The Title Defense

[M Dogg™]

Word up, Ya all have some good battle raps, but lets see who can step to the one that put it down first. Gangsta shit, for the 2 double 0 1. Check this shit out.

Who's the one that started this shit
The one that makes lines that can't be fucked with
For mi raza is the shit that I hit
Well ya'all riding on each others dicks
For back in the days why this rhyming shit was young
I came through broker than a bum
People out there tried and show me no love
Fuck that, I blast their ass well they posted in the club
You see an intercity kid like me
Can't be let loose and free
You have to cage me, inrage me, and at the same time, fuckin' chain me
But I wouldn't be held down
No one checks my shit because they afraid of getting clowned
By the Mexican that has been around
I would stop until I throw out the great sounds
You see rapping is my life, it's my identity
In three years, I'll be blowing up the industry
With shit that will come correct
Ask around, I'm the one that drops jewels in each and  every set
So try if you want to, to step up
Our are you afraid to get whopped in the butt
For all those challengers, I'll treat you like a slut
And the go fuck girl with the tightest cunt
So I'm saying this, and I'm saying it loud
Fuck whos my challenger, because his going down

HAHA, just a little something something, ya know. Anyways, the Lyricalweight championship is on the line. So step up, and if R Cee ever gets on, it's all good, you the truest one here, so it's all gravey. Peace.

[R-CEE]

yo im back, as of a couple minutes ago,

[Sir Hambone]

your lines will be fucked with/
called on lorena bobbit, to chop off your shit/
age dont matter/
your the main course on my platter/
yeah, the kid in you/
send you home, suckin your thumb/
screamin boo hoooo hooooo/
make u realize your true dream of being a bum/
u do live in a cage/
show you my lyrical rage/
your like old pussy worn out at middle age/
closed your chapter/
my lyrics started a new page/
did u hear all that laughter/

your the clown, with shit that wasnt correct/
called the cops/
your the number one suspect/
you must of didnt know that was a crime/
for wack rappers thinkin they can rhyme/
thought u dropped a couple of jewels/
more like cubic zirconia/
swept you to the side with the rest of them fake fools/
didnt need to step up/
not on the level of any sluts/
barkin barkin barkin, like a mut/
so u said it loud/
r u proud/
your head is in a cloud/
all dark and grey/
so fuck whatcha say/
my shit is shinin bright/
looks like the challenger took this fight/
won all the bets/
i havent even really begun yet/

i will give props where props is due/
u came tight, as im sure u knew/
but also like a tight cunt/
i just popped your cherry/
havin you beggin for forgiveness from the virgin marry/
your sin was thinking you could win/
but like the other wannabe rappers, you will be thrown back into the forgotten bin.

nuthin but respect for you M Dogg, lets see if someone else can clown us....

[M Dogg™]

Back from a little confrence in Chi-Town. Damn, Chi-Town is tight, but ain't shit to home. Though they have great pizza. Anyways, to the challenger....

Here I come with the quickness
For the 2 double 0 and 1 for this shit
Coming on hard, it's the realest
Not the 'Pac biter, but the pimp of the bitches
You see, how can you challenge me
When I threw down a open challenge, I guess you though I talking to anybody
But your wrong kid
Last time I check, I've ended peoples keystyling careers
Now do you really want that
Oh well, here comes some shit to do you in the rear

(deep bass)
Step up if you want to get diss
I'm someone you bring to kill your kids
The ese in me makes me a G
Last call for those that want a piece of me
Now one has taken
Come to the web that I baited
Break it down now

(Eazy E): Some shit you can't sweep under a rug ya' know

It's check out time for you
Took a challenge of a serious ese, your through
For me to see what you bring
Ain't shit compared to the shit I've seen
I'm a vet that caries a strap
Like Dr. Dre, I've been there and done that
So don't think your running shit
I ain't even started,
Check it
Hambone
More like Milkbone
On Death Row, only making no dough
Hell, not even a stinking Peso
For to step to me is a no no
This is just some 1 minute shit, well I need some no dose.

