Freestyle Rap Battle!

[DiebytheSword]

Whats this line about a can filled with corn?
That's like saying Ecchi Pr0n doesn't worship his porn.
You might think that enemies for me is the norm.
But the truth is I've left them all torn.

Sundered from life, cleft in twain
they died horribly, died in vain.

I am the Jade Behemoth, this much is true
If a tone of respect is lost I'm coming for you.
So buck up dog, don't be sad
I'm sure Dask getting owned is just a fad.
It'll pass if you just lie low.
Otherwise you will continue to blow.

 

[Synth]

Your rhymes are like Morpheus saying, "There-is-a-spoon"
More hideous than being the grip on the movie-set-of-Cocoon.
While my flow is filled with more boils, than the main arch-nemesis-in-Dune
I drop a couple punchlines to a Wu-Tang-Clan-tune
Since it's lunch time and everyone wants shredded cucumbers in their salad before-they-consume

 

[DiebytheSword]

My e-cucumber is too big, I'm afraid you'll choke
I'll make you dissapear just like the island of Roanoke.
Toppling the Green Machine isn't for ordinary folk.
Even if you laugh now, and call me a joke.

Acting like a lyrical lifeguard, "Get out da pool"
blah blah blah, sounds like the braying of a mule.
And what's this crap about being the best?
Last time I checked Hwoarang ranked two higher than "guest"
You do best to remember, remember and fear
I am almighty and I am god here.

 

[Dask]

Hah, you think you can run this show like there's no emancipation
Your e-cucumber is only big, solely out of compensation
If you wanna keep tryin', then go on, be my guest
but a friendly warning, you're no where even close to best
give it another go, it'll start to come naturally, from you're root
if things start to get iffy, I'll bring in optiprime the ups bigfoot
we laugh this off in irc, the place we all "live in"
because it's all fun and games, but I'm sure that's a given.

 

[Optimus Prime]

Analyze the strength of my game it's insane
Put you six feet under with the force of a bullet train
Hwo the mighty whitey claiming to have rhythm
Listening to you speak is as fun as an aneurysm
Don't be sweatin little one, like Mary quite contrary
Seems like this year Santa brought you a rhyming dictionary

Dask flows like Hoover dam just sprung a leak
He’s only 14 and he’s nowhere near his peak
He shoots down ballas like the red baron in the sky
Leave you mangled dawg like a shotgun in your eye
Before you step to him, you better check your credentials
Cause when he’s done wit you, they’ll have to check your dentals

Big boys wanna step up to a big mans world
Don’t play with fire or you’re gonna get burned
I rap so strong your head fills with confusion
Now I bet you wish you was just facin an illusion

(Wow, I'm white =D)

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

See Hwoarang, I can do huge syllabuls such as you do/
Esoteric words of fallacious statements, something like voodoo/
Im frenetic on the streets, causing catalyst actions, I recon/
Forbearance in the battle, you couldn't last a second/
Fucc it, you couldn't touch me, even in Tekken/
See... Im grandiose in rappin, I can take your style/
But instead I choose to be Snoop, and make the girls go wild/
My nizzle its Foshizzle, Im smackin Hwo like a bizzle, Have him step and get ripped by the Vancouver Grizzles/
I'm the shizzle my nizzle, ballin on tricycles/ And let da bullets eat yah like a pair of popcycles/
Yeh... Talkin all hard, wit big words, no-one is gettin fired up/
All you did was have Ice ready to get yah mouth wired up!/
And I'm all tired up, Hwo bow and kiss my shoe/
Don't throw rocks at the throne, Just come and join my crew/
Now... I won't even commin at you, but you had to open your mouth.
Don't make me come to the A and show you what it really means to be the south.
I'm like cheese to a mouse, I'm wanted in the game,
Releasin one in your brain, runnin into your house/
Its takes just one to be tamed, but im buckin two in yo spouse/
Take my sperm from yo mommys remains, and put my gun in her mouth/
Come on mami, have it all in yo facial, show papi what you really about/


See... I won't even serious about diss one cuz you used to be my lil homie and its F:C Riders on da ESF Boards for life. Friends or no-friends you feel me?

 

[Grampz]

uhh...i read that these4 are suppose to be small 2 bars...bu it might be me...

oh and uhh for a rap...uh uh..

-"Ice man dont talk about gir like YOU get laid...his rap skills' like orange juice it's "minute maid"-

just so i could post

 

[Hitokiri]

Heh, this is too much boys, I think he's learned his lesson.
He'll be thinkin' twice now 'fore he comes back here steppin'.
Now let's get this on track fools, enough with the messin'
Cause this is a rumble dawgs; not a "gangbang Hwo" session.

