Freestyle Rap Battle!

[Dask]

Haha Hitokiri I admit you're a funny guy, that put a smile on me like mcdonalds without the e coli.

So now we just have to wait for hwo's retaliation, and all you can do is hope to avoid annihilation

 

[EfFeCt]

Anni-hil-ation? more like con-stip-ation
you wont be hearing anywords, neither seeing terds....

 

[Bolteh2]

and now the perfect finish for this show.. yeah dwag ***** yo!

 

[Synth]

My show is far from-a-finish, my bars are like Popeye exhausted with his last concoction-of-spinach
A prank birthday candle that is next to impossible-to-diminish, while you admire more complex lyrical consistancy
I'll still consist of acidic ignitions, that leak into your lungs at each of drop-of-a-sentence
Chew chainlink fences just as you spot-the-resistance, cloud your thoughts with similies beyond instances of-your-existance
I get beyond your capabilities of rhyme scheme, then I give you a thought-of-commitment
Like Pastor Troy said, "No more play in GA" which gives you plots-of-resentment
Am I reading your mind as I flow, or are you no longer a part of the repented and give Satan his shots-at-commitment?

 

[Bolteh2]

you think you can read my mind but you're far off track
this ****** will pop you before you can say "whack"
i bet you didn't expect that, the roughness of it all
stop acting like an asshat and grow yourself a second ball
my mind is locked not a single one can break in
now go try again so i punch you on the chin

 

[Hitokiri]

Man, you think you're all that cause your rhymes got diction?
You should get back with Magus and write that fan fiction.
Cause your big wordy prose, it's lackin' lyrical friction
I mean you come in here tellin' me bout "acid-ignition?"
Bup that, yo ass should get on back, into the kitchen.

You got some big words, but they just don't make sense.
Now Imma bust you up and I don't leave evi-dence
See, just cause you're confusin'? Doesn't mean you got -depth-
When it comes to rhymes like these? You better watch your -step-

Tai Chi boy, go write a haiku or somethin.
Or you're gonna learn hard from these flows that be jumpin
That they don't call my rappin' ass "Hitokiri" for nothin.

 

[Bolteh2]

i never mentioned acid-ignition, are you smoking crack or is it just your mom that is *****in..
you should re-read everything we said and think about it before you say that
****, my hamster has a bigger intellect than you, it can stand up and say poohoohoo
it ain't much but it's better than you could ever do.
seems like you're as stupid as the ass of jesus' horse
and ****.. that wasn't even a horse, but a donkey ofcourse
i can see you thinking "omg he doesn't rhyme, i want him to die"..
well this is my ass and it wants you to say hi

 

[Hitokiri]

What was that now? I wasn't even talkin' to you.
Unless you wanna come over an' shine my shoe?
Cause my boots get pretty dirty and bloody it's true...
Stompin' all over little poo-stains like Hwo-rang and you.

 

[Synth]

Don't even recognize your own blood, plus you be steppin' in-my-dawgs-poo
To keep proving this, writing this amatuer rhymes is all you-got-to-do
Your lyrical foundation is like a house, without the bolts-nuts-or-screws
People think they can describe the Dirty South, but they don't have-half-a-clue
Is this enough friction, as you fall off your wall and your comrades try to put you-back-with-glue
Oh, I forgot I was spitting at "Hito-Perfect", I bet he uses astro-glide when he jerks his so called talented views

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

Don't even recognize your own blood, plus you be steppin' in-my-dawgs-poo
To keep proving this, writing this amatuer rhymes is all you-got-to-do
Your lyrical foundation is like a house, without the bolts-nuts-or-screws
People think they can describe the Dirty South, but they don't have-half-a-clue
Is this enough friction, as you fall off your wall and your comrades try to put you-back-with-glue
Oh, I forgot I was spitting at "Hito-Perfect", I bet he uses astro-glide when he jerks his so called talented views

Yeh... Da south dispose of fews, go and dump they mothers/
From A-town to Richmond to da city of brothers/ (Philadelphia)
Have half-steppers wrapped in covers, black strings and plastics/
Or just trample over haterz like da Dallas Maveriks/
Throw blows and clash hits, so dont cross da line/
Or ill just might leave you more twisted den my fingers in gang-signs/
Hold clips and tote nines, homie come wit it/
Have yo mamma watchin da news seein ur brainz out yah fitted/
My hands are Iron-Fisted, like my boy hwoarangs/
Have em toss me da rope and watch yall all get hanged!

