Battle Raps

[love yal]

Yo forget what they say own the world
Bars of threats thinking they can play you
Karate, kung fu, you bite like post doctarn
What movie, none of yo wonder years verses don't
Move me, you slut, hoe, pony ryder, broken ruff ryder
Buts still cool, apropos aptitude, no wonder you got a sex change
Appreciate after talking about yo crew, you the top writer, what a lier, you just lame! no street fighter!

 

[love yal]

Barcadi 151, your soul is drunk like vodka
You still stumbling, look at you sweating
Why you so scared, get ranned over like Jumanji
Chopp you up before they even Vald the Butcher
Knives, bats, ninja stars, have yo crew beaten black n blue
Bleeding, state that crap a battle rap, no daps, just a punchline
A good way to keep a good ring lines, rhymes, you out of luck you wasting my time!
Just kidding, swing bats like Jeter and Griffey, call it show time!

 

[RiGGA]

Son...

I feel sorry for these netcees, verb wrestling

nerd guessing, what lines is hot but it's not

rhymes rock-y like jet ski's

can't ride the wave, shoulda stayed

on XBOX cuz his rhymes played

next doc, niggas skippin over ya shit

hop-scotch, miss me wit that hip-pop

niggas go missin over my spit, pa

Shit is real out here cousin, ya heard I be buzzin'

The burner is bustin, the murder was nothin'

I lay 'em down

 

[love yal]

They wanna text like child labor
They on my bars like school of piranhas
These fake sawft cakes, give them a lesson like Equal rights
Smack them like the Jury's stiil out, you wack on mic's
Weak on stage, forget the booth, rap city don't want you
Get a life, like ninjas on the phone, lines are tight like wireless
Its childless, provision, that why you da on cell, to get that support!

 

[love yal]

Sometimes that have to shut up
If we cut there heads off
They can see, or text the m.cee
These jealous m.cee, are too greedy
And envy, how they won't to war
Part of me, put short cakes back in box
And mailed them, to country that will eat them
Really, for surely, they be sucking, punches
Is my only verse is that touching
Weopon killer knives is the fastest way
To kill those crack head text cee!
Buried them, and burn them to ashes
A good way for a battle death-cesed!!

 

[love yal]

They don't have the rights of arbitration

Watch them suffer and cry, a fair representation

Body torn in pieaces call it association

Torso sliced check the insides organization

They got a mouth use it well, tounge teeth

Ripped off for your information, you can't

Have the action, concession are cold like murded labor relation!

 

[love yal]

Looking them escaping, they can't handle

The Doom I finish you already bars death to signal

They try there hardest, they get killed like mic nights

In Michigan, there better off going back to their jobs like strategic missions!

 

[thedesolateone]

love yal gets slugged out then drugged out, i aint talkin extasy
when i squash you im gonna say its because you bugged out
your flow strait ass ,i mean buns no sesame seeds
i encode my flows so you cant see what the recipe reads
yeah you improvin, homes...but im wilson
that means you get some credit but im the source of the wisdom
your watered down to my non-filtered
off the meter 9.5 on the ricter knock niggas off kilter
nobody want it i shut down summer tournaments
got niggaz dreading their turn again
no pen, i drip this dope with a syringe
grab your attention like current events ,binge spit like im going in for revenge
sublims at nappy heads with they shirt off,get hit in the dome and suffer word loss
if you hit him in his bird chest it would make him birdwalk
if he be the no. 1 stunna kissin goblins
would it be easy or harder to sell his organs?
take note that this ether could save you or be your poison

 

[RiGGA]

love yal gets slugged out then drugged out, i aint talkin extasy

when i squash you im gonna say its because you bugged out

your flow strait ass ,i mean buns no sesame seeds

i encode my flows so you cant see what the recipe reads

yeah you improvin, homes...but im wilson

that means you get some credit but im the source of the wisdom

your watered down to my non-filtered

off the meter 9.5 on the ricter knock niggas off kilter

nobody want it i shut down summer tournaments

got niggaz dreading their turn again no pen, i drip this dope with a syringe

grab your attention like current events ,binge spit like im going in for revenge

sublims at nappy heads with they shirt off,get hit in the dome and suffer word loss

if you hit him in his bird chest it would make him birdwalk

if he be the no. 1 stunna kissin goblins

would it be easy or harder to sell his organs?

