope]

Son everytime you post, your flows get ****tier, you're just going back/there's a thin red line between dope and wack and Nametaken just fell in the hole in the gap/You should declare this a no-contest, it doesn't take a genius to see who's best/You drop decent flows as frequently as your grandma's PMS/You better call it a day, I mauled you today, ground you up and spit you out like anabolic whey/spitting shi.tty lines is all you can say, go back and frolic and play + participate in your Rainbow-Partners parade, grab da bible, read all of it and pray, cuz when I get stalin-crazed I'll hunt you down and beat you like your name was Saddam Hussein/so you think you're the best and you enjoy all the heavenly thrills?/how can that be son when you I own you in fu.cking every skill?

[krazy skwerel]

For ****s sake there is some horrible rhyming goin' on here. Some of it is good but a lot of it is queer. Just trying to read some of this **** is making my brain throw a fit. I'm not even gonna try and flow . I'll be back tommorow though.

[jdmfreak]

LOL! This ****'s great. Im so glad I came up with the idea. Oh well I just ****in woke up so there aint gonna be any rhymes comin from me.

[Sopdadope]

For ****s sake there is some horrible rhyming goin' on here. Some of it is good but a lot of it is queer. Just trying to read some of this **** is making my brain throw a fit. I'm not even gonna try and flow . I'll be back tommorow though.

Son, don't make me Kentucky-fry your a.ss like my name was "the Colonel", we know slack-jawed hillbillies eat varmints, even Krazy Squeerels/I'll make your blood curdle, you'll wish one of your three daddy's never squirt you when I whip your a.ss like a lazy two-dollar burro/Your rhymes are elementary kid, makes you sound like a twelve your old b.itch/My rhymes makes your brain "throw a fit?", what? all twelve cells of it?/They call you Skwerel cuz you cramming ya trap til it's busting with nuts and you like it when other dudes are busting their nuts up your butt/Skwerel likes it in all orifices, you should change your name to fu.cking "Fingercuffs", your like the crusty, old Reebok kicks your rockin' or the Joe Budden track, you like to "P-P-PUMP....PUMP..PUMP IT UP!" but up ya slumped rump/Speaking of queers, since your fav hobby is getting as.s-fu.cked, your fav show would be QUEER AS FU.CK/Or maybe "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" cuz the Fab Five is so "liiike, uh, Faabbuuluuuutthhhss"/Weak rhymes? Son what you bit.chin' about? Your "flows" were the weakest verses anyone's been spittin' out/Matta of fact, they couldn't be shi.ttier even if I came into ya house and let my bowels "flow" when I shi.t in ya mouth/Right now you're probably dejected, when my rhymes connect kid, I'll be like the 400-lb beast Shaq and leave you "REJECTED!!!"/I'll cut you up like a Biology-class frog and leave you dissected/personally, I define you as wack but Webster's calls your a.ss weak and pathetic/Son you'll have a day to get back me, but you probably won't because your a dying man/don't think it's safe di.ck-riding with your man "I AM SAM", I'll do an online driveby on your whole fam then email you your Aunt Anne's and Gran's diaphragms/I bet you rock a mullet and an 80's V6 Trans Am/Son don't share ya sex life man....we don't need to hear it....just pause it/Be like your man Michael Jackson and keep that sh.it "in da closet!"

[nametakennow]

Oh my God Sopdadope, shut the **** up, your rhymes suck, you just got run over by tired Z, in his big blue truck. Mother****, I just woke up, and all I see is suck, it's got me pissed, so now you're gonna get dissed, cause I'm tired as ****.

As I was sayin:Boy, you suck, you rhyme, bout as good as you ****,so says the mime, you told to duck, when you was about to bust your nut, but you forgot he was already pale as mice, so your snow white was about as good ice in a snowstorm. Boy, you just got no form, this is a bore, a chore, spearin you like a boar, I abhor your form, you got abs like a fat whore, flab, and...

SNORE, I just feel asleep, cause you tore your rhymes like a sheet, straight outta Newsweak, you're beat, you can't touch, Z or freak, or especially not me. You've been kicked to the curb, cause you tried to spit verb, but all you did was clip my turd. You don't know the first thing about written word.

[nametakennow]

Sorry, had to take a shower, I ain't down with your ***, I got more power to show, so sit back and blow your wack at this amazing display of word-mack.

