Freestylin' Thread! bust some rhymes foo

[jdmfreak]

Damn we got caught up in the heat of battle and this thread has gone astray like unfenced cattle. Sope busted his rhymes on the drop of the dime. Winston came back every time. Me? Well I was mostly missing, but when I came back Sop was talkin bout me and some other guys kissin. I guess people thought we were serious and didnt wanna participate. So if you guys didnt know there was never any hate. This thread was great, but now its kinda wack. Even it was a great battle we need to get back on track. So all you people that were here before, come back in and frestyle some more. jdmfreak, Winston Sop, and Z invite you all. Admission is free.

[twelv]

:hiding: some of this stuff was random madness not even good rimeing but pratice pratice and it will get better and easier.:ylsuper

[BB Turbo]

Alright... This ones for Winston (nametakennow)

I smoke so much reefah, I huff and puff blowing humbug just like Ebenezah, Scrooge, I take them lines and drink booze, ha, son, I be Top Gun like Tom Cruise.So check me, a demoliton crew couldnt wreck me or get mebleaah, how you like me now coming down,this sh1ts from the underground.I got tha skills to bring tha ruckas, just so I can prove I be tha toughest.My dope rhymes are thought, throughIf y'all think your man enough, meet me in the middle of town at high noon,we can go head to head, I'll own, Y'alltake ten steps turn around and draw..POW POWI be bustin y'all niggas like tha O.K. CorralBut it aint ok to say what I sayMake way, I move like a cat on the freewayb1tches...y'all be the one to pull tha gun but not the trigga...

(will continue to flaunt my dope lyrical skills when someone replies;))

Yeah, Winsie, bring it, you know you can't top that. WOO Mother****in WOO

[jdmfreak]

Yo twelv! You know I was better than you.

[nametakennow]

Yo sopdadope, hope you friend is okay. No hard feelings. I'm kinda an emotional guy, and you hit some tough subjects, I get real defensive of my friends and my girl. It's all cool.

Anyway, Henry, now I'm on to you. I ain't got time to beat the poo outta you, I gotta go to work, and be Captain Kirk of the pool. I'm not gonna say much, that'd just make you drool, and keyboards don't take to a slobbery lake. Anyway, your rhymes are only half baked, and I'm tired, so I'ma play my guitar before I retire to my car for a 1 mile (ain't that far?) drive to tha pool. I'll make ya drool lata, so you betta watch it fool/hata.

[nacho_nissan]

hmm, ntn. Sorry, but BB Turbo's pwned yours hardcore right there. I can't rhyme for sh1t but, yours was really weak and full of dry content. I want to see what he posts next.

[jdmfreak]

Nah twelv, sope, me, ntn, and Z all rhyme better than that fool. I would say something but Im pretty much beat from playing taxiALL day. Ive only been home for 3.5 hours and used up a half a tank of gas so Im kinda pissed too.

[nametakennow]

Bah! BB beatin me? BS, especially while I'm on the phone with Z and Lau-Lee, he be gettin her b-u-t-t, cause it's finer than that hen Henry call a she. Speakin a butts, bet her's is like a mutt's... all hairy and stuff. Now I'm a spit straight to you, ya nut, get off them blunts, they just ****in you up, and yup, I just called your girl a pup. So next time, when you eatin sup, remember this rhyme, and hope you don't barf out your nuts.

That was short cause I'm tired, cracka, I'll come back lata and be the attacka.

[pito11213]

I know im new to this board but i was looking through and said what the hell

I read some of the da rhymes but not all of da lines, cause i realized that most of the sh**t was lies. I dont even understand most of these fu**in guys in a real battle none of them would survive. So moving on, to another part of the song these rappers is *** like a victoria secret thong. I dont have no mercy so I wont show none, so bow down fu**ers like I'm the shogun. Thats enough of the abuse, I'm already done here, just call me dad cause there's nothin buts son's here.

ONE!

[jdmfreak]

Dont even get me started. Your rhymes stink like someone just farted. As I said before, Im not in the mood. So Winston, when you're done with BB, please take down this dude.

[nametakennow]

Paypal is the gay, so I'm gonna come here and spray my anger all over your damn face like a bad case of woman hates yo' rapist *** and has mace.

