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Ok seriously, it was funny the first time but now you guys are just demeaning yourselves.

Deep.

This is getting pretty hardcore.

So you think I'm white just tryin' to act black?
Thats whack, because rap aint restricted to that.
It doesn't matter what color your skin is.
You see I am the predator and you are the prey.
I'ma catch ya, gut ya, and leave ya skinless.
You just getting worse from day to day.
I am the champion and you are winless.
When you think you can, come strip my medals.
Until then I aint never stoppin', just mashing pedals.
I'm steady speedin', I'm miles ahead of ya.
You at the starting line workin on ya rhyme.
You nothing but a waste of time, quit wasting mine.
I'm infectious with my flow, similar to HIV.
You nothing but a sneeze, just a common cold.
I'm brutal, I kill you from the inside out.
You annoying, just leave 'em with a sore throat.

WHITE PEOPLE CAN RAP

teehee

yo im sick rapper
i killed a velociraptor
when i play d&d im tha dungeon master

yah white people ftl

LOOSEN UP A LITTLE.

i don't know what you're doing
it's the internet, who you think you're fooling?
you think you can rap, but you don't have good lines
your lyrics are like dollars from pennies, nickels, and dimes.
all i hear is blah, blah, blah
kinda like a nursery rhyme: fa la la la
i get the impression you just want some attention
sadly, this ain't no different: you get no recognition
i think the best thing for you is to stick to juvenile detention
because everything you do is a violation
who knows, maybe you're just a troll
who thinks he's on a roll
'cuz the lines from eminem he stole.
sorry, can't let that pass man, it's a foul
sorta like spelling a word without a vowel
i'm about to just take the piss
educate you on what you missed:
you got no flow, no soul
just do what you were subtley told
and put your rap-game on hold
also remember, this is the bbs
that we take no mess
so now it's up for SKS
to handle the rest.

You're both two fucking freaks,
acting like a bunch of geeks,
don't act tough, cuz you ain't,
my wicked lyrics'll make you faint,
motherfuckers, I'm out of here,
these lads are too dumb for me,
1 2 3, now you're finished,
and guess what, I'm the winner!

At 10/21/09 03:01 PM, SKS wrote: So you think I'm white just tryin' to act black?

YES, now shut theeeee fuck up cracker.

You can't switch between using ebonics, and using proper english like that.... It's forced and unnatural. Kind of like white people rapping is.

Weird how you went from invader zim to pussy

Rap battles?
All you're doing is blasting people with ghetto shit.
No partickular rhythim like rap requires.

At 10/21/09 05:13 PM, Orange-Jews wrote:

At 10/21/09 03:01 PM, SKS wrote: So you think I'm white just tryin' to act black?

YES, now shut theeeee fuck up cracker.

You can't switch between using ebonics, and using proper english like that.... It's forced and unnatural. Kind of like white people rapping is.

Fuck you. You are such a moron.

At 10/21/09 07:55 PM, SKS wrote: Fuck you. You are such a moron.

Fuck YOU. You are such a white person.

Stop embarrassing yourself, you poser ass bitch.

At 10/21/09 07:55 PM, SKS wrote:

Fuck you. You are such a moron.

Pot meet kettle....

At 10/21/09 08:04 PM, TheTrooper5 wrote:

At 10/21/09 07:55 PM, SKS wrote:

Fuck you. You are such a moron.

Pot meet kettle....

No thnx.

You rhymed horse with horse, cockwad.

At 10/22/09 05:04 AM, Used-Tampon wrote: You rhymed horse with horse, cockwad.

Yeah, I may have made a mistake in the chorus,
But the guy named SKS made it on purpose just to whore us,
with these shitty rhymes that he be spittin',
I know how to fuck him while he is sitting,
you see you go under him with your dick sticking out,
and remember what I'mma do, I'm about,
to grab the chair, and pull it out,
make sure that it's stiff in now,
it pokes through his jeans,
kinda like the time a killed a man named Wallace Breen,
Well that was a game, and this is real life,
All you wannabes screamin "Gangsta 4 lyfe",
yeah that's right, you spell it with a y,
why,
I ask, cause I know you're about to cry,
you're about to shed a tear,
cause it's me you fear,
but hold my hand dear,
come over here,
let me, push you off a cliff to snap your dick,
make sure when you fall, it is very stiff,
make sure, that you don't know where you're goin',
make sure that you ain't sure what you're doin',
so go ahead and take the risk,
cause I got the strength of a basilisk.

Rhymed y with why.