Man, you're like Tarik Aziz, just a ****in desease, a terrorlst, blown and owned like SARS, you ain't gone far, you just got caught in my tar like a bad Powerbar, so go back to your car and drive "So Far Away," cause you damn well better not stay, go hit the hay, you can't play this game, you're just lame, like your girls, all plain-Jane. Yup, you just got played.

I told you not to mess with my boy Z, but you did, so now you messed with me, and you got beat.

[Sopdadope]

LMFAO!!!! WEAK!! LOL

son, I know you a kid and all, but stop actin' soft/don't throw in the towel just yet, use it to wipe ya back off cuz ya man Z just jacked off/ya man Z said says his pubes are crawlin' with head lice cuz your dirty *** gave him head twice/if it wasn't for Z and pickpockets, you wouldn't have a fu.cking sex life/ your flows are humorless and you ain't fearsome/wanna good joke? look in the mirror, son!/beat me? are you mindless? You ain't built for violence/peel ya eyelids! you fu.cking sprained your wrists just trying to break the silence! (LOL)/don't make me get angry and pull a trigger or two/I've taken dumps bigger than you!/I saw ya scrawny *** in the other thread, you look like the kid from Home Alone just overgrown/YOU IS UGLY! With such a homely dome ya a.ss had to Trick-or-Treat over the phone!/Son, give it up, your sh.it's overblown, like when ya girl left her motor-home all her bro's cried "sh.it, no more dome!!!"/I'd make this a pic battle, but that's so easy it's wrong/I know you love ya mom...but did you really have to take the b.itch to the prom?/Son I'm done droppin' the smack on you, that's why you're black and blue/dumb kid, i'd need to toss you board games for you to catch a Clue/Sop's unstoppable, rockin' you with one or two shots throughyou ain't dropped hot sh.it since ya mom dropped you or when "Zed" popped ya glute/In time, your flows will improve, it just takes skillz and patience/Don't come back at me til your sh.it makes sense

until then....

[jdmfreak]

Sope clean your mouth off cuz its covered in jiz. Do you get that much pleasure from suckin down men's little kids? Thats okay though. You dont have to admit you're gay. Stay in your little closet. I like it better that way. I dont even know what you're frontin for. We all know that you're just a little whore. I'll probably see you standin on a street corna waitin for some lonley man to rub his beef on ya. You are a sorry mother****er who always got **** to say, but never show any action cuz you ***** out every day. Im done for now cuz Im tired as ****. If you still think you could break me down, you are **** out of luck. Let it be known, even though this is fun, I'll gun your ********* down like I was playin Duck Hunt.

[Sopdadope]

all you do is spank monkeys, Squeak change your name to "Da Baboon"/cuz ya palms are hairy and you need new cataracts soon, symptons of slurping too much of "da goo"/you can't see **** and your rhymes are wack too, you just turned in to the new Black Mr. Magoo/Imma be wise to you, stop bending over is what I advise you do/Read your first line again, it only applies for you/Kid, ya screwed to the barrel, you're wackness on tap/All mouth but small talk, kinda like shrink wrap/Son you know you're rockin' tracks from your idol Jacko/Freak pimps himself to geezer men, taking it up da backhole, young'n Imma call you the jail-bait AND the tackle/Freak does everything his molester(s) says so, dropping innuendo to Archbishops/his flows old and played like his 8-bit Nintendo cartridges/b.itch, you's a c.unt and Imma make you bleed like it's that time of the month/I'll come down on you like I was Norman Clump/Freak ain't playin' DUCKHUNT, he's playing CO.CKSEARCH/When Freak see's a "long birch" he's on his knees with his hands to his face bowing like he's in a Greek Orthodox Church, rubbing his hands saying "yo, lemme get a shot at dat c.ock first"/I'll maul you like a pack of hyenas in a Roman Colisseum arena/Beat ya a.ss like Ike beat Tina/Son ya momma's like Ike, she's the second part of a crack baby factory/Next time you battle me, bring them crack fiends as ya cavalry and don't take two full days to get back at me

[nametakennow]

Soap, stop gloatin for a minute to realize you can't float.

I don't need violence and **** to describe your crimes of bad lines and whines. This time, you're goin down like salami on rye. Your humour isn't dry, it's wet as your d!ck when you got your ***** suckin your ****, even though that's sick cause she's friggin six years old! Once again you just got told, as badly as your rhymes are old, you think you're bold but you're nothin but gold plastic, worthless as your ***** is fantastic.

