Battle Raps

[love yal]

Phd fighter, still firing as lighter
Cars importuner surrounded , you no typer
You still wack, these simple bars, you can't get any tighter
They talk too much, you have no wisedom, probly no fighter
You soft like marshmellow, or your fighting style playdo, you won't get better
If was sports, no one will sign you, you can try out for sports, you too fat, no clever
When come to snacks, okay maybe a goaly, but you still slow, anyone can score, you not better
Smash you with a Porshe, run you over, what ever weak raps you got, its horrible like bad football weather
Not nice, you fruiter than taking a break on bench drinkining all the gatorade, you fat kid, you badnews, never clever
You can't handel the pressure of the curve ball or football, your bodyweight will pass out, you too weak, you make your teammates
Make there face redder, if you think of writing rhymes, you too wack, you'll probly a biter, or wack writer..

 

[love yal]

Can't pass the class

Give you lyrics, that will hurt yo external ear

Feel awful in class, yo external carotid arery no good as your exenteris

Get on the exercise stress test, see you ain't winning or try exercise tolerance test

Or learn the exfoliate, while exfloiation while disappearing in yo body, by biopsy

Expendabel, yo medical you need more dental supplies, disposer, you not strong as exostosis

Its extracorporeal how you getting dismiss, as extirpation, rhymes using extenison or oppposite

Extraoral, what you got another wack video, or yo wack movies, your style proly extrasystole or opposite

We don't know check yo external fixation device, your flows get remove as eviscerate, as you guys got no potential..

 

[deaththreats]

Phd fighter, still firing as lighter

Cars importuner surrounded , you no typer

You still wack, these simple bars, you can't get any tighter

They talk too much, you have no wisedom, probly no fighter

You soft like marshmellow, or your fighting style playdo, you won't get better

If was sports, no one will sign you, you can try out for sports, you too fat, no clever

When come to snacks, okay maybe a goaly, but you still slow, anyone can score, you not better

Smash you with a Porshe, run you over, what ever weak raps you got, its horrible like bad football weather

Not nice, you fruiter than taking a break on bench drinkining all the gatorade, you fat kid, you badnews, never clever

You can't handel the pressure of the curve ball or football, your bodyweight will pass out, you too weak, you make your teammates

Make there face redder, if you think of writing rhymes, you too wack, you'll probly a biter, or wack writer..

Really good stucture on this one..almost rhymed through the whole verse...

 

[thedesolateone]

rules of engagement ,no patients

bomb hospitals right away

no survivors

firefights forget improvised explosion devices

send in my sick deranged men to slaughter microphone laymans

the mental rhyme caveman who discovered fire

my reptilian brain began to utilize it

lines come together like verizon creating horizons

that turn rappers to ash to be blown away

gravitate and consumed by helium and hydrogen

 

[love yal]

Really good stucture on this one..almost rhymed through the whole verse...

Thanks for letting me know, most voters said I needed more rhymes most of my verses, but hows are my punchlines and multies? Are they strong and solid?

 

[love yal]

They ain't feeling style maybe because they ain't bright
Speacially when they blowing themself out the mic
They right what they heard about the flow
Kills no patients, no dissing who flows, n blast mics
The lyrics we adapt, have ill m.c's, they kiss there boy's Knights
They couldn't destory, a thing, but embarressed themself saying they tight
They probly bite more wood then a beaver's, how they still trying be bright
Your wild safari is no wilding, once they hear raw of my boys speakers, y'all are not tight
Your raps are not tight, you light weight, you drop out, you not bright, you can't slam dunk my height sight!

 

[love yal]

Lucky charm, Irish smoothie, you no celtics

Late Saint Patricks day you no go green light you got pinched

Cuz you no West, I still number 9 and Allen 20..still 2pt. Shot all yal verses

Match you up in match, like Twisted Metal, make mind yo forget like dementia

Have fans dip you in acid like salsa. I kick these simple raps, to you simple wacks

Then I trick you like Shaq, pass a hot verse, and you still couldn't slam dunk like Ronde from Celtics.

 

[love yal]

Have my rhymes manslaughter you like killer in mansion
Secerts verses place on mantel, bring that heat like mantelpieace
Light like napkins, then disappear like what happenend?
Institute your style to another level like instinct instill you still get the slapping
Institution what you try instigate, and find yourself of instant replay of defeats, you slacking
You mindnumbling, that text reader are bored, you get torn, my killing is natural born
You sound like Korn, when my bars drop appeal hits like Nirvana, face it, you too basic like child porn.
Poker face your games, poision ivy your series, leave you clueless dismissed, your kicklines were never attacking.

 

[love yal]

Step matches like Tim Mcgraw

Or call me Grath Brooks, you no competition

Like guitar match, even couldn't square dance

After brawls of bars, leave your texture dumb

I win like cards, uza pair b.c kicks, no ketchup

Yo lines are no cars, get Rundown left you hiding

Under a Rock.