At 10/22/09 05:37 AM, Used-Tampon wrote: Rhymed y with why.

yeah, so, it's fine if you repeat words,
if someone says it's unfair, just flip them the bird,
make sure they get butthurt,
make sure to fill your thirst,
for blood.

Pushin me off the cliff with a stiff dick?
Well heres a crash course, grab my stick shift
Slip it in reverse before ya make a turn for the worse
Can't stop the trainwreck, I cut ya brake lines
With the lyrical knives I leave ya brain wrecked.
Shoulda wore a seat belt, now ya need help.
I blow it up like a landmine, you just a flatline.
You running outta time, outta life lines.
You trying to get some style so you bite mine.
I'm raging rapids, you still water, no flow
Cut you up, leave you all red, it's no go.
Painting the walls red with your blood shed
Slice your each limb before I cut off ya head
Record each second of your dismemberment
Link it to your family, make em pay a membership.
I'm ruthless you just a fake, all truthless.

Your rhymes are messy and confusing like a ball of tangled cords
And your songs got more rough edges than poorly soldered circuit boards
Now my rhymes, they are contagious to all who have contested
So look out cause just like Kerrigan you're gonna get infested
I don't make battle tracks, don't lash out against haters
Cause that's crude and I'm refined like Boolean Operators
Instead I make a general track, I point out all their flaws
You hate me; the effect, but what could've been the cause?
Clearly I have something you want, something you think you need
But your mind is slow like dial-up, I'm rocking T-3 speed!
So you really can't compete, like Xanga against Myspace
And just like the New Numa you're nothing but a huge disgrace
You're obsolete like Netscape and more useless than Scroll Lock
I break the mold like Google Chrome, you play it safe like Firefox
My lines build from scratch like Linux; yours pre-programmed like a Mac
You can kinda flow and rhyme but the originality you lack
You're Doomed like marines on Mars, better go grab your BFG
Cause that's the only way you've even got a chance to compete with me!
I mean come on attack me? Can't believe you have the nerve or
Maybe you just forgot that you're the client and I'M the server!

I hit you,
I fuck you,
I lead you,
I step on you,
I rape you,
I eat you,
I punch you,
I rip you,
I better than you,
I awesomer than you,
I blacker than you,
I kick you,
I flip you,
I dick you,
I shift you,
I push you,
I pull you,
I am me,
You are you,
I rape you.

I'm a mother fucking wordsmith, not only am I rhyming the ends of verses, I am at the same time rhyming the beginnings of verses, YEAH
FUCK YEAH!

Now you're telling me that you can drive,
when I've seen you, drink, but hide,
not drive,
you just hide from the police,
thinking you're so drunk, that you'll OD,
man, there's a huge limit to alcohol,
look out for the wall, before you fall,
So don't worry about the po-po,
just go ahead, while I fuck your ho,
in the back seat,
while she screaming that she likes my meat.

Yo dawg...EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.

At 10/22/09 08:09 AM, FeedingAdiction wrote: Now you're telling me that you can drive,
when I've seen you, drink, but hide,
not drive,
you just hide from the police,
thinking you're so drunk, that you'll OD,
man, there's a huge limit to alcohol,
look out for the wall, before you fall,
So don't worry about the po-po,
just go ahead, while I fuck your ho,
in the back seat,
while she screaming that she likes my meat.

Now your meat may be seasoned with a pack of ripened lies
But I don't deal in misdirection so you can kiss this diss goodbye
I sigh at the fact that your tactics flaunt such irony
Because you see that girl was really coming home with me
Your verse left ripped by my rock hard grip, I flow without a flaw
She dropped her jaw, I filled her maw, because I'm just too raw
Now here's the silly predicament I find myself engaged in
I partake in ridiculous sentiments like they're what I've been cravin'
Saving all my time and energy to invest in hypocrisy
That's not what anything about this battle meant to me
So back to basics, face it, taste the freshness, there's so much to behold
I now come only honest, now sit down, do what you're told
I'm bold, you're sold on the query that I'd roll over to a hack
But in fact I retract any and all statements off a brute force attack
I stack up high my skills to the sky, on which I've built for years
And you may blow but my foundation is brick, so to you I just say cheers
I victor now, and for awhile, next time make sure you think
Before you subdue yourself to generic cliche punches that just don't sting

At 10/22/09 08:13 AM, AnasaziTribal wrote: Yo dawg...EVERYBODY JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Yo boy, you little asian boy,
who just sits at home playing with his sex toys,
"Hey, is this yours? I found it on the shelf",
I'm holding a dildo, thinking you fuck yourself,
with it,
I'm on fire, I'm lit,
I'm on a roll,
I just smoked a bowl.

