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Rules:
*50 Lines each (1 Verse).
*First to 5 votes wins.
*No dick-riding/hater votes (All votes MUST be explained or will NOT be counted).
*No bitching if you lose, no accusing anyone of getting people to vote for them.
*No freeposting and no comments on either verse or MC until both verses have been submitted.
*Up to the challenger who goes first, I could care less.
P.S. - I'm Back!!!
11 views and not ONE of you fucking pussy rookies have stepped up yet... WTF??? Man up muthafuckaz and accept this shit, what???!!! ONE
i think 50 bars is a little too much for most of the new posters to handle besides i think most people wouldn't wonna vote or read something thats 400 words long just an idea
i think 20bars is a good length
drop first G then ill go
N' if he don't... i gotcha G
Aight, thanx a lot, nice to see theres still some real battlers on here, here goes:
Aight, this cat butch accepted my challenge, but there's no medium or balance
You winnings a 'million to one', like shows hosted by 'Chris Tarrant'
Fact - you lack fucking talent, son I'll trample-you-see
It takes more than nanny-training to fucking handle-the-G
Your a calamity see, [a fag], I thrive to kill gays
And son couldn't 'spit sick' if his 'saliva had AIDS'
I leave you click in a 'days', knock 'em into 'next week'
At your birth you nurse thought your 'ass was your face', she 'turned the other
cheek'
See your outlook is bleek, and the mountain you climbin' is steep
Still gettin over personal issues so your mindstate is weak
Aight, I'm sorry but it's comin' out, I know you didn't want no-one knowin'
But duke was forced to suck off his dad, 3 days straight - blowin'
He was molested as a child, cos' he has a religious family
Full of perverted priests and monks fucking with his sanity
That's why he 'rhymes kinda whack', and his 'spellings the fucking worst'
'Cos he gets 'fucked up the ass crack' while he's 'typin' his battle verse'
Aight enough with that, I'll bring the style back basic
But his daddy did 'cum in his mouth and his eyes' - kid 'face' it
I'm letting it be known so you can be saved from the next rape
But damn, now it's 'circulating the net like Ashanti's sex tape'
He PMed me about selling me a mace, that's fine - I'll fucking kill-more
And 'send you flyin' 300 yards+ like fucking Happy Gilmore'
Aight, so here come the movie punches, that'll make your shit look weak-as-piss
If I'm Deniro, your Crystal kid, fucking 'Analyze This'
Analyze enough dope rhymes and punches to kill your brain
I cast 'bad weather when I rap' but have an all year 'rain'
But your shit is fucking 'useless' like an 'inflatable dart board'
Or asking assistance to see something which you can't really afford
It's pointless, your better off dead, a bloody corpse
But he's busy making his 'next invention' - a fucking 'solar-powered torch'
Your not the pick of the 'litter' kid, but you are a 'peice-of-shit'
And that same 'mace you sellin' me', I'm a use to 'beat-you-with'
Beat some sense into your dumbass, this kids 'a couple songs short of an EP'
I'm a fuck you over then leave you, like John Cena - 'you can't see me'
'Cause right now I'm hiding behind your couch with a hand up your mums blouse
You 'left the candy - I'm a take it', like fucking 'cheese to a mouse'
And damn your mums good, I'm fucking squeezing on her ass
I've sent 'picture of us in the post', 'cause this bitch is 'first class'
No wonder you like 'Metal'lica, your mums an ex-'brass' [ex-prostitute]
And for your sister, I Ieft a blister on that pussy real fast
But enough with your fam, enough hatred for one day
And hey - atleast your dads happy 'cause his own son's gay
Nah jokes, your 'straight as a roundabout', this 'dude goes the other way'
He 'bats for the wrong team', what more can I fucking say?
I hope you fucking hate me kid, 'cause I really fucked your mums cunt
Plus you don't need to watch her 'back', 'cause I fucked her from the 'front'
My 'names not George', I don't beat around the 'Bush', I'm a be blunt
You don't impress me with your lyrics, all you seem to do is spit and grunt
So fuck it kid, I'm done with you, I'll move on to my next target
This 'dudes that dumb' he 'died of starvation in a supermarket' [Your retarded - DIE!!!]
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i bust on this thread like a surprise guest
you kid's cant touch these rhymes, dont even try to molest
your weak at best, you pest get the pesticide
im showing you the door, please follow the exit signs
u take a sigh, your out of breath before i spit mine
how could u have the guts to battle me with 50 lines
thats fifty more times i can take shots at ya
your jaw drops, now your frozen like a statue
ill capture you, and throw you down in the dungeon
either that or make you walk the plank, your body's plungen
into the deep dark sea u fucken pussy
you'll overdose on these lines like gary busey
you dont amuse me, this aint the circus
but you're a clown with a big red nose, your fucken worthless
ill drown you on purpose, stick your head underwater
the savage and excessive killing of other people is the definition of slaughter
well then i must be a synonym, your just a antonym
ill just bust on him cuz he's soft as a chrysanthemum
you little flowers get no sun and water
shrivel up and die, im from miami where its hotter
hotter then hell on this kid who is fifteen
ill buy him a pink dress to wear to his sweet sixteen
you wont see seventeen, ill spit rhymes till im seventy
ill be the only rapper alive getting paid on social security
now im 1/2 way there this is line twenty five
on line twenty six ill strap you up alive
with 27 sticks of dynamite,
why dont u call all your friends and attempt a mass suicide
all bullshit aside ill crush you then brush you
to the curb, thats my word, go grab a tissue
you little baby, im sticken you in time out
you were a bad boy, you didnt spit good rhymes out
watch out, ill fold you up like lawn furniture
you got this strange face, i think you were born premature
your just a creature, hidden from society
if i killed you, police wouldnt bother doing an autopsy
when they'd see the butcher knife latch to your skull
they'll know i tortured your life until my blade went dull
and then id rip you apart with my bare hands
you cant spit, ill just rip out your damn glands
no saliva, when i spit there's no survivors
fuck any obstacle, ill get out of it like magiever
you suck popsicles, you are too young to know who he is
but you're not too young to meet jesus
ill send u to him, and he'll redirect you to the devil
thats what you get for trying to be so called rebel
devil spelled backwards is lived, you'd wish you're still alive
my raps are like a virus, they're killen your hard drive
you should of never put up this challenge, its too late to realize
my 50 lines will leave him babtized when i make his ship capsize
Aight, since this other geez didn't post up... it's me n da butcher, start voting now. ONE
can we do a 50 cent battle instead?? please!!!!!!1
^^^Fuck off cunt. Lets get some votes. ONE
ya g, this cat dickridah is the mad hater, dont pay him any attention, peope drop some votes, this shit was for fun, and both spit 50 good lines
I see g still got it lyrical narcotics!
dope idea
i, personally, wouldnt waste a good 50 lines for net battles but shit was tight, no doubt
GZus owned
peace
Thanx Tuco, but can you just specify who that vote was for, cos I ain't sure. ONE
Haha, thanx man... but can't accept that as a vote, gotta explain. As it stands:Quote:
Originally Posted by james
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VOTE MUTAHFUCKAZ... and yo Butcher, shit was mad fun son, you came ill no doubt, your shit hit hard son. ONE