Rap Battle Submissions

[Murdoc]

@Dash:

> Why these punks tryna rap nice, get 'mad' you 'g**ay**' qu**eer**/
> I shake fear into pus**sies** like **ICT**…this A BATTLE not Shakespeare/
> Beat his bit**ching** with a bat, have him twitching from the rap/
> This sh**it** for men, ya ba**lls** must be missing from its sack/
> Go back to writing poetry about flowers and birds/
> Cause I get grimey especially to cowards and herbs/
> Never cower my words…so no care when I rip you/
> I'm here to dismiss you cause your just a square like a pixel/
> And I'm running circles around you, 360...so why try/
> I'm a wild guy who'll club you, above you a mile high/
> My style fly, my rhymes live...how live? take everyone in here and times FIVE!/

your rhymes are lame like mother hubbard
the lights are on but theres nothing in the cupboard
whered you learn how to rap boy?
from listening to Ruben Studdard?
im droppin bombs on your head and you got no cover
im not a hater im a lover
but i can rap better than all you mother fuc**kers**
you talk about balls but i bet youre missing one
you make the ladies laugh with the size of your gun
bang, bang nothin but blanks
while im comin at you like a military tank
go back to nursery school those rhymes are for babies
if you think you got good sh**it**, man you must be crazy
i sit in my room blazin til its hazy
then i pump out rhymes like im drivin miss daisy
but your rhymes are just lazy
me, im like Patrick Swayze
all the ladies want me, they like what they see
they try to get in my pants for my #9 dream
you got a wife on second life to get a sense of self-esteem
i bet on your spare time youre a drag queen
its obscene, to act like you can rap when you cant
while im layin em down like the cheshire cat
im obsessive, oppressive and i couldnt give a damn
pig that'll do, ill eat you up like ham
yea i like to curse, just like Yosemite Sam
sh**it**, fu**ck**, shut up bi**tch**
i am the fuc**king** man
i spent 15 years in a jungle in japan
so i could karate kick your a**ss**
spread you on my toast like jam
let me give you some advice
if you can even understand
learn how to rap cause all i hear is flim flam

[Bernard]

Ha this is funny
Just reading these rhymes
My mind might blow up just from seeing these throw ups
These raps are sick and insane, sick so much i bought my self a walking cane.
Good luck all on this turf we call The Ryhming Game

Comments:
Really good luck to all. You guys have some seriously good ryhmes

[00GuthixLord]

I don't know how to rap, so i'll just sit and clap.
I can't rhyme but i just wasted your time!

*Ha Fools Its On Now!*

[Dash]

@ICT:

> -snip-

@Murdoc:

> -snip-

Call this guy the ground the way I'm walkin all over him/
Your [Cruella de Vil](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruella_de_Vil)? well bit**ch** I'm no Dalmation more like a Doberman/
Ain't nobody colder than and ain't nobody hotter cause my flow is like a solar wind/
So you know I'm goin in, come inside my lane you strike out like a bowling pin/
My dinga-ling small? lol that's such a joke, to find yours you'd need a strong fu **ckin** telescope/
Keep talkin, I'll take ya mom and s**ex** her throat, beat the pu**ssy** up like a Tom &
Jerry episode/
And Murdoc…off with ya head, drop him in a coffin when I spark with the lead/
I Scoff at what I read, try a little harder cause ya rhymes are softer than [Ted](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_(film))/
Thinking ya raps is sharp? nope it don't shred, zone red, your so dead/
I'm so crazy I'm liable to rip ya limbs off and beat ya a**ss** with ya own leg/
Tell authorities you split ya own head, LOL as I'm walking away/
All the ladies want you? man you don't get bit**ches**, all that talking is g**ay**/
Who you tryna fool, dr**ag**, I got this 'thread' wrapped around my fingers like a
'spool', f**ag**/
Been writing rhymes since crayons in my school bag, blow both these bit**ch**es up…call
that isht 2 frags/
The nerve of this nerd flock, **Murdoc** fuk dudes so much we need to start calling him turd
c**ock**/
You getting served, stop…why don't you and **ICT** go frolic around in a swirl frock/
Leave rap alone, cause ya'll concepts is wack spitting that nonsense/
Ripping ya contents you wish you could unsend, scared shaking, fingers and palms tense/
Ain't no being calm today, your mom will pray and priest will have a psalm to say/
For this bomb I lay, have the rats nom away…'killing this kid' like he '[JonBenet](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/JonBen%C3%A9t_Ramsey)'/

[Murdoc]

@Dash:

