LETS BATTLE! open to anyone

[Now_Im_Not_Banned]

Note: It was a rhyme, I didnt mean to really dis you or have beef, people do that when they F/S...Peace man, No Beef

[Sikotic™]

Ahhhhhhhhhh shit//
Bdogg is making his lyrical return tonight//
I be the nigga with the trigga and I'mma set it off right//
Like a true Assassin I am never off target//
I aim, spray and leave before any of y'all saw it//
And this is just a sample of Expertice//
Wasup ITW, NIK and Style//
Peace//

[Now_Im_Not_Banned]

You're 13 too, ya just afraid to admit it/
I can think of betta rhymes while I'm shittin/
Don't take it so personaly, this is lyrical combat/
We gotta diss eachother, but only I'm phat/
You suck! thats a fact/
I don't give a fuck what you say, I'll neva take that back/
you aint a real mack/
like 10/
You betta give the mic up when.../
You cant think of shit to say/
And rhyme the same things every single day/
Who gives two fucks if I'm young?/
You still can't rap like me cuz I'm The Top Gun/
Like Tom Cruise/
You'll get bruised/
When you hear me spit/
Cuz I'm as a hard as a duece duece/
When you get hit/
With my dope ass lyrics/
I'm hearin 2Pacs spirit/
Tellin me to flow on/
But 2Pac is wrong/
Cuz I dissed you bad enough/
I can easily blow you out, with just one puff/

No beef homie, it's just lyrical combat, peace

[Sikotic™]

Only a faggot would compare himself to Tom Cruise//
You must be deasperate//
Since you be fuckin animals in the zoo//
You can't get a girl so you say the animals will do//
Fuck it just end your life//
It would be the best thing you could do//
Cause people like you don't got a clue//
Da Assassin is like a one-man hater killin' crew//
Y'all ain't even prepared for the devastation I will ensue//
Because unlike you, I be keepin it true//
Now look at ya//
Jaws dropped, fearin' for your life//
Just give me all your money and everything'll be aight/
That's right//
You ain't got shit to your name//
Then do yourself a favor and run before I leave your broke candy-ass lame//
I'll fuck you up so badly physically so that mentally you'll never be the same//
Cause I'm comin' back//
My title to reclaim'//
Bdogg, The nigga who is on top of his game//

[So Much Style]

yo da assasin i come blastin and mashin till i take you cash in zip it enuff you had it wut!

haha

[Now_Im_Not_Banned]

BDogg, I was inteding that rhyme towards Irish_Wannabe_Thug...I didnt mean for you to respond...But its all goo

[Sir Hambone]

Ahhh damn......
yes I am/
back again/
all u new cats figured you could blend in/
my infrared, scoped u out, and looked what ya'll done did/
made me come back a little sooner/
had my laugin at all the ryhmes, like they were humor/
you trying out for a comedy club?/
my shit will sink you, like i was a sub/
periscope up, locked on to the target/
my lyrics hittin u like a torpedo/
your screamin like a bitch, your new name is margaret/
u dont have a flow/
i'll drop blows/
dontcha know?/
ho ho ho ho/
you can call me Saint Nick/
its not X-mas, but u will be askin me for forgiveness/
your still suckin RuPauls Dick/
Too $hort patented the name after you, Beeeyyyooooootchhhhh/

oooooohhhh that was soo sick sick sick wid it/
but this aint the Click/
this is some Northwest Shit/
to be exact, Seatown/
so just bow down/
im still laugin at you u clowns/
take your time on your next time around/
grab your dictionary and thesaurus so you can make sure each word has the same sound/
broke your azz down to the last compound/
your all in pieces/
about to be deceased/
yeah, u must be someones bitch/
i see you got your own leash/
i'm pimpin you about to get rich/
and your still the bitch i gosta get with/

ooooooohweeeeeee

this is page two of the battle rap/
i know u must of felt that/
u just got slapped/
back into next week/
come stronger next time, dont be weak/
i dont feel threatened yet/
yaaawwwwnnnnn i did this in my sleep/
the odds were 20 to 1, and you lost this bet!


Back with more in a week or so........stay tuned......i wont be soo tired then...