I see your problem, so I'ma highlight it. You only rhyme at the end of your lines so they end up flowin about a nice as ice. I let you hit me thrice but this time I ain't gonna play nice, you must be blind and tasteless cause your rhymes are flat out baseless. Like a flat hand to the face, you can't handle this race, so get the **** out the way while the real players play.

I'm gonna go downstairs and eat, and if you're ***, even though it's beat, comes up with another bad treat, I'm gonna bust you fast with a fleet of the baddest ATL beats.

[Sopdadope]

YAWN....

Did you, as a kid suffer from rejection? Do you need friends son? As a baby, were you frequently dropped on your head then?/or are you suffering from childhood neglection? Seems like the only time you got attention was when ya mom had your C-Section/Z told me you got a Chia-pet looking Fro growing downstairs and you named it Arsenio/Peeps though they were seeing “Gorillas in the Mist” when they saw y'all home-made sex video/the zits on ya face is Braille for “I’m helluva loser”/I’ll abuse ya, this ain’t a nursery rhyme battle Junior/ Big egos? Ya head so big it’s visible on NASA's radar, ya rock a headband the size of a hula/How do peeps know they're in a gaybar? Easy, when Name offers to push everyone's stool up/I'm sick of you, ou pre-writing fool…probably been probing for those lines since last week/Name’s sole purpose in life is to get back at me but instead, for the fourth time, gets his Hellboy-lookin' a.ss beat/

look Chief, Sop was commensed in a celestial test tube, Name wanna step to the best and fade like the rest too?/Since you wanna be special, lemme bless you when ya sunburnt face and the dark part my hand connect fool, p.ussy like you’ll be bleeding like your name was Menstrual/Son you’re unbalanced, the last time you were well-rounded you were swimming around in ya dad’s left testicle/So here’s my pity letter to you/I’ve seen dyslexic children flow better than you/Dumb phuck, said 12 lines but can’t even count that high by himself/Your verse knows it sucks, ten minutes after you dropped, it edited itself!/Ya burnt epidermis is in dire need of Bengay, by the looks of it you couldnt get laid/Stay on the streets selling ya body making more then male stripper get paid/

When you spat your lyrics, judges held up their score cards and gave you a score of “That’s S.hit”/You maggot, I’ll slice you in two so I’m actually battling two halfs of a f.aggot/Son I've walked all over you and ya girl 'nough times to call your STD-infected asses my own public access/make sure da bi.tch pours water in her panties to keep your phucking crabs fresh/Matter of fact bi.tch, I’m like magic when I rip wack kids with lyrical hatchets, get practice and quit rappin’ before I twist your a.ss like two plastic S&M p0rn actresses on a mattress/You've had your share of my verbal b.itch-slappin, your sh.it lacks form since your change ‘em around like PIG LATIN/

Like a Molotov I’ll blow your dome off, ya rhymes are lazy like the work of slow slob/Only hard work you done is when you hooked your boy’s Z and GayDM up with blowjobs/ Son I’ve blown you out like sixteen candles, fa.ggot, you jerking off with soap by the handful, so get out of ya baggy clothes, cause we can all see the peachfuzz from your camel toes/Here’s your end soon, ya nose broken, wounds smokin’, I’m watching the bullet holes open and ya phucking tomb's closin'/I’ll let you eat sh.it and die slowly to re-enact ya death in slow-motion/

[nametakennow]

The only one with lazy rhymes is your sorry hide, still only rhymin at the end of the line, it seems not even your basics are fine. Why do I take the time to show you up? You just suck, simple as that, every time you whine I smack your *** straight to hell and back. Zach is straighter than you are gay, and freak, he don't go astray either, you just teeter on the edge of mediocrity and flow out mockery of rhymes everywhere, you're rhymes are square as Tony Blair, you two would make a good pair. No longer am I gonna blare my message of how bad you tear up what was a good thread, but now is dead cause you bled every last bit of life right out of this strife. So Good night and good fight one more time, and stick a fork in me, I'm done, cause you ain't got none.

[Sopdadope]

Yo NameTakenNow, don't take it serious, I'm only kidding man....it's all in good fun. Good battles man. I'd love to keep battling but I just heard some really bad news about a friend so....yeah...that's definitely a downer. Peace guys, s'all good fun.

[navysnail]

its all in good fun, hope he/she is ok man

later guys