That was just a taste, if you think you can hang in this race, you better look at your face in the mirror one more time, cause your rhymes are about as fine and the lice on your head, mice in your bed, and twice I just told you you're ugly, why ain't you dead? My last name starts with Fred, your's must start with Lead cause your rhymes sink to the bottom, where Henry treads, even his sorry *** rhymes make yours look like mine when I was just five. Time and time again people join this fight, then they realize they're losers and take flight in the night to the hills where it's cold, only 9 degrees Fahrenheit, cause they're rhymes are trite and just make a blight, like sludge on your camshafts, they just ain't right. Most of this **** applies to BB too, but alas I'm too lazy to take my time spittin truth about his whines, in which he lies, straight out his tooth... just one, cause he thinks it's fun to rot his teeth, apparently his man-beetch thinks it's sweet when he's down, no longer on his feet, suckin down that **** that comes when the clown's heart beats fast and makes his crotch way more happy than your *** when he's hittin it fast from the back, ain't it a blast? I think it's just nasty, kinda like your mom, she's hairy, is her name Tom cause as soon as I saw that her palm had fuzz, I was out the door like any fool does when he sees more fuzz on the girl than he got on his face. It's kinda like your face, a disgrace to the lyrical bass, your rhymes must be written in haste cause they just like paste, too solid, not viscous, damn, is there a witness to your crimes of rhyme thickness? Your ***** must be titless cause your rhymes make me laugh ****less, and the only other thing I can think of that's that funny would be a titless broad, especially one you call "honey."

[BB Turbo]

Quote »Anyway, Henry, now I'm on to you. I ain't got time to beat the poo outta you, I gotta go to work, and be Captain Kirk of the pool. I'm not gonna say much, that'd just make you drool, and keyboards don't take to a slobbery lake. Anyway, your rhymes are only half baked, and I'm tired, so I'ma play my guitar before I retire to my car for a 1 mile (ain't that far?) drive to tha pool. I'll make ya drool lata, so you betta watch it fool/hata.[/quote]

and then ya couldn't wait...

Quote »Bah! BB beatin me? BS, especially while I'm on the phone with Z and Lau-Lee, he be gettin her b-u-t-t, cause it's finer than that hen Henry call a she. Speakin a butts, bet her's is like a mutt's... all hairy and stuff. Now I'm a spit straight to you, ya nut, get off them blunts, they just ****in you up, and yup, I just called your girl a pup. So next time, when you eatin sup, remember this rhyme, and hope you don't barf out your nuts.[/quote]

Time to mess ya up know with some rhymes that make sense. Damn you tryin to bust these lame *** crimes with so much confidence.Anyways...

Winston...lets start where I left off shall we?

"y'all be the one to pull tha gun but not the trigga"

just like I figured you a punk a.ss nigga!put you in a morgue there ya go dead and stinkinmessin with BB Turbo what tha hell were ya thinkin?Here we go now on tha down low I'm stealin ya "show"Niggas say how? Ladies say ho! Somebody get tha burnaCuz Im about tah blow!

Here we go now, Winsie tries tah come in tha game a present a hard imageYou aint neva gettin past tha line of scrimmageCuz I'm on the defense, with a tough sequenceYou lack the knowledge to understand a pretenseSo just for not plannin it right ya got sackedA blitz of rhymes that were brokin down tah stacksSo then we all saw the hyped mic in ya hand as you ceased to control itYou fumbledCouldn't rumble, so I stole itHow did you think you could make first down?If we were boxin again you wouldn't escape the first round.

end.

Quote »Yo sopdadope, hope you friend is okay. No hard feelings. I'm kinda an emotional guy, and you hit some tough subjects, I get real defensive of my friends and my girl. It's all cool.[/quote]

Damn here we go (again) as you begin to make your retreatyou do this cuz you know ya can't handle the heat.My rhymes are so ill they sicken you like the plagueMy s.hit is hot foo, my sh.its the rageSo quit now foo, quit creatin teamsYou always doin this cuz you afraid of gettin reamed.So from here on out there aint gonna be another truceThis is my finishin line, chunkin tha deuce.

