Freestyle Battle, bring it Faggots

[J-DAM]

this is getting to be more than i can handle
the only 'funk' you got ends with a Wagnall
ya'll tryin to play like you're hardcore
but you have no idea whats still in store
for you, hell i'll fuck up your whole crew
leave your face bloodied, sayin "what the fuck he do?"
i could come like wu-tang sayin my rhymes will slice you like a dagger
like mobb deep's shook ones, i'll leave you with a wobble and a stagger
but that style of rhymin is played out like chutes and ladder
this aint no fuckin mad libs, so just cease that damn chatter
come correct son and you'll gain my respect
and with that, you'll be spared from hitting the deck
yo, i'm getting phat, time to do some alphabet aerobics
j-dam is still the man, dont tell me you didnt know this..

 

[addickt]

Your game is as weak as your sorry ass bench
Not even as strong as your girlfriends pussy stench
I do not have time to indulge all you bitches
I gotsta get busy and make me some riches
You fools are wasting your time, all that shit you can talk
While I am in your crib, your girls mouth 'round my cock

 

[Lao Tzu]

Bring that shit
you punk ass doper
interloper
i'm about to run a showcase
on your weak little ass
get your grass, and your hash
I'll stick it in the back alley way
talking shit, 'im so big'
you ain't nothin but a weak lil kid

 

[havoc]

Nordstrom, your the gayest yet
Talking shit like Kit
This aint Knight Ryder bitch
But now your on my list
As I approach the scene
You at your best
Cant match me at 13
Know what I mean
I deviate from the mean
Your in for a beating
While I'm always exceeding
Deleting your greeting
With light like speeding
Step away from the monitor
One thing I promise ya
Your the Buster Douglas on here
I'm Tyson strong arming ya
Next time watch yourself
Havocs bad for your health
My virus like lyrics
Are undercover like Stealth
Go back to your seat
Son wash your feet
Put your pajamas on
And scrub your stank ass teeth
Tuck yourself into bed
Let yourself know
Your chance at me
Was around Zero

BIIIIAAAAATTTTCCCCHHH.

Go home sucka!

 

[Kelso]

123 to the abc
callin out the H-A-V-O-C
you couldn't step to thee,
nah touch this like the top of a tree,
your cd dun sell, I got it for free
from a Sears catalogue, next to the b-bq's
verbal finesse you lack,
I type this fast, speed like snapping necks
you should've wore your spelling proof vest,
nouns and adverbs get lifted with the herbs,
long-haired man dem get kicked to curb,
disturbed, atmosphere
you couldn't steer, even with them training wheels
2 dollar feels, all you can manifest.
off that girl with the DD chest.
wearing a training bra, R. Kelly
K Y Jelly... You sound like Nelly.
pop your ass back in a can,
battle raps you couldn't stand,
bland is what you taste,
peeps make haste quickly when I enta
but not remixed like Photek
you betta come correct.

ez. big d.

 

[havoc]

Say Kelso

Saying I aint dope
When I say you punk ass scoping
You were on my dick
As my lyrics got you open
Too hot to handle
Bitch I cant stand you
Punk ass kid getting blown out like Orlando
Your wack and small
As I get get paid in full
Its a shame
Havoc hangs your ass like a picture frame
Booyakah
Fuck who you are
Didnt get your name
Take what you want
And you still cant ease the pain
So let the brains blow
As I say fuck this
Creating havoc and ruckus
On all yall sucka ass fuckas
Your rhymes are unstable
Let me guess the name of your label
Its "faggot mc's"
Spinning you like a turntable
So go check your self
Now you know the limit
Did this crap in.......oh let me check my watch
Yep 1 minute


Bring it suckas!

Been rhyming since Conscious badges and the Beat Street Premier. peace

 

[rippedtrojan]

fuck you
fuck you
fuck you
and most of all
fuck you

 

[Kelso]

you claiming old school,
but you just another old fool,
the only thing open is your head when you stumbled and hit the floor,
when I stole your thread,
right from under your feet,
you skinny like McGrady,
couldn't stand the Heat
don't be mislead,
You can't stop this threat,
seriously dead,
should be your mc name,
cus no one gives a fuck what you said,
unstable, can't grasp a handle,
on how to bring it to me
I'm all over
so you sit in a corner
writing your shit out
while I straight keying my words out
not above the clouds
but level with the shroud,
mystical like the turin,
everyday be learnin'
to take out keystylers
they passin out like flyers

yeah.

 

[tybz28]

They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo tybz28, yo bro, you usin big words
I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act

 

[havoc]

Good stuff in here.
But I can't be faded.
Keep them coming.
Peace