who wants to battle?

[Triggy]

who want beef, i got the oriental menu

got mary's little lamb and the venue, antique rhymes that just value with time i send you

stylin in some fendu, moschino stone island, my bitch got the jimmy choo

what hard living could do, seen rikers isle views, cells next to gotti

hold the shotty no probablys, sprinkle coke in the lobbys

now im on some I.C shit, been the king of the ny district , supply snitches wit the iron 9 biscuit

i serve blizzards, jesus piece from blessed hustling

got 3 16's colder than austin, left blocks wit kitted out coffins

niggas is nothin, im often .....................

shit is too easy.

 

[thedesolateone]

fake drug dealer a squealer when slugs peel ya

meaty sections and plug your new era

screw on the silencer to rob your financer

who moonlights as a freelancer

 

[Triggy]

throw silencers off the guns, fuck the the desolate ones

throw a jewel to this bum, so he can shine for my sons

used to be the stick up G, now its coke cake base sponsor bakery

from fort knox to queen, launderale and staten isle i sling keys, aztec medalions crew sip O.E

some fine iltallion stallion, red and light green, a fiend first dream

your last scheme before orbituary print your family tree

Triggy.

 

[thedesolateone]

big for nothin called trig for nothin
wont sqeeze or pump it
this kids for bluffin you was always suspect
swift kick to your nuggets
fist in your stomach like puppets
get up in this turkeys ass like stuffin
lifers tell you to suck it ,smack you in the head
if you wanna be stubborn
switch from triggy to miss muffet
they now call you pumpkin
ramen noodles and muffins fall from your cupboard

 

[Triggy]

i guess theres no more rules, just morgue filled rooms

when niggas think they goons, get caught wit the rocket, never was a suspect

kaiser sosa paper all day, shit nigga even in your dreams i dont fail

and since you on that nursery fantasy shit, peep a tale

you wont need to read humpty dumpty, to see whose crackin a shell

i prevail, bread fresh never stale / government cheese half a bill in loose treausury mills

you cheap thrills !

 

[RiGGA]

Niggas get ta clappin' at my mans watch you leave wit fewer hands
Homie rollin deep no sleep, straight drop you where you stand, stan
Now if you want the business then call me corporate
But ya looks wont sell cuz ya avi's a self-portrait
This here is just a warning, watch ya tongue nigga
Hollow tips pierce insides, cough up a lung nigga...

 

[Mr K-iller]

Can a N!gga Get His Battle on?

 

[thedesolateone]

you need an explanation for the exclamation
today is the date for your rhymes expiration
im speakin from the year 20 thousand and fifty
excavations turned up fossils of triggy
found with lacerations to the upper torso
but ligature marks show he died of asphyxiation
seems to be a situation of misbehavin skull caved in
by some barbarian
this place was once a desolated area
ruled by a carrier of malaryia
crows brung meat to his bowls made from skulls
left many impaled on poles, a forrest of foes
leavin piles of microphones, poems,and bones
tablecloths was sewn from his epidermis
decoratin his home!

as for your fantasy gun tales
the shit you spit is what you woulda coulda did
later for your ducktales
russian roulette with two bullets in
see if your afraid to pull it then
decapitate half your skull for a bowl of noodles
then make you my own personal zombie using voodoos

 

[Triggy]

their saying watch the throne, wit many drops and clones

circle round the block with the aston chromed glass shit, while its metro cards you hold

train tracks where too many change paths, rainy day on november young body slained on tracks

cuban linx blasting, cuba gooding action's / went from show me the money asking to falling for temptation wack flicks

cant complain or even exagerate this, my money stretched more than gymanstics, paper like wallets in a casket

broke like drop dishes, what is this, when exquistie was the blood that i dripped

now on some I.C fraudelent benefitter spit, im already the best bitch

the portrait that you speaking on, got halle's stalking me through alleys

beyonce's on my off days, so what you on / im in the booth perform the james bond

0091/2, girlies love having bubblebaths with this polymath /

sling 2 for 15, whose implodeez, sold obama his first cali OG kush green / you seen the forensic report on the disolent one

so why try me son, i pop more than shogun / from slums the sewage i popped champagne thru it/

clippers for the judas, roofless coupes for the truest / triggy the ruthless

the god, statues applaud when i grip mic and perform, suwooooooooo dirty blood click

his still on some noodle shit, im louie the 13th sippin oysters and a fried lobster dish

cmon

Implodez dont have to like me, i put a japan flag on his white tee

im who his pops thought he might be, i bake more pies than jailhouse canteen

2 battlers, 2 corpses, MC killer i flamed the liberty torches

moved in eggbox porchses, stop at desolate one before you pop shit

 

[thedesolateone]

polymath?dont make me laugh
you only multitask :
with a dick in your mouth and dick in your ass
your neither sellin coka or gettin chocha
forget your fantasies of kaiser sosa and jailhouse culture
how you the best bitch ?
to make that claim you need atleast two rings
your retirement will be similar to patrick ewings
and beyonce belongs to another man
halle is a bubblehead -nuff said
the desert eagle deflates your super ego
your illusion of grandeurs for stupid people
window shopper that have whitings no lobster
thats not italian pasta thats noodles and ketchup
suits this fake mobster
and your mariquana is bunk no rasta
with the heat i forward my power and chris bosh ya
dont make me start to line up your whole roster
never go out of bounds and criticize this author
or your looking for the penalty of this torture
whats a blood click to guerillas and chewbaccas
even kanye would say im a muthafuckin monster!

