Post: NGU Rap Battle Thread
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10-13-2011, 06:34 AM
#1
Blackstorm
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
C'mon we all know at one point in our lives we've tried rapping. =D
Just quote a member and start battle with them! I'm pretty sure this hasn't been posted but I think this is the greatest f*cking idea ever.
Okay i'll start!
None of you niggas can rap, all you can do is fap. Cut the crap, I spit fire like a dragon, snap! Time to get this thread goin', please restrain the trollin'! Keep yo' rhymes clean and keep this thread rollin'.
=D
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10-29-2011, 02:47 AM
#192
TheBryant
Space Ninja
Originally posted by PIMP
Your more lost than a blind man (No watch dog)
I ain't kind is this game son
This is a game of mind chess im 6 moves ahead
so get your head straight , you can't rap for shit
my rhymes hit hard , one solid knockout
Or worst ill put you in a sleeper , a straight tapout
Talking about a knockout? Your shit real soft
Scratch that, I'm knocked out, your rhymes made me snooze off
You got me, catching Z's
Try catching, up with me
Boy I'm hot like DR, cold like NYC
I'm back, as you can see
I'm never gonna leave
Don't forget my name boy, it's Steady-B!
10-29-2011, 02:52 AM
#193
Pimp
Rustler Of Jimmies
Originally posted by TheBryant
Talking about a knockout? Your shit real soft
Scratch that, I'm knocked out, your rhymes made me snooze off
You got me, catching Z's
Try catching, up with me
Boy I'm hot like DR, cold like NYC
I'm back, as you can see
I'm never gonna leave
Don't forget my name boy, it's Steady-B!
Scratch that, I'm knocked out, your rhymes made me snooze off
You got me, catching Z's
Try catching, up with me
Boy I'm hot like DR, cold like NYC
I'm back, as you can see
I'm never gonna leave
Don't forget my name boy, it's Steady-B!
Son i get more kills than a nuke
Your rhymes make me puke
a goodie two-shoes never committed a crime
hoes look at you, and start cracking up
your lacking any form of swag
your a ****ing fag
quit sucking kid , you will never be on my level im higher then heaven
10-29-2011, 03:08 AM
#194
TheBryant
Space Ninja
Originally posted by PIMP
Son i get more kills than a nuke
Your rhymes make me puke
a goodie two-shoes never committed a crime
hoes look at you, and start cracking up
your lacking any form of swag
your a ****ing fag
quit sucking kid , you will never be on my level im higher then heaven
Your rhymes make me puke
a goodie two-shoes never committed a crime
hoes look at you, and start cracking up
your lacking any form of swag
your a ****ing fag
quit sucking kid , you will never be on my level im higher then heaven
My rhymes got you looking anorexic, cuz I'm just that sick
And of course cuz I got you gagging on my dick
I ain't ever do crime but I straight murder your shit
You contaminating rap, only crime you commit
And talking 'bout commit, you should commit to school
Stop reading Souja Boy's "Teach Me How To Be Cool"
I spit fire for days, your lame ass can barely drool
You going balls out, to me this is like a YuGiOh Duel
10-29-2011, 10:37 PM
#195
Pimp
Rustler Of Jimmies
Originally posted by TheBryant
My rhymes got you looking anorexic, cuz I'm just that sick
And of course cuz I got you gagging on my dick
I ain't ever do crime but I straight murder your shit
You contaminating rap, only crime you commit
And talking 'bout commit, you should commit to school
Stop reading Souja Boy's "Teach Me How To Be Cool"
I spit fire for days, your lame ass can barely drool
You going balls out, to me this is like a YuGiOh Duel
And of course cuz I got you gagging on my dick
I ain't ever do crime but I straight murder your shit
You contaminating rap, only crime you commit
And talking 'bout commit, you should commit to school
Stop reading Souja Boy's "Teach Me How To Be Cool"
I spit fire for days, your lame ass can barely drool
You going balls out, to me this is like a YuGiOh Duel
Son quit acting like eminem , your a sour skittle
with your little dick , the only hoe you got is your mom
she was your date to the prom
my rhymes will devour you and spit you out bruised and broken
son your rhymes are shit , they make me more sleepy then nyquil
I hit hard son , im the mike tyson of this shit i don't follow rules
You ran out of cards , so fold son .
10-30-2011, 02:41 AM
#196
Doggy3
Bounty hunter
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---------- Post added at 10:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:33 PM ----------
you show up the wrong place the wrong time
start sprayin the wrong rimes, I’m dropin lines now so site down shut up and listen, to whats written on this peac of paper, look at you wearin the hats, the shoes thinkin your a gangsta, but to me you just a lil wannabe wanksta.
