Freestyle Battle, bring it Faggots

[OMEGA]

BROTHER,

let me lay it out for ya,

Your words are weak like Havoc's limp wrist
so let me toss you a beat w/ a hot twist.
I kill your chatter w/out remorse or emotion
so put down your Playgirl and the baby lotion
now you are the only person under attack
sweating and nervous you keep lookin back
visions of gun shot ring in your head
terrifying nightmares where you see yourself dead
I live far from the hood in a little rural area
In fact I've got a nice plot where I can bury ya
oh yeah .....that's what I say
turned you upside down and left you in disarray.
I dropped heat on ya w/ out a pause or a hitch
now drop to ya knees and take it like a bitch.

when you were a youth
you had capers and lockes to boot
breakdancing while spinning on your yamika
your mother told you that you are special and thus celbrate hanika

sure you thought you were special, and even a little odd,
but when you had your new Michael Jordans taken from you as your ass was beaten in less than two hits
you said why God?

HE said listen son, you have been fooled by your delusional state, now go back , yeah that right,
and do what your really good at
which is to masturbate

word!

 

[beefybull]

Had to bump this since I am 100% sure that I was the king of freestyling on this thread, and not even Havoc can deny that shiz.

 

[Nathan]

You all are hardcore crackers
Spitting out lyrics like hackers
Don't know nothin' 'bout rhymin'
It's all about the timin'
Gotta set up yo groove
Then fall back and bust a move
Fuck y'all somehtin' fierce
Bet you all get mad leers
Don't nobody jive your retard words
Cause you spittin' out verbal turds
Man alive I gotta fart
Cause lyrically I'm mad smart
You all need to fade away
And let this be your last day
Word

 

[beefybull]

Nathan Nathan Nathan - Put down that dog you're rapin
I'm statin the situation, A lyrical ass-beatin you're facin
No one here can fuckin match me, when I'm kickin facts see
You smell like Wodins poopy slacks, B, so dont attack me
Because no one here can even try to rhyme on my level
All the chron I'm smokins got my eyes lookin like the devil's
But it doesnt matter if I'm sober, or I'm high off the gritchy
You talkin shit like you a soldier, you lie becuz you bitchy
At least you aint a gay like Ryan H-O-M to the izzo
Him and Johnboy and Decem are the ones that he blizows
But sizzo, What the fuck ya gonna do when I'm done typin
Probably drop your head on your keyboard and start cryin
I aint lyin, I'm the best at kickin shit up off my chest
And leavin the rest that are in my prescense blessed
With stress, because they were scared and unprepared
To get roasted like flares with the fuckin lyrics I blared
Are you scared? You best be, no ones better than me
My rhymes are so slick Raina's writin love letters to me
So if anyone out there readin this I got one last quote
Wisdom I spoke in the rhymes I wrote, and I'll gloat
I'm a freestyle Titanic, boys you all just little boats
I'll give Havoc some props and he gets the 2nd place trophy
But in this game you know im tops and all the rest can just blow me

 

[beefybull]

Looks like I scared off the wannabe's...

Anyone brave enough to step up and get roasted?

 

[havoc]

Looks like I scared off the wannabe's...

Anyone brave enough to step up and get roasted?

Step up and get roasted
Your rhymes are sleep aids
Filled with faggotry
Like MC Hammers BK's
I'll take your garbage lyrics
And brand them super gay
You live in San Francisco
I'm from the Home of the Brave
Demolish your antics
With dynamic semantics
Your minds going frantic
Because my shit is gigantic
Can't take the heat
You just shit in your pampers
Your way out of breath
While I'm str8 lamping
I laugh at your wackness
Spit on your face
I'm way ahead in this great paper chase
Put your grill to the monitor
And feel this lyrical mace
Never off beat
Cause I'm always on pace
Razor blades sharp
Your bloods all you taste
Strip away your dignity
Your chest is concave
The battle was won at the start of this race
Who were you saying was in 2nd place
Yeah, thats what I thought
Couldnt be me
My style cant be locked
Due to my autonomy
Left you with nothing
Except your worst fear
Us face to face
With my mic in your rear
So talk all you can
Say what you want
Havoc has spoken
This thread is done.

 

[BodhiDharma]

OWNED

 

[vixenbabe]

The only thing Havoc owns is the "GOLDEN SPATULA" award for his last recipe into the gay bake off! His" CHODE LOAD SURPRISE" won over May1010's "PATTY CAKE CUPCAKES".

 

[havoc]

The only thing Havoc owns is the "GOLDEN SPATULA" award for his last recipe into the gay bake off! His" CHODE LOAD SURPRISE" won over May1010's "PATTY CAKE CUPCAKES".

Pretty good flame for a porn star. peace

 

[vixenbabe]

I dropped my drawers cuz I'm a whore....
Fresh off the press from Hard Tail Express....
HIT REFRESH.....

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