hiphop battle.

wild words how do you enter the competition?
just write a curse, a quick reply, to fuck off everybody above with some bad words and dissin
not one rule, just go ham on everybody's scam till they havent a plan less than ja rule sittin in prison
 

(extreme content)

yo dick tracey,
why you askin about me and mine you'd do best to mind your face, admit defeat, shut the fuck up brit and go sip tea, one lumps two lumps, looney toons take three i move animated, died, reanimated and crazy, i'll beat your ass with a mallet while you spray mace and taze me
if you wanna know who i am just ask your lady
my name is nameless simply running game cuz who the fuck wants to be famous?
im so crazy weather i'll kill you is not a matter of whether or not, its maybe...
maybe, just maybe i'll catch the rabies, blast a tape of shady, blame the tape it made me, rape your lady,
make a baby, take a baby, grab and shake a baby!
the only thing more gross than a barrel of dead baby
is a live one named ricky eatin its way up to what it inanely thinks safety
only to face me
i will make your baby face bleed
ricky you should know that im the guy that sits back counts racks and laughs lovin it when yall just covet and hate me.
i'll force feed you a mcnugget, taste america once, bitch dont it taste free?
haha
dada see you spittin googoo gaga, shittin caca
i pour liqueur in your baba
nothin fuels an internet bitches attitude quicker than drama
when i come over and spit that fire thick like lava
you aint worth not a
im only worth one zero zero comma
zero zero zero comma
zero zero zero now repeat that three times holla
ghost ridin cant afford to be low ridin with not a pound or dolla
and just by the way i thought id ask you real quick
what the fuck why you always tellin people to suck your dick
when you know damn well it does not exist?
your a bitch
always talkin shit
ass face you like it ribbed
because you are just a faggot
a little brit spittin through your tooths tip faggot, smoke another faggot
i dont even have to rhyme i'll just keep callin you the truth... a little brit faggot
take your body and i drag it
hack it, pack it in a vat of acid,
wipe off my hands, put on some texas rap classic,
take a break and light up my stash lid
take the evil out my mind and this awful dead body smell mask it
ricky wanted to know who i was, you really shouldnt have asked kid, youve already gotten your ass kicked
this aint even the hip hop battle, this is just bootcamp battle class in order to paraphrase another british gay "you shall not pass" bitch

wild words just come on in, were really quite friendly, lets battle rap.
ricky got knocked the fuck out, its friday and I aint got shit to do so lets have a chat
snap the back of a cat,
blast a pussy flap, all rookies are welcome to get their pussies clapped :)

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i got some cooking to do, but ill be back for yall(;

You suck goasty
more or less/mostly
u can't aproach me
Ya better check who-
Your coach be...

..Me!

And I say take the bench
your words make a stench

My whoop ass can is full
So i guess you plan 2 fall
Cause once I open it?
Then it's all ...


...over&done

You won't forward so run

Ya get layed out like a.bed sheet

I'm spilling, your dead meat
If you listen2wat I said? Sweet:D
Ignorance is weakness
Fuck your fakeness
I'll not debate this
Cause Rickeys hate
Is

Irrelavent
Malovant?
Stellaphant
Fat like elephant
Irrelevant
Feeling spent
But my rhymes at your front door in a tent
If you repent
So if present

With your diss
I told you-
Not to piss..

..in the wind
Never blend
&
Stay a freind
Till the end
And we'll defend
No right to spend
Even the darkest night
Has end

Your doomed. No.bluff
You've simply

Consumed enough


Yaaaaaaaawn.