I’m standin here throwin these lyrics at you and I don’t think you understand, I’m the true mother ****in man, so site down shut up and listen, i’ve come up with these lyrics by standin and pissin, wile you at home wishin, wishin you can spit like me, I better not see you takin notes cuz these rymes tehy ain’t for free
I’m on a emcee killin spree with the mic in one hand and some budd in the otha, I’m gonna spit these words right out strait at yah.
Look around everybody ain’t laughing with yah, because just like me thier laughin at yah.
PEACE
---------- Post added at 10:41 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:35 PM ----------
ive been working on this one for some time
as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother ****ing light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont **** wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.
---------- Post added at 10:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:33 PM ----------
Originally posted by PIMP
Son quit acting like eminem , your a sour skittle
with your little dick , the only hoe you got is your mom
she was your date to the prom
my rhymes will devour you and spit you out bruised and broken
son your rhymes are shit , they make me more sleepy then nyquil
I hit hard son , im the mike tyson of this shit i don't follow rules
You ran out of cards , so fold son .
with your little dick , the only hoe you got is your mom
she was your date to the prom
my rhymes will devour you and spit you out bruised and broken
son your rhymes are shit , they make me more sleepy then nyquil
I hit hard son , im the mike tyson of this shit i don't follow rules
You ran out of cards , so fold son .
you show up the wrong place the wrong time
start sprayin the wrong rimes, I’m dropin lines now so site down shut up and listen, to whats written on this peac of paper, look at you wearin the hats, the shoes thinkin your a gangsta, but to me you just a lil wannabe wanksta.
I’m standin here throwin these lyrics at you and I don’t think you understand, I’m the true mother ****in man, so site down shut up and listen, i’ve come up with these lyrics by standin and pissin, wile you at home wishin, wishin you can spit like me, I better not see you takin notes cuz these rymes tehy ain’t for free
I’m on a emcee killin spree with the mic in one hand and some budd in the otha, I’m gonna spit these words right out strait at yah.
Look around everybody ain’t laughing with yah, because just like me thier laughin at yah.
PEACE
---------- Post added at 10:41 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:35 PM ----------
Originally posted by TheBryant
Talking about a knockout? Your shit real soft
Scratch that, I'm knocked out, your rhymes made me snooze off
You got me, catching Z's
Try catching, up with me
Boy I'm hot like DR, cold like NYC
I'm back, as you can see
I'm never gonna leave
Don't forget my name boy, it's Steady-B!
Scratch that, I'm knocked out, your rhymes made me snooze off
You got me, catching Z's
Try catching, up with me
Boy I'm hot like DR, cold like NYC
I'm back, as you can see
I'm never gonna leave
Don't forget my name boy, it's Steady-B!
ive been working on this one for some time
as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother ****ing light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont **** wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.
10-30-2011, 03:59 AM
#197
Pimp
Rustler Of Jimmies
Originally posted by Doggy3
..............................
---------- Post added at 10:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:33 PM ----------
you show up the wrong place the wrong time
start sprayin the wrong rimes, I’m dropin lines now so site down shut up and listen, to whats written on this peac of paper, look at you wearin the hats, the shoes thinkin your a gangsta, but to me you just a lil wannabe wanksta.
I’m standin here throwin these lyrics at you and I don’t think you understand, I’m the true mother ****in man, so site down shut up and listen, i’ve come up with these lyrics by standin and pissin, wile you at home wishin, wishin you can spit like me, I better not see you takin notes cuz these rymes tehy ain’t for free
I’m on a emcee killin spree with the mic in one hand and some budd in the otha, I’m gonna spit these words right out strait at yah.
Look around everybody ain’t laughing with yah, because just like me thier laughin at yah.
PEACE
---------- Post added at 10:41 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:35 PM ----------
ive been working on this one for some time
as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother ****ing light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont **** wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.
---------- Post added at 10:35 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:33 PM ----------
you show up the wrong place the wrong time
start sprayin the wrong rimes, I’m dropin lines now so site down shut up and listen, to whats written on this peac of paper, look at you wearin the hats, the shoes thinkin your a gangsta, but to me you just a lil wannabe wanksta.
I’m standin here throwin these lyrics at you and I don’t think you understand, I’m the true mother ****in man, so site down shut up and listen, i’ve come up with these lyrics by standin and pissin, wile you at home wishin, wishin you can spit like me, I better not see you takin notes cuz these rymes tehy ain’t for free
I’m on a emcee killin spree with the mic in one hand and some budd in the otha, I’m gonna spit these words right out strait at yah.
Look around everybody ain’t laughing with yah, because just like me thier laughin at yah.