[Tecknine]

You one syllable rhyme disasters\
Weak rhyme styles an infant can master\
I`ll leave you on a resporator, pumpin` that plasma\
Your heads will be severed in lyrical contraptions\
Lyrics hit so hard you hafta use the Closed Captions\
My flow will eat u like a Somolian feindin for a ration\

Theres a little taste of what i got........Peace

[Sir Hambone]

oh yeah, and irish thug/
i just pulled your plug/
still thinkin this is a game/
this aint not Dig Dug/
you should be ashamed/
showing your mug/
your the only one to blame/
im the only pound for pound/
I will show you no shame/
was gone for awhile, but reclaimed my battelground/
im wild as fuck, i consider you tame/
that shit u said about new cats was lame/
please come my way, and try to contain/
treat your ass like that kid that was cained/
my rhymes have flavor/
your shit is plain/
im not method man but I'll bring the pain/

just the thought of my name, will make you go insane/

tick tock you dont stop, tick tock, you sucked the dick, took it like a bitch, suckin jeffery dahlmers shit, and licked it.............beeeyyyooooootttcccchhhhhhhh



hehehe..still warmin up all....my internet connection is crazed out right now..someday it works some days it doesnt...so...it might be another week before i can reply again.....peace....Luvv all ya'll

[Sir Hambone]

On syllable, two, three, four, or Five/
i will eat you alive/
what difference does it make/
as long as the battle rhyme comes correct/
that shit was fake/
we are not going to look at u like u were jesus nailed to a stake/
so please do what snoop dogg said and pump yo brakes/
yea your taste is that of a infant, im prime rib USDA 100% Steak/
shook you off to the side like u were head n shoulders flakes/
just admit the shit was tight, dont hate/
next time just congratulate

[So Much Style]

damn shiznit what what this fuckin thread is blowin the fuck up!

[maxi-padz]

ima rip all u fake ass rappers like i rip yo womans cunt/
light up a blunt nigga don front/
ima stop all u wack ass eemcs u need a lesson/
ima bitch slap u with my smith n wesson/
wif da 9 at my hip/
im fully equip/
dont step to this else ima go to my armoury/
my fake nigga weaponry/
now what u reppin G?
east side is firmly represented/
caus im da emotion drainer lyrical detainer bithc nigga maimer/
im that crimally insane nigga u know maxi-pat/
coming str8 outta alfi wit my 9 milly gat/
nigga im hear to tell u wha time it iz/
if u don knock turn around n look at da clock/
while i cut u in half from tha burst of my glock/

i havent posted in a while
sup ?
im out peace
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[Sikotic™]

Tight. Imma lay some shit down later on.

[Sikotic™]

Well I kill babies//
Especially them whinin' brats//
Punch the little bastards so hard they have a heart attack//
Naw I'm just jokin//
I pick on men my own size//
I look normal but in the inside I'm a Assassin in disguise//
Blastin' bustas off the face of the earth before they even realize//
Your in yo casket at your funeral with tears in yo mom's eyes//
Like Benie Sigel I speak the truth//
Hittin on ya harder than Babe Ruth//
And blastin on your bitch like I'm Rae Carruth//
Who needs a bat or a gun//
I got my lyrics and my fists son//
Thats all I need to succeed//
Cause it ain't easy bein' the B-D-O-double G//
I spit you flee//
I need to put this on mp3//
Now i'm done with this shit and I'mma leave y'all be//

[Hittbob]

I'm settin this battle on fire like a boy scout wit a hand-full-of-sticks/
and leave Mouse more nervous than a lesbian in a land-full-of-dicks/
Da_Asassin aint 'enlightened' or 'bright', Hittman14484 will 'spark-lenses'/
'n Hambone still wonderin why he gets slept-on worse than Central Park-benches/
compared to the Narrators' sorry 'stories', I'm a fuckin-'sky-scraper'/
even if your name was 'Donald' you couldnt be 'Duck'in-my-paper/
N_I_K could write raps on the San Andreas plate 'n still not be shakin-the-opposition/
jus cuz Irish_thug_wannabe makes crowds 'disappear' dont make-him-a-'magician'/
wonderin why I get more 'love' than 'tennis-courts', and cant get the best-of-me/
y'all faggots are fallin off worse than 'parachutists' with 'leprosy'/
like my fists were made out of concrete, I'm simply hittin-the-hardest/
only way maxi-padz gets a 'blessed' verse to have a 'church choir' spittin-his-chorus/
I'm stuck in a furious mind state, controlled by the voices inside-me-screamin/
if you were drill sergeants for hells army you still couldn't exorcise-these-demons/
rippin' daughters-and-sons, lookin at me astonishing after I only slaughtered-one/
I'm simply more dangerous to these 'kids’ like ‘bayonets on water-guns’/