You all suck
Y don't ya-
Do a ball tuck

You pussies can all suck


A fat penis

And inject the mean'nesz


With its antidope
Lite a fuking candle. Dope

This is my ring
Don't roam this rope

Headbutts to the dome,
The scope

For you
Ricky? Is Poo.
Quickly chuck new


Verses of yours
Your deserving these scars
You get rolled more than cars!
Your like a horse with no spurs
Low speed occurs
Stay or go?.who cares:D


Twisted to get'cha
Shut up & sit'cha


Ass down
You look like
A mass clown

Your the ground
Last will be found


For you
Soo true
U flow poo

toodle ooo
You fool
I rule
your not cool
ya fuking tool

im the best
your all should be
mind deppressed

step it up and find your zest
ricky? I don't mind the pest
just think hes blind @ best


haha



U have no clue


Hahaha

anyway ref these dudes
Are the personal type
Very emotonal like
so back to the basics
Rhyming
Easly ,simply
Making these losers fill with envy  
Its all natrual,for me
Do I gotta school you with the 123s ,ABCs  

You week with the pen
Admit my friend
Your work emerges out of posing den

I'm too deep,Atlantic city's
Know how you think,I commune with the psyche
I can tell you a bitch ,
Cause all I see is barking on the writing sheet
Now you know what I'm doing
Just looking and provoking
And its dummy after dummy
How many times must I keep saying
I'm still around
Big dog roaming these grounds
All over you screen I'm dumping
You know I write like you doesn't
Writing like you wanted  
That's why you jealously cussing
Casue with the goods (rhyming)
You know that I got it
With me
Vulgar literature could never get more pleasent
But excuse these lame men
They can't understand rhyming in laymen
And with your verses I see no sense
Mine are like the opposite version
Ask the optical surgeons  

Austin_Rura said:(extreme content)

yo dick tracey,
why you askin about me and mine you'd do best to mind your face, admit defeat, shut the fuck up brit and go sip tea, one lumps two lumps, looney toons take three i move animated, died, reanimated and crazy, i'll beat your ass with a mallet while you spray mace and taze me
if you wanna know who i am just ask your lady
my name is nameless simply running game cuz who the fuck wants to be famous?
im so crazy weather i'll kill you is not a matter of whether or not, its maybe...
maybe, just maybe i'll catch the rabies, blast a tape of shady, blame the tape it made me, rape your lady,
make a baby, take a baby, grab and shake a baby!
the only thing more gross than a barrel of dead baby
is a live one named ricky eatin its way up to what it inanely thinks safety
only to face me
i will make your baby face bleed
ricky you should know that im the guy that sits back counts racks and laughs lovin it when yall just covet and hate me.
i'll force feed you a mcnugget, taste america once, bitch dont it taste free?
haha
dada see you spittin googoo gaga, shittin caca
i pour liqueur in your baba
nothin fuels an internet bitches attitude quicker than drama
when i come over and spit that fire thick like lava
you aint worth not a
im only worth one zero zero comma
zero zero zero comma
zero zero zero now repeat that three times holla
ghost ridin cant afford to be low ridin with not a pound or dolla
and just by the way i thought id ask you real quick
what the fuck why you always tellin people to suck your dick
when you know damn well it does not exist?
your a bitch
always talkin shit
ass face you like it ribbed
because you are just a faggot
a little brit spittin through your tooths tip faggot, smoke another faggot
i dont even have to rhyme i'll just keep callin you the truth... a little brit faggot
take your body and i drag it
hack it, pack it in a vat of acid,
wipe off my hands, put on some texas rap classic,
take a break and light up my stash lid
take the evil out my mind and this awful dead body smell mask it
ricky wanted to know who i was, you really shouldnt have asked kid, youve already gotten your ass kicked
this aint even the hip hop battle, this is just bootcamp battle class in order to paraphrase another british gay "you shall not pass" bitch

wild words just come on in, were really quite friendly, lets battle rap.
ricky got knocked the fuck out, its friday and I aint got shit to do so lets have a chat
snap the back of a cat,
blast a pussy flap, all rookies are welcome to get their pussies clapped :)

your shit reads like ICP, who, btw, sucks so much. ya read me, lil dago? suckage.