take note that this ether could save you or be your poison

There's some truth in ya spit but watch me turn ya into a martyr

Bodyin' faggots, damn stare at my picture harder

You a sensational homo, hold up that's contradictory

You claim you got a girl but that don't mean shit to me

Ya heterosexuality is history, gone wit the wind

Starin' at my avi wit Jergen's commitin sin'

Sayin love yal's gettin better, nigga who is you to say

All ya rap joints in pain, nigga you bengay

 

[thedesolateone]

got bout a month left 'fore your lyrical death
none of your digs can reach my lyrical depths
your not in lyrical fitness your in need of sets of lyrical reps
far from eminem your feminen i disregard your physical sex
bird chest look like prepubesant breast
type to moon niggaz to call them gay
place you back in the closet after bullets fold you,give you no less then six
old dogs learn new tricks ill teach you a lesson bitch

 

[RiGGA]

got bout a month left 'fore your lyrical death

none of your digs can reach my lyrical depths

your not in lyrical fitness your in need of sets of lyrical reps

far from eminem your feminen i disregard your physical sex

bird chest look like prepubesant tits

type to moon niggaz to call them gay

place you back in the closet after bullets fold you,give you no less then six

old dogs learn new tricks ill teach you a lesson bitch

You're a technical MC, I'm a spectacle on TV

You got structure but your attacks don't puncture easy

Nigga I'm talkin greasy, they love that slick shit

but All your lines is cheesy, mixed with some basic quick-wit

I see you still talkin bout my picture but I ain't fuckin wit ya

Skinny nigga wit the heat, I skillet grease lit ya

On fire, you fuckin flamer...Admire the sire, ya girl tired

of the irony but can you blame her?

You in public with her, but you staring at him

There's some big booty bitches but you GLARING at them

Oh that's disgusting? Faggot nigga's dick-hustling

Get it on the low, get it get it on the low

Ya whole style is homo, you lack an avi so nobody'll know

I'm bodying folk, Bitch nigga eat this .44

Lyrical revolver at ya front, ho

Catching more sacks than Romo

For those who don't know

I rock his shit, you too (U2) I'm Bono

Son give up lol..you not fuckin wit me, go back to battling love yal lmao

 

[thedesolateone]

knock blocks off like jenga, return of the avatar changer
practicing espionage, the art of sabotage,bombs release razors
russian roulette revolvers with six-shot chambers
aint shit about me basic, my bars leave you in homeostasis
but i dont catch cases detective STILL looking for traces
no need for a facelift
oh the irony,your verse reads like your closet diary
down right i spit flames :these words are fiery
you in the minor leagues, you sweet honey
your insides get ate out by bees
even when im fucking your bitch, you aint fucking with me
you be duckin ,-struck, then get dizzy
your a rhyme premmie
should of been a sperm shot on the t.v.
your dad agrees with me
your no pimp, only your wrist limps
fracture your own hand bones squeezin the 44 ,wimp
bullets enter your soft core, lead the size of pencils
youll be buried in the sand dunes with all your essentials
you narcissistic? why you lookin constipated in pictures
condolences on walls of facebook niggaz
leave your braids to your widow or rest on the casket pillow
when i pass this special
this verse is a sickness thats unlisted
when i blackout
you get violated in a violent vacuum of viciousness
i flow with the martial art of water techniques
you never saw my webbed feet
i decompose dead meat
if you bono, im jackson- bo knows
elbows fracture nose bones
quick-wit southpaw punches fast to shatter your whole dome:
like what metal is to rock & roll
in front of your crew ,tell goons : hold them,
unorthodox, im off the docks
corks will pop
after the rockets red glare,bombs bursting in air
as my flow smash your torso against rocks
cut-out pic from a crowd of people
gas-release ether in pounds of lethal

 

[thedesolateone]

love yal shall bow and throw in the towel
like helping out around the house
dont coward out
you afraid and in shock like when the powers out
and owls are out
who who who are you: nobody
so they will find no body
you should try to learn karate
the mic strangler provokes anger
the mangler dangles ya
so you know im not a friend:chandler
my hand hurts
it went through the lens of your camera
like a neander

 

[RiGGA]

Damn...how long does it take you to finish a verse?

