The battle rap thread

[Slammed]

I ain't no bitch
You lazy little snitch
I'm just outta my class
So I'll let you to lick each others arse!

 

[CiG]

I'm number two cos I'm the shit brother,
You're number one cos you're filled with piss and vinegar.
I don't grab trouser snakes I grab fake snakes in trousers,
Putting my hammer to your foundations just like demolishing houses.
You mingle with same sex spouses and swallow cum by the ounces,
And yeah Slammed is outta class, he finished school like 7 decades ago.
Snow take this old ho and peace the fuck out, you bitches gotta go.
I flow furiously and thick like my dick inside Jim's bitch,
I wouldn't need a break even asleep battling this twink.

 

[jimmy101]

I'm warning you CiG - dial before you dig
Else I might just lift off your cover like my girl takes off her wig
I bust technique from next week - my text speaks
Spreading you open like a prostitute's butt-cheeks
Spittin' pure word porn whilst CiG coughs up furballs
You think your straight, but you're more bent than a curveball
I lacerate everything you collaborate
My rhymes are so sexy you're gonna have to masturbate
At least you admit that you're shit, but you wanna fuck my bitch?
Man your pin-dick would just make the side of her cunt itch

 

[CiG]

No need to do that it already itches bad, she caught crabs off Melbourne's biggest fag.
Her wig? Damn dude that's quite an admission,
I had no idea you were dating RuPaul from television.
Check your vision, you clearly underestimated the funk.
Your rhymes are shittier than that movie Bulletproof Monk.
You really are obsessed with dick sizes that's kinda gay,
But what can I say you grew up near Port Phillip Bay.

 

[jimmy101]

I may have grown up near the bay, but I don't sway that West Australian way
Keepin' it fresh & healthy is my mainstay, I can even get loose off a glass of OJ
I got more styles than the planet got women
I get wild & slam tons of admissions when I'm spittin'
Dispersing the first burst of words that work
Interspersing a universe of verbs
Networking with girls whilst CiG hits up sex workers with pearls
Lovin' it when the bitches strap it on & fuck him reverse cowgirl

 

[CiG]

I know you don't sway my way, I already said that you're gay.
These bars are first class like prisons made for millionaires,
And the only strap-ons I fuck with are holsters with weapons that split hairs.
Rhymes are so dope even king coke Cousins would OD,
I'll cook you up some nachos laced with Kuklinski.
Your hooks miss me like Orca from nine-teen seventy-seven,
These rebuttal raps fall flat to attack this killer whale.
You pale by comparison to even the wackest nigga,
Tearing out your spine for my collection like The Predator.

 

[jimmy101]

Relax that shit you talk before I sick my bitch on you to put your dick on a fork
Your five-star prison cell is filled with frauds who just like you made a livin' from the balk
Damn right you need holsters & weapons, you've been kept in check again
Motherfucker I'm puttin you to the sword with the pen
You smoke cock with Kid Rock, I Follow the Leader & Eric B.
You churn a verse with Durst, I Go to Work with Kool Moe Dee
It's my destiny to wreck you, G
Don't be testing me

 

[jimmy101]

And your last 4 bars were weak
You rhymed seventy-seven with killer whale with nigga with The Predator, are you even trying to compete?
By the time we're done here were gonna be typing entire pages
But your rhymes will fall flat, whilst my phrases will pay in wages

 

[CiG]

The only Eric B you'll follow is Bana in Troy,
Stop being so coy with the funk or get dunked on like a toy.
Like Grand Daddy I.U. I whip out the lead pipe and get down,
I'm not crossing swords with you clown this ain't St. Kilda town.
Yeah I'm rusty at this haven't rhymed in a hot minute,
But once I polish my blade a bit more I'll be back in it.
Like Charles Bronson in Death Wish 3 it takes a bit,
To get back into the groove and the rhythm of killing the wicked.
So let me step out of the arena and give someone else a go,
To flow on the rodeo with GMD's tallest homo.

 

[CiG]

(lol that was fun but I suck, and I have no idea what happened between 1977 and Predator, I feel like I missed two bars somehow...)

 

[jimmy101]

Nah bro you slayed me during that exchange. I had no idea you did this once upon a time

 

[jimmy101]

No need to do that it already itches bad, she caught crabs off Melbourne's biggest fag.

Best line!

 

[CiG]

You had a million good ones. I was laughing the whole time.

 

[jimmy101]

I was digging all your multi-syllable rhymes bro, had to up my game when you got on.

Hilarious that a battle rap can exist over the internet like this.

 

[CiG]

I can't wait for Tech and Blurry to get involved.

 

[jimmy101]

Slammed was throwing down some tasty bars too!

 

[TechnicalBarbarity]

i was walking down the hall, scratching my balls...

 

[no country for old wainds]

these crackers droppin' bars whiter than a blizzard
they got nothin' on my real fuckin' nigga iron wizard
he poppin' feds while they passin' like judith west
next they'll be takin' turns suckin' at the kiwi's breast

 

[jimmy101]

You talk about breasts but you're the biggest bitch in your house
Yo Wainds, I can see that breast milk leakin' through your blouse
I be feelin' grouse, while you feel cocks in your mouth
& when that's the case you get to work like a louse

 

[CiG]

they got nothin' on my real fuckin' nigga iron wizard