I'm extraordinary
You extra ordinary
Ordinarily kill what ever need killing
Even if it don't need dying
I blot you out the earth ,your weak rhyming
keeps you company on your boat ride to hades
These posers know I will expose them ,so
They stay away from me when and when I'm not on a role
Admit a battle ,is not what you can handle
I knock you off that pedestal
For not sitting still
Still ,you got the nerve not to recognise skill
Just joking you know my words potent
One line ,is like doing one line
You subliminally take these into the after life
Way way after the hype
You noticing I'm awfully high
Squatting competiton like flies
Look deep enough,I'm the phenomenon in the x file
Rating my competitors as extra extra mild
Making a grown man a child
But I don't give a fuck slap a hooker whilst she with child
You can tell I'm vile not right in the mind
But I'm right with the rhymes
Spot the lies ,theirs none
What you got on me ,amounts to less then one
That's why you can't take a swing at me ,because then you done

yo SAT if you read my shit like its writ by a bunch of gay as clowny freak kids drinkin faygo crackheaded trash crumbin stuck on the rug like play do
fuckin round still wherein jnco
you must have misheard, been listening to ICP Malenko
im only inspired by that bizarre on sizzurp higher than higher talkin like "as soon as im hired im fired" to the sounds of michael meyers with a little bit of "can i live?" by jay z
and if you read it only to hate me then dont fuckin read it i dont need it with your bullshit conceited like you really think you gonna faze me?
i hate those freaky bitches just let me bump some shady
monkey see monkey do move into devils night come out and face me
cuz you should have known at once my shits inspired mainly by what the greats see and what the greats do
not these fake fools who make use of taint fumes who sniff paint and glue
i once said to my one friend "why you fuckin around? this pussy clown shits changin you"
thats the last time i ever saw my friend again now i heard hes in a gay bar tastin you!
you in the back of his clown car,
go satyr,
throw off your gay attire and make that clown car move!

. . .

i got that high writing, like a bible passage, when im smokin swisher sweet
aint nothing sweeter
i package and im sellin you that mystery meat like aint nothing cheaper
madintellect a canadian rappin rhyme writer, lets see here
lookin like a lady in drag still wherein eye liner, im sayin you rappin like j beiber
lookin like lady gaga breathin out them tatas sing it like aretha,
little female go play theater,
go play house but do be sure to bring ricky out some tea here
bring ricky out some tea here
bring, bring ricky out some tea here
i'll call him on the phone, get him to mad's home, make him choke on this scone.
mad you should have left the game alone now i throw that tea in your face
put miss B in her place lookin like the last scene of scar face minus al capone
you a ghost in a shell, fell time to go to hell, i see you stand alone-
ghost in a shell, i said i see you stand alone
hit me back just leave it where it is at the tone
dont call askin, never lend a hand might just throw one back- have a bone

. . .

TLIFD- see well my tech peice?
i see well through my lens, finger on the trigger breath in and then sqeeze.
evil i am, see? all sevin sins but mostly lust, greed and envy
get not like i am not deserving with ramshakle wording
i repel my enemies like a murderer masked, murdering and always lurking
TLIFD said ask the optical sergeons
why you talkin ta sergeons? dont you like it when my popscicle sticks insertin?
hoppin he flips still hurtin
poppin he gripps blood spurting
TLIFD and me good versus bad; you the product of god im the product of a bad person
Sleep well my enemy, i am the devil runnin the world; seven sins, seven seas, call me the sea serpent
i am wherein silk you is in the shroud of turin
your time of peace is at a stand still, my gears of war still turnin
the devil wins out always most certain
so yo, where a ho at, hello?- wont someone please close the god damn curtain?!

. . .

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from the hood titty bitch lives like hes just the hoodest
my goodness

a competition of writers to see which book best
i guess by the way yall walking i should have stolen and took like the rest
i should have stabbed whoever nearest with this pen instead of how i just sat and took the test
walk that way
i'll pull out the .38 drive up on you
too avoid ending up on my hood, a mess,
hes slayed,
on my hood your flesh about to be flaid
make you shoot your damn self to avoid my grill and dual tires on your face and chests caved
so you took hold the .38 aimed it at your brain turned the puddles blood and rain,
i hopped out my truck snatched your chain hopped back up ran your dead body down again and again
this is just getting to the refrain i told you im fucking insane
say it again  