> Call this guy the ground the way I'm walkin all over him/
> Your [Cruella de Vil](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruella_de_Vil)? well bit**ch** I'm no Dalmation more like a Doberman/
> Ain't nobody colder than and ain't nobody hotter cause my flow is like a solar wind/
> So you know I'm goin in, come inside my lane you strike out like a bowling pin/
> My dinga-ling small? lol that's such a joke, to find yours you'd need a strong fu **ckin** telescope/
> Keep talkin, I'll take ya mom and s**ex** her throat, beat the pu**ssy** up like a Tom &
> Jerry episode/
> And Murdoc…off with ya head, drop him in a coffin when I spark with the lead/
> I Scoff at what I read, try a little harder cause ya rhymes are softer than [Ted](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_(film))/
> Thinking ya raps is sharp? nope it don't shred, zone red, your so dead/
> I'm so crazy I'm liable to rip ya limbs off and beat ya a**ss** with ya own leg/
> Tell authorities you split ya own head, LOL as I'm walking away/
> All the ladies want you? man you don't get bit**ches**, all that talking is g**ay**/
> Who you tryna fool, dr**ag**, I got this 'thread' wrapped around my fingers like a
> 'spool', f**ag**/
> Been writing rhymes since crayons in my school bag, blow both these bit**ch**es up…call
> that isht 2 frags/
> The nerve of this nerd flock, **Murdoc** fuk dudes so much we need to start calling him turd
> c**ock**/
> You getting served, stop…why don't you and **ICT** go frolic around in a swirl frock/
> Leave rap alone, cause ya'll concepts is wack spitting that nonsense/
> Ripping ya contents you wish you could unsend, scared shaking, fingers and palms tense/
> Ain't no being calm today, your mom will pray and priest will have a psalm to say/
> For this bomb I lay, have the rats nom away…'killing this kid' like he '[JonBenet](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/JonBen%C3%A9t_Ramsey)'/

yakity yak
the boy can talk back
soundin so big but carryin lame raps
i got a load in my nap sack
im smokin, while your chokin
on my ass crack
im a light photon
youre just a moron
c'mon you can do better
lets get this show on
im cuttin ya through like a knife in warm butter
the only one who thinks youre hip you is your mother
if you could rap i might call you a brother
youre like glue, and im the rubber
sucker
i think you have a fake di**ck**
and all i can hear is blippity blip blip
my lyrical rhythym, and rap schisms
are fizzin like soda pop, and youre submittin
tryin to get a comeback
you need a smack to get you back your senses
youre frolicking in daisies while im buildin fences
so your rhymes just fall dead
youve got a dead head
you need to be lyrically bled, before you can rap kid
next time try harder
ha, you still wont succeed
cause im mowin you down like youre a lawn weed

[DarkOne5890]

Not Mine it is property of Marsh     Full Credits go to Marsh Don't get pissed off marsh ;) it is yours
don't call your mother - don't call your priest
don't call your doctor - call the police
you bring the razor blade - I'll bring the speed
Take off your coat - it's gonna be a long night

[Dash]

@Murdoc:

> -snip-

Really son? is that the best you got…well fuk now your really done/
Silly bum, your mum shoulda swallowed you cause now you tryna blend in like a chameleon/
Probably a fat fuk, with no friends who get no skins that annoys so much there's no end/
With weak rhymes all 1's and no 10's, who's flows bend like his knees everytime he blow
men/
I go in, my patience it grows thin and you just botching ya drops/
You not a winner, you always getting a L like 3 o Clock on a watch/
Ya flopping get out, only time you come hard is with a co**ck** in ya mouth/
Sesame street rhymes, fukin trash (w)rappers got me feeling like Oscar the grouch/
Somebody need to start smacking this lame, for putting rapping to shame/
Have him wearing a mask like his Av after I punch his fukin nose to the back of his brain/
Leave him blue, black and deranged…strapped in some chains on the track of some trains/
I'm packing some flames, disintegrating, subtracting ya frame till not a bone or matter remains/
Or I might leave you cold and cripple, watching as I hold your mom and poke her middle/
So committal then unfold a giggle...call me Death since I smacked him and stole his sickle/  :cheesy:

[00GuthixLord]

Well, this has been fun but i think i'll run
I have better things to do than read line after line
Most call it rap but i call it crap
This is fun cause i just won.

*end*

[Dash]

MAaan fuk off if you don't like to rap bi**tch**/
Only thing you won is a as**s** whooping for that wack sh**it**/
Fact is, practice wouldn't help because you lack wit to even match this/
Now I'm tasked with, finishing you off with a hatchet/
With ya girl I'ma have the last kiss/
Then get savage, fukin on your casket/
No remorse for this lame, send him to his Lord/
My fist befriending with his jaws that'll end it when he's floored/