At 10/22/09 08:18 AM, StarF68 wrote: shit...

I'll admit, you flow as good as a wolf howls,
I'll be right back, gotta empty my bowels,
I leave, making sure I see,
what you reply next so I can,
kill you, and what's on the news?
"Man found dead by the sea", and people's views,
that's all people say anymore, their opinions,
They even stink at saying it, kinda like onions,
now who's the mastermind behind these lyrics?
Struggling to find my inner lyricist,
But what happened? I found it,
And all you whack rappers are dumbfounded.

At 10/22/09 08:26 AM, FeedingAdiction wrote: I'll admit, you flow as good as a wolf howls,
I'll be right back, gotta empty my bowels,
I leave, making sure I see,
what you reply next so I can,
kill you, and what's on the news?
"Man found dead by the sea", and people's views,
that's all people say anymore, their opinions,
They even stink at saying it, kinda like onions,
now who's the mastermind behind these lyrics?
Struggling to find my inner lyricist,
But what happened? I found it,
And all you whack rappers are dumbfounded.

Now let's talk bowels, you seem to be stuck on it
But I speed through your shit like a scat-induced sonic
You seem to need a tonic to cure this nasty sickness
I retaliate with quickness and you're swift to fall to this diss
Now you're dismissed, the title to mastermind is mine
I think you'll find I'll fine you for anything less than prime
You're just a mime, keep to yourself, one day you'll break free from your box
But check the clocks, you're not making time, so you might as well just stop
I'll reach the top, I'll never stop, but I'll stop you in your tracks
But don't worry, I won't slaughter you, no calm down, relax
A fair fight? You've got it, bring your friends, I'll tear you to the ground
Without a sound, my ninja glyphs will find you; well abound
I'm world renowned, is your name known across any denomination?
Cause I think I hear mine being chanted at clubs around the nation
A demonstration: Present, rewind and recalculate the problematic
Whack is to dope, as you to me, as Crank Dat to Illmatic

Maybe you can Learn to Rap like we do in the Midwest.

It's A City Where Anybody Can Cause You Bodily Harm When You Walk On My City Hardly Armed Hardly Safe To Show your Face Apes Will Erase With you Lethal Blades
Blaze your For The Papa Nowhere To Hide On Either Side Of The Wild The Gucci The Prada Krizz And The Millimeter Follow'll Holla We Scream Go Get your Some
Things Go Get You A Thing Load It Up With Hollow Ones Light It Up Like A Hallogen Look At The Crime Rate,
No Wonder Why I Hate N**** Keeping They People
I'm Seeking 'em When you Leaving 'em People The ?Bay? They'll Take 'em Away If It Ain't In The Day Hurry Get your People up Outta The Cage The Midwest It's More Than Just
A Little Chaotic And If We Ain't Got It We Plotting Of Robbing 'em For They Chips That'll Be The Nature Of The Beast To Keep The Peace I Keeps My Peace When I'm In The Midwest

sitting here, wondering what the fucking happenin'
this thread kinda got derailed, hard to who's rappin' and
iamgrimreaper, i have a feeling you're gonna let this battle end
cuz SKS got you in a corner, and you're just gonna let him win?
then again you turn around and have to explain your style
plus your replies seem to take a little while
you shouldn't give up, but i think you should take this lost
standing from the sidelines, it's like watchin' the holocaust
other people try to jump in, joke on your rhymes and shit
not gonna lie, you need to improve the game you spit
don't get mad now, i'm just makin' an observation
no need to jump on me, continue defending your nation

this is fun

Time to end this thread.

I suck a lotta dick but I know I'm not gay
And I eat a lotta pussy so I go both ways
And I make a lotta posts but I need to get paid
To see the look on all your faces only reason why I stay
And I wish Steve Guzzi would come on for round 2
And I'll beat him and send his wigger ass back to private school
And I wish for a name change but what would you call me?
Call me deep throat cause I always go balls deep
Take a big dick and a leap into hell
And if I ever get arrested I'd jump for joy in jail
And Big Bobo would say "Pussy scream my name"
But what should I scream for?
I'll scream for more while I'm down on all fours
And my nickname in jail would be the dick detour
I was stuck on this part, how do I follow up?
I just know I wanna fuck
Face down ass up
So rape me, ladies
Caress me like a baby
Then give it to me rough
You can teach me how to suck
And like ET phone home
Let 'em know you like to bone
And your friends can join in
Ages thirty-three to ten
I'm a homo-sex-you-all and I like my ass destroyed
I'm not a whore I'm just a slut
And I fuck with all the boys.