 

[love yal]

Once the thermotherapy enters
You and your third-degree burn won't last
The third molar be so pissed off, the body becomes
Thoracic surgeon, its all in the mind, while y'all
Take therapeutic drug monitoring, signature like therapeutic touch
Your burns, yo pains vanish quickly once I start texting
Like Alcohol pads, peroxide, my verse heals acne and huge pimples
Scars any wound's, y'all try to give me, I'm something like therapeutic dose
Or Dermatologist, my degree's destroy yo dermatomyositis, you no texting surgeon.

 

[love yal]

You type so hard, you get brain dead

Menke disease syndrome, yo raps are no brain freeze

Thread lyrical similar menix or meninges speak yo text wreck

Bread toast, red chips, read yo lyrics, menopause will leave you

Brain sweat, have bars leaving you thinking worse than Edward Sissorshands.

 

[maxseveneight]

check the steez

brotha please

cats running scared of me like their allergic of bees

or nervous like they lost their keys

check D's

wanna beat my flow i say no

stay chillin 10 below

my dogs super like krypto

sick like swallowing skoal tobacco

you must be wacko

 

[maxseveneight]

watch my evolution

360 degrees of revolution

when i step up brothas are shocked like electricution

your rhymes diluted

watered down

mines ice cold

like a dog off the chain

uncontrolled

lyrical justice i uphold

lock it down with no parole

 

[Clova]

CLICK OR DIE SLO

 

[love yal]

Look at yo artwork

Pretty wack and worthless

Every rhyme line time I type, you forfit

Church, search, lurch, what you worth, you get burn by tourch

Only time you can be call fire, wired, hire, your style retired, I put in work

While you get, tooken, shooken, leave lost like looking up in the clouds, get murked by a fork.

 

[RiGGA]

Niggas tryna rhyme but they aint checkin for the syllables
Catch me in the kitchen whippin raw and mixin' chemicals
Lines empirical, in the hood im street credible
Ridin 'round wit a bitch that swear my meat edible
Finna blow, I'm tellin you
Dont think these is wolf tickets I'm sellin you
Cuz that's 187 when the Wesson blew
--Rigga

 

[thedesolateone]

your wesson blew but hit nathan
destroy your rap aspirations on some wes craven
this iron makes you to a maiden
rock and roll your dome and buried out in the country
tell her my nuts got more protein than meat if the bitch hungry
you couldnt cook ramen noodles
your a bird but you aint cuckoo
187 yourself and lose your scruples

 

[RiGGA]

your wesson blew but hit nathan
destroy your rap dreams on some wes craven
this is the iron that turns you to a maiden
rock and roll your dome and buried out in the country
tell her my nuts got more protein than meat if the bitch hungry
you couldnt cook ramen noodles
your a bird but you aint cuckoo
187 yourself and lose your scruples

Foolish child wanna battle me?
Chop off ya arms in the middle of the Pacific; now get to paddling
Ya bitch on my dick I tell her get to saddling
Verbal casualties while I'm spittin factually
You on some fake shit but me I do it naturally
Wait, Actually
I even got goon's ready for dat Action, g
know some killaz that'll leave ya mouth foaming; lookin all raggedy
And ion even gangbang; You can't fuckin' faction me
--Rigga

 

[thedesolateone]

Foolish child wanna battle me?
Chop off ya arms in the middle of the Pacific; now get to paddling
Ya bitch on my dick I tell her get to saddling
Verbal casualties while I'm spittin factually
You on some fake shit but me I do it naturally
Wait, Actually
I even got goon's ready for dat Action, g
know some killaz that'll leave ya mouth foaming; lookin all raggedy
And ion even gangbang; You can't fuckin' faction me
--Rigga

start off ok but you cant go the distance
im far out like 93 million miles away
and still blind your vision
ya need to practice more and stop being an actress who plays a whore
pimp-smack you with a blow that lay you on the floor
no homo let itzgravitational fuck you raw
hee haw haw haw;you get it on may 4th
bar for bar i got four bars
that will make you think im from mars
for your comedy show ill give you applause
your really be among the stars

 

[RiGGA]

start off ok but you cant go the distance

im far out like 93 million miles away and still blind your vision

ya need to practice more and stop being an actress who plays a whore

pimp-smack you with a blow that lay you on the floor

no homo let itzgravitational fuck you raw

hee haw haw haw;you get it on may 4th

bar for bar i got four bars

that will make you think im from mars

for your comedy show ill give you applause

your really be among the stars

Hold on, wait; I can't go the distance?

I'm bout to lap you up and the whole IC's the witness

You see I'm about business so fake niggas can't feel this

But know I'm the realest; you got a fitted cap? I peel this

So don't ask why when they chant Rigga be's the realest

--Rigga