The battle rap thread

To jack me a pleb pull the trigger blow his brains out, A tisket, a tasket, closed casket is what I'm talkin' about. I blast out-crowder and leave him wealin' in a wheelchair,I really don't give a fuck I really don't fuck and care Its the thrash in me!

To kill a pleb gotta be quick in the hurry pop pop to yo' dome now yo mommas gotta bury .... another bitch ass pleeeb(singing voice), yea dats what i'm sayin' let me catch one of you out-crowders wanksters slippin and im straight sprayin'. Horns up to the homies, especially cig and little homie jimmy. And all ma mothefucking homies in tyhe system, aint havin no bitch ass plebs trying to dis em. Raised up punching posers in the dome and when i die i want THRASH engraved on my tombstone!

 
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Thrash on your tombstone, but "trash" is how you known
Na, I'm only kidding Tech I know you've got that smooth tone
Kinda hard to diss ya when you're giving me a big-up
But if you wanna also fuck my bitch you'll have to pick her wig up
 
With a clip of hollow tips I lick twits and leave tags on toes kid,
I flow sick and never slip shoot from the hip and roast ya shit.
Let's toast to this lyrical massacre dedicated to the in-crowd,
The bin-crowd, I been loud since I was just a little sprout.
I take clout like I was running your jewels, might trip and bust on these fools,
Driller Killer going to work with my tools, leave 'em lying in pools.
Rap game rules don't even try to front on this, make you piss with one diss.
Kiss the ring before I put you to sleep, I'm like that Crypt Keeper creep,
My job goes six feet deep, snatch the wool from you sheep and blast ya whole fleet.
 
I'm shaking off this rust like Jimmy shakes dandruff,
My game tuff enough to leave any clan ass up.
Don't clam up or I'm gonna have to make moves,
I shake crews down turn up pocket money then bounce through.
So peace out to any wannabe roughnecks on the set,
I'm doing backflips behind ya crib to aim through and leave ya wet.
Whatever you got I'm bound to get that ain't a fuckin bet,
It's a promise I got a deadly rep bigger than NBA's Horace.
Grant you just one wish pray to God to intervene so you can get outta this,
You're outta wit, used to be a half now ya brains just lay on bricks.
 
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they re-recorded it one their second album

most of those guys are dead

EDIT: btw it's the guy with the pimp hat in the drivers side(the correct one) of the car. Also throwin up an A for "Avalon Gangster Crips". Much older here


Damn this might be even better than the original version. Feel like I've heard this before, did you ever post it here?
 
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I paint pictures like Henenlotter and Benscoter,
My pen's hotter than a self-immolating protester.
You a ho in a sweater about to be wetter than Flipper,
I'll hit ya then dip, no longer a blip on my radar, dark like Vader.
 
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Jimmy started this thread
He's no more cause he is dead
He got real sad
When we went bad
Now he's disappeared
and grown a beard

Okay that was pretty terrible but wont someone think about the poor Jimmy!
 
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I should have tagged him
but not tea-bagged him
To get his attention
from a mere mention
But he's probably feeling ignored
Cause he didn't get a Jimmy Award.
 
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He's probably feeling superior
Sitting on the exterior
Watching us with an alt
Saying it's all our fault
While he cries into his shirt
Because he got all butt hurt