[nametakennow]

Why the **** you pokin fun at my gesture of pleasantness? You're just a peasant in this house of effervescent rhymes, bubbling over with the sweetness of chimes, these lines are so fine they'd make a model blush. You're right, I'm not a bad***, but I only answer fake ones with fake runs of rhymes that are tons of fun to write cause they're fulla ****, like your *** when you got nailed by d!ck in the house of underused sticks. Speakin of used, your rhymes are so blind and ordinary that they feel abused like a former whore in a mortuary run by necrophiliacs, sorta like you, cept you're a pedophiliac, and that's pretty nasty, not to mention that you must be a hypochondriac, cause your rhymes are always sick and ill, not in a good way, but still ill like your little girl Jill when you ****ed her up like Bill did to you when they locked you up for stickin your **** in a little girl's locket, though you called it a socket. The only sockets I use are socket wrenches, used to work on my car like I do *****es, smooth and sweet, make em sing to my beats, I shift so fast my accellerator assembly can't keep up, it gets stuck, like your assembly of stupid, your rhymes are like cupid, naked and not pubed. Whatever, your rhymes are so sad they're makin my bad, go back to your caveman, or is he already up your ***?

[dr!ft]

**drumroll**

You silly fellows, you're rhymes taste like marshmallows.All sticky, and icky, and poofy.Lacking any substance, resting on the chance,That some ugly whore will get up and dance.

So I guess I'll bet, one million dollarsBut not just yet, wait till I get a trillion holla's.From the hoe's in the back,With pineapple's in thar cracks.Cut seedless watermelon with a battle axe,And feed it to the children.They starve for some chicken.So they don't start itchin'Like the just got rickets.When you speed you get tickets.Play croquet with some wickets.Here's some poo, why don't you lick it?

It's just the same, as kisssin' yo momma goodnight.When the time is right,She turn's off the light,By clapping twice,But get's blown up instead.

It seems she forgot to set,The Clapper resting by her bed.It was set for self-destruction.When all she wanted was twice percussion,To paint the room black.Let the lady have some hushing,So she can rest her head.And dream of me,Rubba Duck-E.

[nametakennow]

Psssh, what's your deal? This cracka's got skillz like my hoes got telephone bills, I got at least 5 trills on my telephone from them alone, kills the home tone cause my parents don't want the flow, but they don't want me all alone and fat so they gotta deal with that or I won't be phat and the ladies won't come back for anotha round a that. What you gonna say back? Probably more crap cause your skills are wack like you deal with your lack of mack, one hand on your "Captain Wacky" so I must deal another "smacky" to your face cause it's funny as debaters on a forum tossin hate like gay guys do decorum. Time for you to get some real lines, and maybe then I'll spend a decent amount of time destroyin your whines like the FBI do to a bad crime.

[dr!ft]

The reason I don't got real lines,Is this isn't a real fight.A fact some fail to realize.An internet battle should be fun,But all you guys b.+ch about,Is which hand you use to make you come.Right or left?It doesn't matter. You're deaf.Can't speak for youself.Drooling over some chicks breasts,Like its gold in a treasure chest.Yo *** got charged for theft,When you stole that chicks heart.Her name was Beth.She has sweaty arm-pits.I just had a bowl of Trix,And it was yummy yummy,In my tummy tummy.I'm cryin' for help,But all I hear is yo mummy mummy.Screamin, "HEY WERE THE HELL IS MY CHICKEN?"And I'm like, "I gave it to some children.Then she's like, "Bit** you must be trippin'."And I'm like, "Uhhh... no?"Then she's like, "Did you just say hoe?"And I'm all like, "Ready set go?"Then she's like, "Did you just say bacon?!?"And I'm like, "Uhh, sure..."Then she's all like, "Oh, okay. That's awesome."And then I'm all like, "Cool. Now lets make a little baby brother for NTN..."And she's all like, "Hells yeah..."And I'mm like, "Bend down?"And then she's all, "Didn't you just say hoe?"And I say, "Joe blow, although?"And then she's like, "Okay, I'll call you Moe."And I'm like, "Uh, no. My name's David."And she's all, "Not in my pants you ain't..."

And then we make sweet passionate love...

[dr!ft]

And then she's all like, "You're good in bed David..."

(edit) And then I say, "Duh."