(not pointed to anyone... just thought i'd jump in)


Ahem... to the Almighty One

"Im a giant, go save yourself/
Might as well call you private ryan, go ask for help/
Yeh... you talkin all dat, dissin all dez rappers/
Well let's see whats gone be missin when i point out dem clappers/ (guns)
Or just straight slap yah, cuz i dont' scream like a rock star/
Messin wit lil Ice, i bet you aint gone leave without a scar/
You wont leave in a car, more like a black box/
Cuz desrespectin Ice will get yah played like an xbox/
So listen to me, it aint hard to believe/
That A_Gir is goin to Zim sayin "Can I Breathe, Can I Breathe"/
Lemme stop, You know i luv you like da ladies/
And if you forget my name, just ask her mamma and watch her scream "ICEY BABY!"/"

 

[Jesus]

well ice man jumped in, the mc better get the decks spinnin'
cos im about to flatten you out like you do with your linnin'
you may have the beats and you may have your rhymes
but here in MK we got out of those times

see, rappin is through, and i dont mean to dis'
but hearing people speak in rhyme, it shouldnt come down to this.
this thread is so whack, but its just like the others
askin how people poop, man, dont ask a brother

i poop like i rap, and i rap like i poop,
it flows from my ass, so im gonna get out of this loop.
you all play your games, and rap all you want
cos im listening to motley crue, so stfu ****!

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

Yeah, you may as well call me a ****/
Its just gone make me roll yah, like i do wit a blunt/
Talkin all dat chit-chat like hitler in ger-ma-ny/
Quick to come out his mouth, and he aint even heard-of-me/
I undastand that you're goin through emotional issues/
From Bein dumped to da gutta, to bein fired from your crew/
Go shoot your self with a Twenty-Two, commit suicide/
Or go watch Nickelodeon, go head, i'll let yah slide/
I'll tell Off-Set not to ride, cuz you aint worth it/
Cuz I was the one who made yah body, ur mom just birthed it/

 

[Hitokiri]

See? You're gettin' better kid; but you're not quite there
You keep rappin' like that and you'll be up in the air
You keep the sentence too long and it just won't flow
Then the audience is yellin' "Where the hell'd the rhymes go?"

See my lyrics are straight and simple; they'z just what they sound
Cause I'm here to battle fool; I'm not here to confound.

And what's that kid? You think I use astro-glide?
Well yeah my rhymin' is slick, I ain't got nothin' to hide.

You'd better -take- my advice, my views, my decree
Hell even Cu-cumba's green ass agrees wit me.
Throwin' up extraneous words and simi-les?
Ridiculous metaphors comin' out like a swarm of bees?

Fixin' to win this duel of duels, but cha can't fix yahself
So I suggest you back up,
or I'll put you back on the shelf.

So you wanna be talkin' Humpty Dumpty now, foo?
Well let me tell you somethin', cause when I'm done with you
All the board's mods, and all the board's admin?
Won't ever put yo' sorry butt back together again.

 

[Dask]

Haha you all gotta keep with the disses, and your egos and your motto
But the most street any of you get is playing grand theft auto

But the worst of all is hwo, with his whining and cryin
You just can't pull it off so you might as well quit tryin
You over stayed your welcome so leave or get the cold shoulder of muttin
'cause you say you're gonna pop off but damn, you ain't got nuttin

And ice, come'on you know you can't bust caps
It's an internet forum, it's straight up strictly raps
so think before you go throwin all these disses 'round
And remember, while we're here, it's still just electric ground

For god sakes gir, what you doin in here
it doesn't make sense, with that rock blastin in your ear
You're just out here wastin my time, minutes by the dime
That music's spoiled your brain, no wonder you can't rhyme

If ya'll keep annoying me, I'll gladly make a bet
I'll become rich, when I find a way to slap people over the net

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

Hold up, u better den me **** dat!/
And you crazy if you thought dis boy wouldnt bust back/
Put suttin in yo wave cap and i aint talkin gel/
I speak hallow, steel, and medal to give you hell/
I see da streets, live with beef, keep a pen & a pad/
fuccin hataz ova, just fo stupid shyt dey said/
Talkin all bad, you gone hit me wit a final flash?/
Bullshyt, ill put suttin between yah eyes and make yah see a final flash!/
Trip and its gone be your ass, but for ice, there's no replacement/
Homie jump stupid, ill make yah see god's hot basement/
Better yet, call me a nazi, i posess murder tactics/
Da shyt dat'll have you scared and locked up in an attic/
Like da girl Anne, you might as well talk to a diary/
Cuz da stuff you spit in yah flows wouldn't inspire me/
Yah need to come wit suttin dat'll retire me, suttin like defeat/
But yah can't because Ice holds more fire den Texas Pete/