Know you wasn't handling business with her

It was you wit the skirt, out creeping with John Doe

Late at night, right? Wit ya silly putty hard like bondo

He Rondo, shootin for the green

Cuz you payin him to be on ya team

Doc Rivers I shiver at ya scheme

it seems you undercover, brotha

Unravel the sheets and they will seek you with another brotha

Summer lovers catch 'em at the 4 seasons

Say you saw me there and on my nation, that's treason you peasant

I'm a boss wit about four or five mistresses

You done lost wit a lotta cross dresses it's

really a shame you a lame, lackin game

while I'm splackin ya dame

Bring the bitch around me, I'm CUMin for brain

Son I’m just sayin, you don't want her mayne

I deliver the pain…as for you, when did she came?

The answer doesn’t exist, like a buzzard with fists

You soft custard, a dish, I’m off hustler ambit (ambish)

i, o, you know until the n (end)

I, go, so, exuberant maneuverin

Through shitheads, maneur-men

Who truer than that guy under my name

I’m a weapon of Mass destruction

Reincarnate of the slain, Saddam Hussein

 

[thedesolateone]

mentality of the surgeon is disturbin
put work in on 8 hour verses
commitin murders then eatin animal burgers
its unnervin servin menstrual blood of virgins
head swirlin,earlin killin beast of burden
eat detergent and close the curtain
begin the cursin
pain in your stomach begins to worsen
the throat is thirstin
pass the scapel, small incision in adams apple
line begins to wrestle,my tackle attract makeral
retrieve a carvin knife from my satchel
who is blowin tabbacco smoke up his asshole
this pussy stinks
after battle i lyrically execute at the gallows
then get mcdonalds
after sniffin two dope lines of verse
page the nurse

i

 

[RiGGA]

mentality of the surgeon is disturbin
put work in on 8 hour verses
commitin murders then eatin animal burgers
its unnervin servin menstrual blood of virgins
head swirlin,earlin killin beast of burden
eat detergent and close the curtain
begin the cursin
pain in your stomach begins to worsen
the throat is thirstin
pass the scapel, small incision in adams apple
line begins to wrestle,my tackle attract makeral
retrieve a carvin knife from my satchel
who is blowin tabbacco smoke up his asshole
this pussy stinks
after battle i lyrically execute at the gallows
then get mcdonalds
after sniffin two dope lines of your verse
i page the nurse

i

yo I'm diggin the rhymes that shit flows nice but I see you pretty much threw in the towel lol cuz this really isn't much of a diss/battle verse

 

[thedesolateone]

no white flag waving
i paratroop from the plane and
reuse the parachute for drag racing
impatient to break your face in
i blast out the station
got brass knuckles for the occassion
one punch leaves you slumped like sack lunch
then im pickin you up and
droppin your garbage ass off at mass dumps
as the truck backs up
return to fuck your white trash cunt,after we pass the blunt give her what her ass want
bust all over her grief,she forgets you and miss me
the legacy left in her stomach for future histories
im way too sick for antihistimines
your just lame and stiff like bootleg figurines
bang your bitch on top of your grave
strait disrespect she salivates and fellates
so get ghost cause you been dead
in other words you cant touch me and you can rest
before i eat your flesh and drink your blood at the eucharist
find seclusion quick
when you can do this then you can diss
numerous punches from the mic pugilist
skilled in his use of fist
summer lovers pull back the covers you find your mother
start to stutter and shudder
cause im squirtin milk from her udders
supplex the pussy like hulk hogan brotha!
turn your five mistresses
to five missing bitchez
only hint im givin is: it wasnt seven midgets
you let the moleman in your tunnel
even gulp from funnels
changed your avi pic to a full frontal
then started your gay rebuttals
the manure man puts his stallion inside your black beauty
then smack that bootie she throw the ass back to me
i leave her fat snatch drooling
take it out her ass crack rudely ,then smash that coochie!