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from the hood titty bitch lives like hes just the hoodest
my goodness

yet the only thing hes pushins
a gluten free diet, no defences and doctor who BBC bullshit
as a lyricist your useless count my rhymes straight up numerous
as a supposed gentleman your rudeness is humerous
as a gangster your about as ruthless
as your queen toothless
you gonna know just what its like to have no cielings whenever i throw you rough off the roof bitch
how the fuck you gonna even try to talk the wanna be new shit?
about who and how many people im followin? thats not a good look for you kid
crack head with a fever and you look like ted nugent

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from that hood shit hes just the hoodest
my goodness

ive just harnessed the power on that hook shit
see how i looped it? you still on that bullshit no one wants nothing to do with
you just look stupid with no guns in the UK yet you think you rick like ross
yet youve never seen a real banana clip, better start looking for your ass gets tossed, sprayed your body is filled, riddled with shots
youd better get lost before your soul gets lost in the lowest part of hell when shit starts to frost,
price of a bullet, bitch whats the cost?
end up covered in moss fossiliezed in a bog
snatched like a dog from the city of fog
ricky i'll do you like jack the ripper plus SAW, dont tempt me i told you befo you better not have forgot
brit bitch best pull up your socks before the AK barrel starts cooking,
glowin red and smoking. on your own throat blood your choking and all the pedestrians booking.
looking like ricky one of them walking dead.
ghost rider to dead walker straight tex ranger how i shoot that ass in his head.
take away everything in your life like the ballad of ricky bobby,
ive always wanted to shoot Will Farrel
just for fun i'll shoot him in his nutsack instead. Real starrel.
pull back the hammer, let it out the barrel, you'd better be careful befo i let loose the led. never enough to be said about this...

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from that hood shit hes just the hoodest
my goodness

LOL BITCH WROTE THIS:madintellect a canadian rappin rhyme writer, lets see here
lookin like a lady in drag still wherein eye liner, im sayin you rappin like j beiber
lookin like lady gaga breathin out them tatas sing it like aretha,
little female go play theater,
go play house but do be sure to bring ricky out some tea here
bring ricky out some tea here
bring, bring ricky out some tea here
i'll call him on the phone, get him to mad's home, make him choke on this scone.
mad you should have left the game alone now i throw that tea in your face
put miss B in her place lookin like the last scene of scar face minus al capone
you a ghost in a shell, fell time to go to hell, i see you stand alone-
ghost in a shell, i said i see you stand alone
hit me back just leave it where it is at the tone
dont call askin, never lend a hand might just throw one back- have a bone

. . .

TLIFD- see well my tech peice?
i see well through my lens, finger on the trigger breath in and then sqeeze.
evil i am, see? all sevin sins but mostly lust, greed and envy
get not like i am not deserving with ramshakle wording
i repel my enemies like a murderer masked, murdering and always lurking
TLIFD said ask the optical sergeons
why you talkin ta sergeons? dont you like it when my popscicle sticks insertin?
hoppin he flips still hurtin
poppin he gripps blood spurting
TLIFD and me good versus bad; you the product of god im the product of a bad person
Sleep well my enemy, i am the devil runnin the world; seven sins, seven seas, call me the sea serpent
i am wherein silk you is in the shroud of turin
your time of peace is at a stand still, my gears of war still turnin
the devil wins out always most certain
so yo, where a ho at, hello?- wont someone please close the god damn curtain?!

. . .