PEACE
---------- Post added at 10:41 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:35 PM ----------
ive been working on this one for some time
as i toke that killa im the reincarnation of michael jacksons thrilla as i await your fate you betta stay awake kuz my 9 will rip thru ur flesh like a single layer cake hold ya pillow tight as i lurk thru the night ill bite so dont turn off the mother ****ing light, my dogs are hounds youl hear the sounds ...when i spit the rounds at those bitch as ck clowns now its life or death take your last breath as i spit led thru ur bullet proof vest you kan hear the des eg blast as it rips a hole in ya chest now i fall back....back to the block where i keep niggas on lock they talk so i take the safety off the glock you talk ill put ya body in shock im yelling cs up for life bk all day dont **** wit crips i roll six trey i stay rocking that ak47 as i grab the cash out a local 7/11 now your time has come lace up them payless forces and start to run kuz if i find you ill smoke u like a pound of bc bud as i smoke the dutch sip the brugal i make your life like a plane you begin to stall as i remember last night 30 large at the mall as im building up my rage seeing life thru the bullets of the 12 gage im a locked up animal...without the cage your lifes the key im takin it.
Son you have less swag than bookwork
You should do your homework before you even dare mess with me
i Dont care if your related to obama ill beat your ass into a coma
You mad bro? What you gonna do ? cry to your mama?
son your only future is being a fry cook , your not a rapper
if you look at me wrong , ill break you like if you were made out of glass
I will beat your ass hard , i have a black belt in rap
You can't take the heat son , run on home
10-30-2011, 04:24 AM
#198
Doggy3
Bounty hunter
Originally posted by PIMP
Son you have less swag than bookwork
You should do your homework before you even dare mess with me
i Dont care if your related to obama ill beat your ass into a coma
You mad bro? What you gonna do ? cry to your mama?
son your only future is being a fry cook , your not a rapper
if you look at me wrong , ill break you like if you were made out of glass
I will beat your ass hard , i have a black belt in rap
You can't take the heat son , run on home
You should do your homework before you even dare mess with me
i Dont care if your related to obama ill beat your ass into a coma
You mad bro? What you gonna do ? cry to your mama?
son your only future is being a fry cook , your not a rapper
if you look at me wrong , ill break you like if you were made out of glass
I will beat your ass hard , i have a black belt in rap
You can't take the heat son , run on home
YO,
pimp master,
uve already been fuked up and dissed but ima provide the real bee sting,
DJ eryk already made u hysterik,
and u steal havent healed from the lines of DJ battlefield,
keep ones eye peeled,
reading this shit is clinically putting u to rest,
pimponline also ****ed ur mum and corrested her breast,
ur gettin lyrically molsested,
u cant prstest this, im ****in possesed and obsessed so fukin stress coz ull end up with a bullet in ur chest,
Eazy E be my ****in mentor,
gangsta rap inventor,
beware befoe u enter,
coz im peircing thru ur nerve cente,
physically having a fit, from reading this hypothetical lyrical shit,
****in bitch
10-30-2011, 04:34 AM
#199
Pimp
Rustler Of Jimmies
Originally posted by Doggy3
YO,
pimp master,
uve already been fuked up and dissed but ima provide the real bee sting,
DJ eryk already made u hysterik,
and u steal havent healed from the lines of DJ battlefield,
keep ones eye peeled,
reading this shit is clinically putting u to rest,
pimponline also ****ed ur mum and corrested her breast,
ur gettin lyrically molsested,
u cant prstest this, im ****in possesed and obsessed so fukin stress coz ull end up with a bullet in ur chest,
Eazy E be my ****in mentor,
gangsta rap inventor,
beware befoe u enter,
coz im peircing thru ur nerve cente,
physically having a fit, from reading this hypothetical lyrical shit,
****in bitch
pimp master,
uve already been fuked up and dissed but ima provide the real bee sting,
DJ eryk already made u hysterik,
and u steal havent healed from the lines of DJ battlefield,
keep ones eye peeled,
reading this shit is clinically putting u to rest,
pimponline also ****ed ur mum and corrested her breast,
ur gettin lyrically molsested,
u cant prstest this, im ****in possesed and obsessed so fukin stress coz ull end up with a bullet in ur chest,
Eazy E be my ****in mentor,
gangsta rap inventor,
beware befoe u enter,
coz im peircing thru ur nerve cente,
physically having a fit, from reading this hypothetical lyrical shit,
****in bitch
Son you studder in your lines , talk clear ? Hiding something pussy?
Were you blowing a dude , while you were writing your verses?
Quit sucking you fag , your making me gag with how little swag you have
Your in the wrong game , you should be baking cupcakes you fruitcake
its a real shame , i could have used this time to do your whore of a mom
that bitch loves to squeal like a pig , when she is deep throating me
so take a hike , until you learn at least one good line
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