 

[Bolteh2]

**** ****** **** ****** this is what it is ******
if you don't like my **** ****** then you can suck my ****ing **** ******
this **** is the bomb ****** i can swear and say ****** ****** ****** ******
all these starts actually mean something, just try to figure it out while i'mm pulling the trigger

 

[Jesus]

thought id borrow this from someone.


End of passion play, crumbling away
I’m your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction

Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you

Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I’ll hear you scream

o/

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

/me signs Bolteh a record deal contract...

uhh...i read that these4 are suppose to be small 2 bars...bu it might be me...

oh and uhh for a rap...uh uh..

-"Ice man dont talk about gir like YOU get laid...his rap skills' like orange juice it's "minute maid"-

just so i could pos

And to think he thought of that all by himself

Hm... dang... uh... a punchline... oh no i ran out!

can it be? have i fallen? /
hold up, lemme get the phone, i think ur mama's callin/
"Hello, Yeah i know you like the way I be ballin,
Chillin wit da Off Set Ballaz/
Come through 3rd ward and get flipped for a few dollaz/
Get in da back seat of dat ninty-nine Impala/
And when I'm done, get out, aint no need for me to halla!/"
Now lemme get back to who? Oh Yeah KrazyAce/
Aye homie I'm dangerous like a spade, call me a Crazy Ace/
Now Mods told me to keep the guns and threats out this place/
But compared to me as an animator, you're a disgrace/
Damn, And dat suttin, my flows soundin ameture?/
Nah lil dawg im just gettin tired of the pleasure/
But Hwo, dat |-|03 made me step my game up/
Lemme stop ridin on this boy, he already wish he never came up/



-_-

 

[Hitokiri]

Lil Icey? Man, where'd you pick up that name?
(Sorry brah, but you're a target, so I'll jump on the train)
Were Bow Wow, and Romeo, real thugs that got game?
You may be from the South kid, but these rhymes is just lame.
Takin' style from Snoop? That's like takin' fire from rain.
It ain't hard to rap that; all the words end the same!!!

I know you think you're all that, "VA Landlordz", big thugs
But your album debuts in the Mickey Mouse Club
After that you're good as gold, take this run on for starters:
The Boys and Girls Club; spit some rhymes with Aaron Carter

And I know you got connections; E-Squad, all a' that
But don't think you got lyrics just 'cause you can whip out a gat.
If you wanna play homey, I'll lay you out flat
Cause my rhymes will hit hard, like your head to a bat.

See, I don't need to talk street to bust flows with the beat
Just because I ain't "thug" don't mean my rhymes can't be sweet
I mean look at you man, how bout you save us the drama?
"I'mma shoot yo ass up and jizz all ova yo momma!"
This is a forum bro and you're talkin' trash like a llama
Flaunt your skills if you want, but don't go all Geoffrey Dahmer

I'm interested dawg, intrigued to see the result
So if your "gangsta" ass can live through this here verbal assault
Then maybe you'll be able to run with the colts?
And rap the rap instead of just throwin' insults.

 

[Dask]

(It's about time to light this place on fiiiiiiiiire. So without further ado, the collaboration of the century, comin straight at ya.)

Ok,so here's how it's gonna go, me and opeh are gonna do 'dis like bhuddists
Cut you down to size, we gon hit you with this new ****
We're gonna hit you up, we're gonna do this thing, allow us to demonstrate
Our path leaves more death than a tsunami could ever generate
Now we know yall are gonna try to respond, reply with your flow
You should study for centuries, befo you step to dis show

You pretend to be a g, but you're rhymes scream straight up malibu
Man, I’ve taken ****s that could spit better than your crew
So you can try and step up, but it's gonna take it's toll
And when you get yourself into trouble we'll say "DO A BARREL ROLL"
For god sakes ice, stealing snoops style, who you think you be yo?
What’s next on your agenda, stealin material from Misses Cleo?

Hitokiri yo, how you gonna sit there, and pretend to rap
Your broken record lyrics are givin’ me the clap.
Go ahead and run, cause you'll only die tired.
We're the boss, we'll pull a Trump and Hito "you're fired"

We never go into battle without our body armour,
We'll end your life faster than a suicide bomber.
This rap is on the house, but not the second or the thrice.
This anticipations hotter than the coming of the christ
So stop runnin your mouth like a loaded tommy gun
We're jesus, and buddha, and allah wrapped in one.