:oface

[BB Turbo]

Foo! This thread is about droppin off our lyrical intelligenceHalf the sh.it you type aint even relevant. (teh truth;))Let me see if I can dissect a small part your last little verse (Just so you, know everytime I'm done with my lines, I hope you come back good but instead you do your worse)I'm gonna see if I can get through this sh.it without a single curse.First things first, who in the fu.ck is Jill and Bill and this so called locket?Was that some random little line ya pulled out ya *** or your pocket?Damn son, you used the word "socket" three seperate times.Whats a matter boy? You can't find another word that rhymes?AnywaysYour 16 years old, so just like your rhymes your clutch is slippinYou keep tryin to shift your flow but you just end up missin.This lil battle between us aint ever gonna stop,Your sh.it is weird and always over the top (lol)So let me see how good you really are at rhyminSo I can come back and bust it up like your lil girls hymen:D

[nametakennow]

To dr!ft:

What the hell? That was straight up Outkast, clever, but it doesn't last in a rhyme battle against the last of the best, so why would you expect it to go against the best of the best? Your girl got a hairy chest! At first this was a test, to see if you could keep up with the rest, but your rhymes... they were good... but they've fallen down, and lest you bring em back up soon, I won't respond to you, you're like a baboon, funny as hell, but you ain't smooth, you just smell. Can't you tell? Your rhymes ain't swell, so go back down in your well before you make me go runnin for my belle, cause she's the only thing that'll tell a story worth a sell.

[nametakennow]

What's this? BB wants to continue to try to dis? Remember the last time? I don't miss, I straight up piss, all over your *****'s **** cause it hits you deep, like The Leak on MTV, you think that ****'s the real deal B. It ain't nothin but idiots smokin trees, cause we all know it's all about the bees. Remember? I'm Winnie, Tha Poo that is, I move in and take the sweets and straight up break the beats, then I tweak your hoe's tits like the **** they is. You're nothin but giz, all white and sticky, but not-so-light and icky, you're rhymes would be fine if you just had more time, but alas, since victory is mine I'll let you continue to whine and try to find yourself amongst your lines (...or mine?).

[dr!ft]

There's a fact that my rhymes are like crack, bringin' reality back. From the place it recided, hidden within a rusted shack. When I unleash it's fury, ya'll fall victim to anxiety attack. You're mouth is all green form the bacterial plaque. Brush a little, floss a little, have a panic attack. My words flow out through the telephone jack. Into a shiny darkness, a world drenched in ivory black. You be runnin' back, from the streetcar track. Left your girl on a train, her thoughts swell up like a sack. Mistakeing this surrealiality, she put's her emotions on the luggage rack. Open's up her lunch, it's inside a sack. Only reciding inside, is a Big Mac sandwich. No pickles, hold the lettuce. That **** tastes like a yolk sac. You're picture's just a knick-knack, at the bottom of a backpack. Her heart fell outta her chest, landing on a golden carpet tack. So far, my lyrics are clear resembles a data track. Got you standing on your toes, swaying left to right. Right to left. Jump up and down, like a jumpin' jack. I just might as well, be called Rubba Duck-E the Lyrcial Mac Daddy...

[I Need $$$]

This thread is so whack, just a personal attackAgainst the weaker folk, like queers who do cokeNext time you post a rhyme, just take some more timeAnd think about your flows, and how much they really blowIt might not click at first, then your bubble burstsYou realize how its gay, and you better stay awayCause this is not your niche, like fat girls on a beachSo stop all the commotion, and get some magic potion That will make you azz forget, cause this you'll soon regret

[dr!ft]

Kid, you don't need money, what you need is a life.You think you're hot sh_t when you write those rhymes?Better get your a** packing, board an international flight.When you step into the scene, you create a toxic-waste sight.I think your imagination better reignite,Before ya head swells up like a mosquito bite.The ladies look up at you and de-excite.There not here for the trash,They're her for the fight.

[w1ngzer0]

i like potatoes becuase im not irish. If i was irish i would be drunk... uhhhhh im the whitest hispanic you will meet... YO!