 

[Synth]

Anglo-Saxon sophisticated
Repping a 'Catalyst-Faction' that's far from intimidated
You keep whining my sentences are too long
As your constant reactions have demonstrated
My lyrical capabilites metaphorically have me as a chain gun
As you try to burst-fire your imitative acts sadly precipitated
My dictions as you have put it
Have your past flows primitive contracts gradually sans degraded
Entering paths your cerebral glands never anticipated
I keep rhyme scheme while after your three lines you've seemingly met your limititations deprecated
Ahead of the class, it's now apparent how the teacher-student scenario has been indicated
But, I can drop it on a your level, since hip-hop 101 is on schedule
Laughing at Ice Man who seems to get off in giving thoughts miserably and hopefully unintentionally terrible
Often found in the Biggie vs 2pac situation that was impossible and obviously regretable

 

[Hitokiri]

Whinin'? Nah dawg, you just need some advice
Cause I eat your scrubby flows like the Chinese eat rice.
If you're a chain gun? Then son you're firin' blanks.
And you might roll with the grunts but you can't fight the tanks.
I fight "burst-fire" yeah, you got a problem? It's true.
But don't think for one second I can't battle like you.

Lines way too convoluted for comprehension,
Get spat out by Hwoarang, as a means of condescension
But maybe he'd get it, if someone'd only mention
Words like "limititation" don't exist; not in this dimension.
Throwin' out letters like it's some kind of adverb convention
If you was rappin' for me boy, you'd be gettin' your pension.
You think you're above, with your little lyrical act of deception?
Any damn fool knows I'll cut you down, straight up Kenshin.

My rhymes are primitive? Nah, my rhymes is just sane.
You talk about glands when its you with no brain.
I won't tell you again, that your flows are just dead
Since clearly no message can get through your thick-ass head.

But one last piece of advice? And then I'll advise you no more:
It's about time you make like Kobe, and go through the back door.

 

[Synth]

Forget KoME, I'm dropping floaters ambidextriously-like-Lamar-Odom
Obviously, you wouldn't come back at me if you wasn't lyrically-lickin'-my-scrotum
Possibly, you should start writing a will to the undertaker, as I've also already-and-unmistakingly-told-him
I admit, I respect your techniques, at least your not like Ice Man, another wangsta, a-capability-lonesome
We can just put him on the shelf, clear the battlefield, begin creating a power-struggle-spacially-explosive
I'm chain-gunning lethal adverbs if you wanna talk blanks, is your-mind-basically-erosive?

Hmm, I guess it's time to switch-styles, forget stacks I get-piles
Impacts strip more epidermis than poacher's reactions to reptiles
What the hell, I rip-tiles, you cater to steps while I visually conflict-miles
Boa-constrict-isles, middle-finger-flip-trials, my spit fills unlimited-vials
I can take any premature talent, and begin coaching like Scott Skiles
My runner is more clutch than Ben Gordon in the 4 quarter, courtesy Captain Kirk Hinrich
Wondering why an emcee dunce is borderin' a disorder, who they confuse with this tyrant
A disease known as defiance, your rebel scum in the eyes of my imperial alliance

 

[DiebytheSword]

Lets forget for a moment that rap is literal butchery
and participate in your lingual debauchery . . .

Pull up your socks, and let the sin begin;
strap in for the ride as the Green Devil sets in.

I see big words being flung like rocks
and witless lyrics from the Catalyst flock.
Hitokiri schooled your ass son, and you'll pay the price
now that the verdant leviathan has siezed the mic.
You really slipped up, you screwed the pooch.
As mango would call it, -- "You're a gooch".

Just like a monkey you use your tool,
but you don't understand it 'cause your a fool.
Someone forgot to tell you that big word rap is the suck,
because the people that rhyme with it are total shmucks.
But I digress, lets pass the buck
your lack of education left you ****ed.

If you want to prevaricate with big words
If you think you stand a chance running with nerds
You better check your thesaurus, check it twice
Rhyming without reason just aint nice.
Now that I stabbed your back with my verbal knife.
Take a second to bask in my might.

(A cautionary lyric to pass the word,
for those who have no clue, or can't observe
it's all done in fun son, dont' get preturbed
Why would the Cuc aim to hurt.) ;/ :]

 

[Dask]

Nice you came to play, I was gonna help, but it seems you're self reliant
Hell now you know everyone's gonna want a piece of the jolly green giant.