lounge rap battle

PLURmonster's a sick fuck, and L2R ain't gangsta



yo yo somebody get me a new mic. I'm tired of these fake rappers prancin around like they on top. You on the bottom! Wipe my Nikes off while you down there...

yo yo turn them fuckin headphones up man...
 
Yo ballz...here's the mic

*throws mic to ballz*

And your nikes aren't dirty...they just ugly.
 
i'll wreck these hoes on a 3 dollar sound board
2 dollar mic with a orange extension cord

New talkin shit he's about to get his ass bored
by a strap on and the tip is a sharp sword

Bout to show these kids who's the real slum lord
rappers act funny they my son like Pauly Shore

Can't see me cuz my ice cause eye sores
Realest rapper out old ladies say praise the lord
 
I got more flow, than J'Lo
after she's overdosed and is commatose,
with her legs in the air and cum in her hair,
i'd share if i'd care
but you aint got nothing, so just stare.

yeah.

I got no flo' yo. :(
 
Hey Ballz, how's my mic?
Cuz your rhymes failed worse than the third reich
And my ass can take more punishment than your pride
I'll enjoy every second, while you cry on the side
You ice ain't nothing b'sides plastic bits
That blind me cuz they're pieces-o-shits
But you right 'bout one thing I see
All the other kids sound like pee
I make the world quake and the ground shake
I'd like to meet another poser to overtake!

P.S.Your Nikes still ugly;)
 
x to the c compared himself to j lo
they both grab my saber like my name was han solo

me? white jeans, puffy shirt, hat by polo
pimp harder than this, i think he's gone loco
 
I rock eye patches, gold teeth and big guns
New sees me in the street and poop comes out his buns
 
Captainballs growin' loco
i just saw cthullu and had eatin' a taco
I didn't shit from seein' his "guns" flappin'
I saw his ass and died from laughin'
 
Yo anybody that knows, knows: I'm the boss of this shit. Kids ain't got nothin on me, they can't do nothin with me. I flow from a place they can't understand. I'ma sleep on this, and you betta hope I wake up in a good mood cuz if not I'ma end you fake rappers.

Talkin bout tacos and shit. N**** you work at taco bell!
 
Yeah-'bout that flowin' bit?
I ain't understand sumptim' comin' from shit!
All I see is fake from ballz
An' I see fake at all yallz
Yous' the boss of shit?
Yous' A model T engine that won't quit!
And yous' also be dreamin' 'bout me?
Yous' gonna have nightmares, that's alls you see!
 
all y'all chillen taking space with your angsty teenage whinein'
ya motivatin' me to break of some more o' my bad rhymin'
captainballs rolls in throwin doubts at my hardknockership
when his four line posts in this rapp battle are just a crock'o'shit
benefit and tokey flirt again, i wonder when they'll fuck
dat nigga new throws his best but his basics outta luck
xcidium and sardonic busting funnies on the sheet
the only mofo that can compete is my evil dogg bruceleet
 
New comes into the battle tryin ta act all hard
but he's about ta limp out bleeding, tacked like a dart board
attacked with a sharp sword, I slice and dice this sucker mc
cook him into a meal and feed it to his family
maniacally panicking, your softer than air
feeble like an infant, you're barely fit to stop and stare
at this rare occasion, mehm spits quick like an asian doing math
so call it quits on this rhyming shit...or at least get out of my path
:D
 
L2R, you must've been scarred
By a nigga like me who rocked you hard
You cover your hide while
Your beats slide
But you still act like a ho I barred
Mehm's like a new meme
For a minute he's Queen
Then his ass get's forgotten
While beat-up and shot, then
Buried in a grave marked Sheen
 
mehm and new from their hinds bust bad rhymes
but with this post i own them three times
i spurt my words in your eyes, makes you shout
"there' no doubt he'll win this rapp bout"
just got a call, my brand new fridge is arrivin
i shouldn't be wasting my time here just jivin
but before i jet, let me tell you one thing
if ya dream about crashin 'n my ring
my funnies'll smash with a ZIIIING
leavin ya broke burning ass with a sting
 
alright, listen up and you'll learn a lesson or 2
Right now, Im about to make a confession to you
Yall don't know me and I don't know you too
But one thing I know is that we're brothers, through and through
Life's a fucked game I tell you, fair it ain't mind you
In life, you live and learn, take whats given and make do

I've fought and feared, shed and bled, yeah lifes been tough,
been there, done that, rode that train and yeah that ride was rough
Give me a chance and I'll do it again cuz I still ain't had enough
Fuck hatred, fear, and all the other bullshit, love and life is what I'm all about
Now, I look up with hope in my eyes, always, cus I believe without a doubt

Grew up poor so I ain't a show-off, but I ain't afraid to show all
that I strived and struggled, hit that wall, and now I'm standing tall
I don't back down or get pushed around,and alway willing to play ball
When you grow up fast, you either grow strong or down you fall
Glad I made it to become who I am and here right now to spit to yall
 
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You stand tall, but I cut ya down,
Multiple gunshots make the public brown,
Their pants, so wrong, ain't a fashion tip,
I saw ya buy Sketchers and ya momma flipped.
 
if you wanna cut me down, you'll need to sharpen your words and tongue
make the public brown?, what does that mean son?
Your rhyming is wack, random shit like that suppose to be flow?
like bla, bla, clickity clack and I'm suppose to say "oh No?"
I ain't afraid so fire back, that is if you still want some mo
You got a gun, so what, lI got a nuke 10 megaton
but I ain't gonna go defcon on you cuz this is just all for fun
 
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