 

[love yal]

I come up in this beef thread
I say whoa, what a beef thread?
Its almost time for bed
Put y'all toldders to rest
Trying to call out for a battle thread
I guess the battle thread is in the beef thread
I kick weak line to catch a good fish
Instead, I kick a weak verse, tell you know
You anit cool, what you said
Beef philly cheese steak, my animals punches
Will eat ya eat ya in peace, red, blood, you no thug
Get the raid or black flag, spray those bugs
Call my verses the terminex, n y'all ready for my other verse!

 

[love yal]

You think I'm boring

Wait until I flame tourch you

Like Burger King whoopers

Beef with the cheese and buns

Make sure you read between my lines, dun

Watch yo mouth, who you makin fun of

You no prince, I make yo head smaller like

Soldiers in Mario Brothers, and tell you my lyrics won, son

Cotton ball, uza couch potato, I'm too strong, you cough

When you see my verse, council, countenance, finish you off like countdown!

 

[love yal]

what's up? Anyone wants a match?

 

[PunkRapPrincess]

Funny thing is any fool can try to rhyme

the other part is their boring fables waste my time

We're damned to shitty music ever since we lost Sublime

& these rappers got a fling with these wack ass lines

I ain't even trying & these lames is givin everything

I wonder how long they gonna try is the scary thing

Cuz we don't need garbage & you playin the trash can

Lucky for these scum I take em out like the trashman

 

[PunkRapPrincess]

You are so damn repetitive usin "thread" in every sentence kid

There's other words for beef such as steak or even meat

You just the local forum geek who's tryna get a piece

I'm the new kid I told you once Ima take this like free blunts

& I get higher & surpass these rap cats I call cunts

OOH I'm that dope swear I ascend without a rope

They chokin on my flow cuz it wasn't meant for they throat

I'm comin in hotter than a mothafuckin blue flame

N I'm roasting my "opponents" who cannot survive this game

So come at me bro like the famous quote we all know

I watch Jersey Shore & I still kill these hoes

N if u think it's a wack show

I'LL SHOW YOU UP IN ALL CAPS YO

I did my job & still I want overtime

cuz these forum jocks can't spell, type or rhyme.

THEE END

 

[love yal]

You are so damn repetitive usin "thread" in every sentence kid

There's other words for beef such as steak or even meat

You just the local forum geek who's tryna get a piece

I'm the new kid I told you once Ima take this like free blunts

& I get higher & surpass these rap cats I call cunts

OOH I'm that dope swear I ascend without a rope

They chokin on my flow cuz it wasn't meant for they throat

I'm comin in hotter than a mothafuckin blue flame

N I'm roasting my "opponents" who cannot survive this game

So come at me bro like the famous quote we all know

I watch Jersey Shore & I still kill these hoes

N if u think it's a wack show

I'LL SHOW YOU UP IN ALL CAPS YO

I did my job & still I want overtime

cuz these forum jocks can't spell, type or rhyme.

THEE END

Lol...not bad..pretty cool, how long you been rapping ?

 

[love yal]

Battle beef is what for dinner?
You just a vegetable, fork, plate cleaner
Fatherland, your verse is not a thinker
Fastidious couldn't handel no fastlane
Even if you use a blinker, fastening,
When I say something you become a dreamer
Fashionable defect, get yo skills broken defendant
What does this Punk rap princess want?
She types a hot verse, but can't match one
One on battle thread, you just leave
Drops princess verse once a year, defines
Fear, while I serve you a few lines, quickly
Ruin yo career, causes defeatism, you lost
Like continental secert, giving you a bird flu fever!

 

[CA_chapter_One]

Battle raps? Kill it i aint even with the small talk

rappers think they ill till they body lined with chalk

go against me? You got to crawl before you walk

yall niggas gazelles im a lion on the stalk

tiger in my blood call it charlie sheen

with no drugs in my systems my lifes a dream

so tell me what yo life like

i used to drop cash pop bottles blow a thousand in one night

real talk that was the military life

im in chi town grindin

so my daughter could have a better life

but this a battle right

treat you like cattle right

chop niggas with ill rhymes and butcher knifes

slice necks sevre arms you losin life

spit air to ground missiles make ya town take flight

and imma let that mother fucker burn

battle raps? Kill it mother fuckers better learn

 

[chilly]

Lmao 8 mile ass nigga.

 

[CA_chapter_One]

8 mile ass nigga huh lol fuck all dat

Lmao 8 mile ass nigga.