Man, I'm too tired, oh well, we'll see what's up. Damn, I didn't expect you to come up with some tight shit, I'll post something a little more worthy later. Peace.

[M Dogg™]

Now that I've got my point across
Don't step to me, Or you'll be will lost
Try and test, don't even bother
I'll beat you like I'm your father
So try and test me
This old school shit produced by Tyree D
Has got the crowd hype
And with my lyrics, it puts you in fright
So why try and test me punk
Last time I check, you shit out of luck
And I'm the one that hits the set
With that shit that makes you sweat
And nervous 'cause you got battle me
And you know your nothing but a wannabe
'Cause I be on some serious shit
Dropping rhymes that make the beat hit
So when you come up with those wack rhymes
Did you know that your shit can't beat mine
So come up and test me punk
I got shit that makes you jump in the trunk
And a girl that spits rhymes better than you
Last time I check, you were made a fool
And so you come to play hardcore
Don't you know that I just get raw
But not like wrestling, this ain't fake
And I can't battle you, you ain't a heavyweight
As for me, I'm the Mexican
Not a gun, but the chaampion
And ain't fag, so don't play me for one
'Cause you'll be the one that looks dump
And don't play me for something I ain't
I'll bust your shit, so don't complain
'Cause I'll beat you down like Mike Tyson
And I'm a natural Raider, like Andre Rison
So please stay off my nut sack
It's too big, just like Tyra Bank rack
And no I ain't on no crack
Last time I check, those who step to me, get they caps pelt back
And why you bring those weak raps
Muthaphukka, go back to were your at
'Cause this esse is bring the hard nose
For me, it's like playing with children toys
And you might notice my rhymes are simple
But it's the old school, so it's pretty like some dimples
And I can still pop you like a pimple
Then play you like Nintendo
It's that easy when I put put my mind to it
'Cause I got flows like fluid
So next time you want to battle try me
I might be nice and not rhyme over a beat from Tyree D
And I might be mean and fuck you up
Then throw you in a garbage truck
So when you diss me you better think twice
But I your brave, then challenge me tonight

[M Dogg™]

HEy, I saw the Rhyme Dropper here earlier, I guess he deleated his own message, or someone else did. Anyways, what up dogg, drop some shit to get shit started.

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

its the rhyme droppa aka i drop rhymes
everytime in my car pick up a couple a fines
everytime on this board drop mad ill lines
shits explosive like a fuckn field of mines
cuz when i spit this qucik sick ridiculous shit
it make spik tricks wanna slit they wrists wit nics from bics
so fuckn listen to my diction while i sit an kick it
in my kit equipped stick shift expeditionim spittn truth while yall words is fiction
motha fuckaz like hambone best not be steppn
thats like entern a battle arena wit no weapons
tru i took a break from keys for a while
an when yall hear me u try an stay in denial
that im ill but when its on napster u hittn download file
my shits champagne while ur is puked up bile
an when i got the mic the club gets wild
motha fucka u wanna put my skills on trial
the verdict guilty of too much game
thats right motha fuckaz remember the name
the rhyme droppa leaves no one free
so i leave u with this four minus three
ONE

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

thats right motha fucka best not respond
just keep collectn food stamps an clippn coupons
i dont play around wit faggot wannabee rhymers
motha fucka cant rhyme like them big tymers
shits lame wit no flow
about this game hambone just dont know
an to the hot clubs hambone just dont go
an when hambone asked me to.. his cock i wont blow
nothin worth while ever came from ya mouth
imma take you to the house like sns an the dirty south
do when i say my shits phenominal
u know im packin the heat wave like dominos
an the explosives i pack im gonna bomb on you
so stop frontn hardcore
u still a virgin probably never score
u was concieved from somethin that look like a boar
if u want a chance at me better buy somethin from my lyrics store
otherwise u aint gotta chance just layin on the floor
now when i say i got microphone stamina
i mean i rhyme for weeks neva posin for cameras
an the whole motha fuckn time imma damage ya
u, ur crew, motha fucka watcha gonna do
when im rhymin circles round ya whole squad
i got more money then u ever seen here look at my wad
its time for yo ass to get a job
u no talent pussy slob
imma bust ya ass an leave it covered in maggots
never fuck wit me u fuckn faggot
u shoulda been original
u still on tape u better get digital
u malnuroushed better eat them minerals
now imma have to get rid a u
imma leave your punk ass with that
u wanna try an step up imma slap ya back
with my ill lyrical tracks
4 - 3
ONE