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from the hood titty bitch lives like hes just the hoodest
my goodness

a competition of writers to see which book best
i guess by the way yall walking i should have stolen and took like the rest
i should have stabbed whoever nearest with this pen instead of how i just sat and took the test
walk that way
i'll pull out the .38 drive up on you
too avoid ending up on my hood, a mess,
hes slayed,
on my hood your flesh about to be flaid
make you shoot your damn self to avoid my grill and dual tires on your face and chests caved
so you took hold the .38 aimed it at your brain turned the puddles blood and rain,
i hopped out my truck snatched your chain hopped back up ran your dead body down again and again
this is just getting to the refrain i told you im fucking insane
say it again  

skinny neck, no respect,
yellow teeth crooked
talkin that hip hop good shit
like hes from the hood titty bitch lives like hes just the hoodest
my goodness

yet the only thing hes pushins
a gluten free diet, no defences and doctor who BBC bullshit
as a lyricist your useless count my rhymes straight up numerous
as a supposed gentleman your rudeness is humerous
as a gangster your about as ruthless
as your queen toothless
you gonna know just what its like to have no cielings whenever i throw you rough off the roof bitch
how the fuck you gonna even try to talk the wanna be new shit?
about who and how many people im followin? thats not a good look for you kid
crack head with a fever
[/quote]




SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE TALENTLESS PEICE OF SHIT (you fucking suck. Im disspointed mega with your skillless effort of straight crap)

Auston,
braincells?!
you've lost'em
think your the boss? dumb

you aint got even a crumb
of my talent

talentless mouth piece
Ill be riding dirty when I-
head down south, please

I was raised in the streets
I just chose to grow up
and stopped acting with that attitude
"i dont give a fuck"
so good luck

thinking your better than me
when u should be feeling letter envy

My rhymes in a Ferraree
and your rolls a 10 speed

you need to learn
one on one u step to me?
your ass is gonna burn

your disses are pathetic, i think that your jelous
Doubt your talent backs up the things that u tell us.....

I barely read it
i stare at pathetic..


wannabye cool guy
who gets takin to school, why?

Because I better

if someone pointed you out in the street
..id say,  ya Ive met her


you cant do better than me
upset you may be
but regretfuly

o well

I stomp what all you say
I will chop down like a
stomp" all day
.any way

bitch your face turns red. sweet
After my rhyme stomps your head beat:D
and then, rolled up tite in a bedsheet
shut up and live, beak and you dead seek.

Seek and you shall find
Your weak and also blind

i bury ya chumps
bwah ahaha )

TLIFD said:anyway ref these dudes
Are the personal type
Very emotonal like
so back to the basics
Rhyming
Easly ,simply
Making these losers fill with envy  
Its all natural,for me
Do I gotta school you with the 123s ,ABCs  

You week with the pen
Admit my friend
Your work emerges out of posing den

I'm too deep,Atlantic city's
Know how you think,I commune with the psyche
I can tell you a bitch ,
Cause all I see is barking on the writing sheet
Now you know what I'm doing
Just looking and provoking
And its dummy after dummy
How many times must I keep saying
I'm still around
Big dog roaming these grounds
All over you screen I'm dumping
You know I write like you doesn't
Writing like you wanted  
That's why you jealously cussing
Casue with the goods (rhyming)
You know that I got it
With me
Vulgar literature could never get more pleasant
But excuse these lame men
They can't understand rhyming in laymen
And with your verses I see no sense
Mine are like the opposite version
Ask the optical surgeons  






YOUR SKILL SUCKS:
BY Mike Stewart

For deposit aboves reply lol
[Lol]



You have a weak leader
You need to learn to speak better.

This you don't want to meddle
Don't make me boil like a kettle.
Or youll feel a poisenious nettle
more venomous than a snake with a rattle
Itz your mistake to think battle

is a good idea, even @ all.
You believe you'll win?
not even at all!

I dont care what you sell'em
I get into your cerebellum
And
Implant defeat
Insane 4 U 2 speak
that your brain
can Compete
Quit playing. AND DELETE
Im spraying the heat
thats almost froZEn
like sleet
..Im flowing from the sky
Ignoring all who try
to flow, cause me
Now just why
..You ain't got no intelligence
Because your brain
Has relevance
to watching televisions

that shit will rot your mind
Dimwit you've got to find
your conscious mind
To all your nonsense, blind.
My skill completely surpasses yours like an eclipse
Better check your glasses before writing a slip
i.e. read this:
DON'T BOTHER!
Your show robber
I'm the flow father
Skill? Haha you don't harbor!

I WIN


THE END
:)>