Who are you supposed to be? Looks to me like the jolly green giant
It's the end of diplomacy, and we're the return of the tyrant
Cucumba standin tall, with your legendary ban-saber
But this time you're the emperor, and we're the mighty darth vader

bolteh, so rediculous, he's probably rappin with a halter
but I love your raps so much that you should meet me at the alter
Though I can't understand half of what you're saying yo
You're speaking so much jibberish it might as well be gmo

Gir the british rocker, thinks he's tryin to be funny
Your rhymes' about as intelligent as a conversation with humpie
man you've been playing and eatin, ever since your birth
but mostly the eating, might as well call you almighty_girth

Remember these names forever, we need no introduction
We're hotter than Hussein and his weapons of mass destruction
We know you'll be like bush, and try to attack us back
'cause we pulled one over yall heads, like the world trade center attack
so go ahead and try, w/e floats your boat
Just remember opti + dask > you
and that's all she wrote

 

[Bolteh2]

watch your language young man
i can put your sorry ass right in this empty pepsi can
so stop this so called rapping of yours
it's worse than a stupid cs port to source
now go away or i shall flex my muscles in your general direction
on the other hand, i might not do that, i bet you'd get an erection
yeah i know you like the males, even the huge ones with ****s like whales
oh yeah, i forgot, you're fourteen.. i shouldn't be talking to you about this
but heh, who cares, i'll just leave it up to the next one to take a piss






on you..

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

To Hiti

I understand that this is a freestyle, no need for me to go wild/
No need for me to smoke yah like a Black N' Mild/
No need for me to chop yah like an axe with logs/
No need for your boys to scream like wayne goin "I MISS MY DAWGS"/
Aint no need for me to feed da clip, wit dem hallow tips/
Cuz I got luv fo you homie, Ion wanna bruise your lips/
Ion wanna flip dawg, cuz you screamin "Spray-Us"/
And if you know E-Squad, You know they badder than San-Andreas/
Yeh...
But, I take that joke bout the Mickey Mouse Show/
But it's better den spittin rhymes for the Telletubbies yah know?/
And Yeah you was in Jersy now you in VA, so whats on your mind?/
You know you can't really speak when you behind enemy lines/
You know you can't say what you want, Church Hill will split yah spine/
You know you can't diss Third Ward, or we'll mark your signs/
You know you can't come cross the Colonial Pines,/
or we'll have you loose your arm and charge you with a "lost and found" fine/

Now Listen up, they dont call me ice for nuttin/
You got a ounce to a pound, call and we can trade suttin/
Till then, dont confront, stay on high alert/
And bring yah backup, don't be afraid to call Ernie and Bert/



[to dask and O.P.]

Ok... its on

Lemme tell you now boy you better watch what you think/
Tell me what blood you ever seen don't shed red but shows pink?/
Talkin all dat squad shyt and you aint toatin no triggas/
And im Dissin yo' ass right in front of yo' n****az/
I'll have Halin Park Murder Yah/
Lay you in a carryah/
You on a ESF Board dawg, Gimme one reason to be scared of yah/
What, You gone knock on my door with the Z-Force or somethin?/
Or duplicate some robots and make my house scourche or somethin?/
Get real boys and respect the Don/
Or I'll reinact 1945 and drop an atomic bomb/
And don't cry to mom, I even got her to back me/
Because Ice is more Terrorizing then Osama, Saddam, And the Iraqis/
Oh yeah, O.P. what is you talkin about/
Don't make me call Megatron and the squad to take you out/
You aint ready for bouts, you aint fully equipped/
So don't come unless you want your legs seperated from your hips/
Dump your body from the ships, leave a scavenger hunt for the cops/
Cuz dask and o.p. is like Q-Tip, Yall breathe then stop!/

 

[Synth]

Cucumba really wants to become-a-vegetable, yet your hardly edible
You'll argue your not a fruit, that's something your never considering credible
I don't wanna know how you got your position, a synonymical noun's definition is resoundingly legible
I figure I'd give OptiPrime another aneurysm, while I prove Cucumba's retorts are accountably hypo-critical
Oh and who is this VA BlandLord bringing flows in my crosshairs, undoubtedly-pitiful
Lil Spicey, you should just stop rappin', with all these death threats, copying everyone's style is the thing only likely to happen
While Hito and I get it crackalackin', it's best to bet, your respect is the only thing your now indecisively cappin'
Oh no! A bullet just wizzed by my chest, oh wait... it's my imagination
I can be anything I want to be! It's just like what 'Barney the Dinosaur' said about concentration!
I guess your too busy focusing on being 'legit' than bringing anything with common sense mixed in the executable dedication
I bet OptiPrime's brain just overloaded and exploded, it's irrefusable that you get "played-like-stations."
Displayed-like-innovations, flipped-and-f-layed, while-Lil-Spicey's-grip-is-only-existing-in-his-mental-situations
Didn't you realize when 50 Cent said wangsta, you were the prime example of what he was lyrically-hinting-in-his-visualisations?