[Hambone (Guest)]

got punked/
your shit stunked/
got my degree/
your azz flunked/
u stepped up, and got jumped/
so whats up?/
the title defense make sense/
im about to make mince, meat/
out of those that try to think they can beat me/
make your azz pay a fee/
to try to step into this ring/
jack your shit like i was don King/
actin like u are lennox lewis thinkin you are raw/

watch out here comes the right hook.......Ping/
across your jaw/
broke it like it was glass/
thats right, hambone kicked yo ASS!
oh shit...you seeing stars/
fakin, actin like you can ryhme is a crime/
time to put u behind bars/
oh yes, you will be doing serious time/
droppin your drawwss, havin niggaz in the pen, saying that new Bitch is mine/

no vaseline/
your azz will get ripped real clean/
but that shit aint new to you/
you have dreams of being on p diddys team/
straight vet, reppin sets, dont try to flexx/
aint no future in yo frontin/
your cash money stuntin/
and im the game warden Huntin/
scope on sight/
red target on the mark/
pump pump, straight through your heart/

this is how the seatown G's do/
no braggin, but we will fuck up any crew/
some try to test, the streets become a bloody mess/
dont resort to violence/
rather chronic smoke out/
runnin from the cops hoppin over fences/
have you recovered yet, from the right hook?/
guess what, i just won this bout....

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

u won..? u fuckn serious?
my lyrics leave ya delirious
ur tough guy crew.. they fuckn fearn us
pussy ass wannabee on the mic
but ur words make ya sound more like a tyke
an yo girls wit me an anotha dyke
u fuckn jelous money hungry little kike
check my flava or ill throw it down ya ear
dont be actin like u aint tryin to hear
bitch my shit get u fucked up like a keg a beer
dont step up or u just get messed up
an leave ya dresd up in ya best stuff
while u lay back down eyes on the ceiln
what my tight flow u still not feelin?
obviously lyin
an this tight rhyme.. i aint even tryn
an its my lyrics u tryin to be buyin
an its my girl u tryin to be eyen
your shits be used before.. crazy ancient like the mayans
bitch thats right i envoke you
to rhyme better even if i gotta choke you
then imma do u like a dutchie.. roll ya then smoke you
oh shit look what happened? i fuckn broke you
hambone tryin to get on porno websites
needs to get his hand out his pants an learn to write
cuz freestylin.. lets face it.. ur shit is far from tight
all u do is take other peoples rhymes an bite
so chill with that poser shit ight?
bitch nigga
ya aint shit nigga
but a snitch nigga
get killed quick nigga
4 tryin to be a big nigga
battle me? hah u better eat yo vegetables
cuz my lyrics is motha fuckn unforgettable
an when cats think of me all they think of is incredible
an what i rhyme about is credible
ur shits just false an blantent
first time u heard my shit i kno u fainted