[nametakennow]

Blah, blah, blah, that's all I hear, it's painful to my ears... or should I say my eyes, since I have to watch these crimes rather than hear your pathetic cries. It's blinding, like a million tears I'm crying cause all y'all do is suck, there's no point in me takin on the duck cause in the end, it's as pointless as it is to tuck your **** in your pants when you hear my rants, you'll nut all over your pants at the end of my dance with words, prance with verbs, and glance at the words of the clock, time to go to bed, to tick-tock, you betta dread, next time I roll into this thread.

[BuLLeTdrift]

I'm sorry Dri!ft, but i gotta stand up, and put my foot down/the way you be rhymin, dude, is you a clown?/i know we all just havin fun playin around/but ya **** is wack/it either ends in "ite" or "ack"/is that all you know, yo, wuts up wit dat?/meh bad homie, i ain't one ta hate, my style is to congradulate/i felt like rhymin, saw this thread, DAMN, musta been fate/readin a couple of these flows, I noticed they sound iffy/but if you listen to the radio, its like the rap industry/now you got Mr. Meth bein produced by P. Diddy, and 50 Cent sayin "we ain't neva left the City"/LOOK WHO YOU SIGNED WIT!/listen to Power of the Dollar, 50's a ****in HIPOCRIT/back in the day listenin to Guess whos back, yo no lies, i used to get laughed at/"wtf 50cent? umm he sounds kinda gay"/i can't believe i used to stand up for him. funny how things is the opposite way/i'm hopin it goes back to the way it was one day/when people made music cuz they loved it, not for the pay/i ****in HATE Rock-a-Fella, but i love Kanye/the only real nikka on the radio not talkin about money, hoes, *****es and sex/rather thankin god for savin his life da nigth he drove the lex/all the albums that came out this year, his prolly the best/17 year olds makin cds talkin about in da club gettin tipsy/take ya young *** home, you got skool tomorrow, go study/ahhh man this is funny, now i'm clownin/can't wait till september 28th. Y? cuz the new NaS CD is commin!/"last real nigga alive" dats off his last album/Can't NObody **** wit em'. c'mon now, he's God's Son/Plain and simple, he's the best/got some 1 better, i'm ready to step up to the test/go ahead, chellenge me on who you think is better/garunteed, i'll be the winner/but rite now i'm hella tired, i think i'm finished, yup i'm dun/to every 1 that loves hip hop, peace out, ONE!

[jdmfreak]

Damn! I go to bed early and ya'll a bunch more rhymes. I aint gonna battle right now since I just woke up and it'll make no sense, but I have one thing that applies to all of you. QUIT with all the gay jokes. That **** is kinda gettin played out.

And BuLLeTdrift what's your beef wit G-Unit and the Roc? I agree with you on the Kanye thing, but I think the Jadakiss CD is either just as good or comes in a close second.

[hybrid theory]

Yo Im feelin these lyrics some of ya'll are spittin-its like your takin ur computer and your keyboard ur rippin- knowing its all good just havin good times-I just hope ya'll aint no biters and try to steel these rhymes- -one-

[nametakennow]

Hey y'all, I'm back, after a day, kinda wack. Anyway, I'm not feelin the flow at the moment so I'ma play my guitar til later, then I'll come back, and probably not a hater cause I'm happy as Ralph Nader would be if he got 8% instead of 3.

Yup, that sucked... I'll be back in full swing when I go at y'all again.

[BuLLeTdrift]

BuLLeTdrift what's your beef wit G-Unit and the Roc? I agree with you on the Kanye thing, but I think the Jadakiss CD is either just as good or comes in a close second.

I used to jock G-Unit so much back in the day. ahh man, i used to think they were the tytest crew out there. but when 50 got signed to aftermath/shady, there whole style changed up. i'm happy that they'er makin money now, but when they switched their style up, DAMN, they pretty much re-invented themselves. they are no where near wut they used to be.

As far as the roc....i just don't like them cuz they jock who ever is hot at the moment. when camron was famous for a couple months, they put his face everywhere, and made sure every1 knew that "THE ROC" had signed him. when Kanye was in that accident and became famous, BAM, here comes damon dash all over his nutts. even though Twista been around for YEARS, now that he's hot, rocafella lets him kick it. oh and me being the biggest NaS fan out there helps me dislike jay-z and the roc a lil bit more..hahah....one!