I'll compact the rhyme scheme, since your only accezz to magazines is turning pages
I'll ennact the rhymes schemes, that has my 'White-T-Crew' earning wages
I'll react with rhyme schemes, that had society's paranoia burning mages
I'll no longer conceal rhyme schemes, that has civilization's proprieties churning ages
But I'll still wonder why I reveal rhyme scheme after rhyme scheme
When everyone mentally, subconcsciouly, and advisably wants to beat me... the greatest

 

[Iyce Da Kidd]

It's a freestyle battle homie, what you can't take a threat?/
Speakin bout an Iron fist, well show me where its at/
Tellin me "watch my set", what you commin wit bats?/
This aint lil league homie, Da Squad is Packin gats!/

While yo house is packin rats, what you come from the gutter?/
And yeah you're a grown man, but still being breast-fed by your mother?/
Still gettin beat down by your 10 year old brother?/
Talkin bout monsters, Well I'm like no other/
Lil Ice is commin out your closet homie grab the covers/

I'm speakin standard english, what you tryin to entice a Proffessor?/
Please, I got a better chance singin with Micheal the Molestor/

And tell A-Town wassup, You know they can't step foot to Icey/
Cuz Yah boy is toatin heat, might as well call me "Spicey"/
So go round up your boys and watch em float up and down the sea/
Tell em back up or I'll change the color of the "white tee's"/

I'll leave you like the little dog blue have you searchin for clues/
While I run up in your residence and dispose of the white-tee crews/
Takin a name about something that origininated through he VA Schools/
White-Tee was for style, not no bytch-made fools!/

 

[Hitokiri]

Haha, not bad Ice; I'll let that that one fly.
Cause right now I got me a couple lil fishies to fry.

Well, well, well...

Check out these two clowns, eh? Thinkin' they all pimp.
Think you can make that attack, without comin' out gimps?
This battle's for real kids; we'll eat you like shrimp.
You've got two heads together, but you're no smarter than chimps.

And tch, I even see you fools got nothin on me
Actin' like you're the voice of God on .MP3
Please-- you two can rap about as far as you pee
Rememer: when after the Hito, ya need to tread carefully.

And hey ladies, pretty clever; usin' my sig?
And those hollow ass lines to make your rhymes look all big?
Heh. See when all's said and done? It ain't a hard thing to fig'.
I own ya'll fools as bad as Trump needs a wig.

'Cause if it takes the both of you,
to pull out shatty rhymes like that?
I've got a good job for two:
Tokyo TV: Channel Scat.

'Cause you both flow like turds, and together it's double.
You couldn't scoop up those lyrics if you fools had a shovel.
Now I think I'll step back, straighten my tie, shave my stubble
Cause when the Behemoth comes back boys, there's gonna be trouble.

 

[True-Warrior15]

I'm spitten it first, I'm rippin the worst\
rhymin like these weak ones and yall still gettin murked\
Leave yall like chuckies son, lookin for the ******, i wonder which one\
I'm full of talent, yall the dumb one for making this challenge\
These rhymes are far from my best, when ya done readin i'll make you feel softer than breasts\



If yall want to hear somethin way better just tell me, because i could dis all but its for fun, so who cares who i diss

 

[Optimus Prime]

Icey's feelin threatened, yall better start takin bets
His rhymes ain't nothin but a 20 line death threat.
Talkin about me and dask rappin on ESF forums thinkin we god's gift
Wait, you're on the same boards, you motha ****in hypocrite.

Your idle threats do nothin, they don't even please the masses
Bet you couldn't shoot a barn without your thick ass glasses
As if anyone believes the **** you spittin is true
Dask wearin Fubu is more gangsta than you,

Tossin round mama jokes in a freestyle like you're so cool,
Please son, take your punk ass back to grade school,
Idle threats don't phase me, they don't even graze me,
Transformers references, please, what are you a baby?

If you're an OG, then I'm the messiah,
Takin down names like I'm the original pariah
At least when I spit, I go out with a bit of class
Come on Ice, don't make me go all global warming on your ass,

You're comin out the closet so I better grab the covers?
More like grab my ass hole and pray you forgot the rubbers,
Duets with child molestors is how you get your kicks?
Who am I to judge, if you guys play swords with your ****s.

If you're done playin games, lets turn up the heat,
But you'll end up like the rest, another puddle in the street