there no coming back from that bwa hahahahah

 

[dub361]

its the young hispanc

with a school flavor

ya wanna battle the kid

niggggaaaa.

do us a favor

rehearese ya best verse

strenghten ya punch lines

i cant spit a flow fa shit

but i can punch nines

haaa just kiddin i dont rap.. lol yall some cold wit it tho

 

[RiGGA]

no white flag waving

i paratroop from the plane and

reuse the parachute for drag racing

impatient to break your face in

i blast out the station

got brass knuckles for the occassion

one punch leaves you slumped like sack lunch

then im pickin you up and

droppin your garbage ass off at mass dumps

as the truck backs up

return to fuck your white trash cunt,after we pass the blunt give her what her ass want

bust all over her grief,she forgets you and miss me

the legacy left in her stomach for future histories

im way too sick for antihistimines

your just lame and stiff like bootleg figurines

bang your bitch on top of your grave

strait disrespect she salivates and fellates

so get ghost cause you been dead

in other words you cant touch me and you can rest

before i eat your flesh and drink your blood at the eucharist

find seclusion quick

when you can do this then you can diss

numerous punches from the mic pugilist

skilled in his use of fist

summer lovers pull back the covers you find your mother

start to stutter and shudder

cause im squirtin milk from her udders

supplex the pussy like hulk hogan brotha!

turn your five mistresses

to five missing bitchez

only hint im givin is: it wasnt seven midgets

you let the moleman in your tunnel

even gulp from funnels

changed your avi pic to a full frontal

then started your gay rebuttals

the manure man puts his stallion inside your black beauty

then smack that bootie she throw the ass back to me

i leave her fat snatch drooling

take it out her ass crack rudely ,then smash that coochie!

there no coming back from that bwa hahahahah

Ahh shit, I see you stepped it up a lil bit on this one..

Nigga stay up out my business

Or it’s a murder scene wit the IC as the witness

You first up on my hitlist, get this… nigga butt hurt I changed my picture

Let my dick breathe..welcome back my sack missed ya

No homo It’s Mista Cee, checkin to see

Another pic of me

He won’t stop, and when he drops

nigga tongue wrestles the D

Stop it B,

Before I cock it, pop it

And the socket let off three

Hollows leave that cavity, I spaz wit the

Heat that choose to rule the streets tragically

I’m stylin’ so emphatically

you wildin’ oh so faggotly

Knock off ya snapback when I cap at thee

Urban casualty, another death is in the books

I leave em shook as he stirs in up his nook

What they tell you ‘bout half-way crooks? Foolish…

Stop feeding off my pictures son I haven't talked about your bitch ass butterfly once lol...

 

[thedesolateone]

smoke bomb
emerge from clouds like ninjas
hashish assasins of you and your kindred
if not killed outright were atlease injured
but none of them endured
being lit on fire and burnt to a cinder
skillful and polished
under the cover of darkness
the color artist dabs your blood to paint the walls with
coulda had a v8 and went to college
had such a bright future before this,
instead 'fore you reached 28 youve been demolished,
stabbed up with kitanas, feed to piranas
ive been described as a cannible with fangs like a walrus
hovering over rigganomics caucus like muhammad
im a beast ,simian out the cambrian,current champion
meaning i'll put you to sleep like a dreamin man peeing
i have no contenders amongst sentient beings
dynamite and c4
secure my cargo to my chics car
then my chics car go to chicago
no driver....
:remote car bomb operated from an app on my iphone
address on gps good-bye implodes
*his home explodes *