4 - 3
ONE

[Hambone (Guest)]

whats your name?/
I drop what?/
yeah you drop down/
well heres the knee pads you fuckin slut/
now thats a shame/
you came just about as hard as Mark Twain/
Pump Pump/
blast yo azz dead like kurt cobain/
afraid of you? a little specimen/
take you to prison, have u gobblin every niggaz semen/
you know u like that shit/
you crave and suck it up like a banana split/
fuckin beeeyyyoootttcchhhh/
how many times you done finger fucked your own clit?/
in the bathroom rubbin your tits/
yeah the seatown gangstas come well equipped/
slave days, yeah..u about to get whipped/
you can help elton john, and sisqo figure out how many licks/

the A.P.B. has been put out on the dyke/
come my way slap your azz like Ike/
im on point, outta sight on the mic/
fuckin kid, pack your bags and take a hike
yeah your lyrics are unforgettable/
no originality, you didnt bring shit to this table/
tellin fables, after fables after fables/
im hard this, im hard that/
i'll kill you this, I'll kill you that/
fool stick to the fuckin facts/
you cant pull shit, quick, except whippin out the vaseline to sit on some dicks/
your name aint i drop rhymes/
its I Drop My Drawls/
"cause u luvv to get stuck in the azz with a stick"/
and suck on dem balls/
pulled the broom out, now take a lick/
I knew your azz was sick/
fuckin rag doll, mary poppins raggedy anne bitch/
those your idols?/
for your defense you sure in hell didnt take the title/
look..u r imaginin me on porno sites/
and you saying that im the dyke?/
no that really doesnt sound right/
your a couple of notches way under from being bright/
and oh yes, my shit is tight/
original never took a bite/
, u mad cause all my past and current post is shining bright/
everything i put up here is shit i write/
your shit is fiction/
thinkin you can take a swipe at hambone/
u still fairy tales wishin/
u soft as a pillow, im hard as stone/
and yes you can believe that/
fuckin with me, lose your life like u playin craps/
everything i say is real/
from here, to my Former Federal Penitentiary Cell/
i'll cut a deal, have my well connected niggaz on the next flight/
your fairy tale book is closed, no more stories to tell

[Hambone (Guest)]

hmmmm...no more post...

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

whats the matter pussy aint u ever heard of a life?
i aint go time to be on this shit every night
bitch from now on call me frank white
im on top of the fight
an my raps travel at the speed of light
so dont step up to the rap ayatollah
i got kids bouncin to this from the strollas
niggaz call me coca cola
cuz i always smoke a bowl-a
stop with these wack rhymes written with no heart
nigga i had the title wrapped up before the start
u a dumb nigga. ridn shot gun in a tart-kart
so check the chart
shows idr on top never to be faught
cuz u aint even in my vascinity
im holyier than the holy trinity
bout to go on another all out winnin spree
what? u fuckn kiddn me?
i drop rhymes for the sweet ladies
especially the ones that aint got no babies
an got no rabies
so fuck u hambone u little wannabee mc
neverfuckn step to me
cuz i blow off ya head frquently
4 -3

[ITW [the irish boy]]

BOOM I HOP IN ON THE SIDE OF THE ORIGINAL G
SORRY? NUMBER 2? STRAIGHT UP AFTER ME
PRODUCIN THESE RHYMES WHILE SMOKIN SES WEED
ACCUSED OF FUCKIN HER TOO HARD? SHIT DID I MAKE HER BLEED
SHIT THATS NOT ABUSE I CARE NOT FOR COLOUR OR CREED
SHE POURED OUT JUICE AND TOLD ME SHE HAD A SEXUAL NEED
I KNEEDED HER STOMACH HUNGRY LIKE I WANTED A FEED
SHIT U BETTER NOT SAY I PLANTED A SEED!
IF IT GROWS INTO A TREE THEN ILL SHOW NO LEAD
COZ WEED AS WE SEE ITS THE ONLY TREE I KNOW
I GUESS ILL GET BACK TO WORKIN THIS FLOW TAKIN ONE MORE THROW
OF THAT DICE THATS YOUR LIFE THAT I KNOCK OUT WITH ONE BLOW
LIFE WAS LIKE A VICE OF PAIN AND STRIFE
I PUT U OUTTA THE MISERY
NOW U LIVE BELOW

sup yall bringin it live. a strange rhyme that one i dunno if it came out like it shoulve. anyways peace out, good to see u back spittin dogg

[Hambone (Guest)]

that was tight irish...