The more personal insults, the better.
You're a gingerbread man,
with a santa hat,
your teeth are pointy
but your head's a little flat!
Oooooooooooooohhh!
You're a foul one, eternal chaos...
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato
Splotched with moldy purple spots, eternal cha~OS!!
Your soul is an appaling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful sort of deplorable rubish imaginable mangled up in... TANGLED UP KNOTS!!
(Grinch ftw)
You ain't no nigguh.
I declare myself winner.
****** ****** ******
Yo nigga ******
.
You have a generic username
Fo' that, nigga', you should feel ashamed
I'll smack yo' ***** up like there's no tomorrow
And you'll feel a large, long, ridiculously redundant amount of sorrow
tl:dr
Nigga.
You undermine the purpose of this thread, nigga'
And I'm more uber-1337 and my rap talent is bigga'
shazam.
My fuccka nigga skills goood when ya drunk NigGa!
I got ice on my grillz.
Werd.
Yo, b*tch, what you wanna do?
You wanna f*cking roll hardcore spouting lines off wit yo crew?
You think you so big? Well, b*tch, I'm way bigga
You think you is hard? Well, b*tch you my nigga
You betta roll to OT and debate wit da Trigga
sh*t, I think it's coming again
We gonna see a time, another time when
a brotha like you falls victim to the truth
but a brotha's gotta do what a brotha's gotta do
So, sh*t, what's happenin' to you?
I'm ready
and the beat is flowing steady
Step down, and, you mothaf*cka let me
freein',
who you think you bein'?
I'm seein'
sh*t you ain't even keepin'
I'm winnin'
and this is just the beginnin'
So step back, take a seat, b*tch
You can't win, no matta' how hard you wish.
Now you got none, and you filled wit rage
Cause all yo friends is drunk or underage
So stop yo sh*t and realize this
You maybe fit in betta wit a bunch a little kids
you ain't got place in the world
You spin yo head three times when you see me wit your girl
It's over and we might as well stop
this sh*t is gettin' violent, somebody call the cops
EDIT - Holy heck, heh. I actually just made all that up as I was going along. Not too shabby.
Yo Yo Yo, I'm iller than you, I don't google my raps.
So I go to a moogle to save my game, while this entire rap is lame.
The last fan you had be spinnin' on the ceiling. Werd.
bad rhymes gon' get you Chec'd out (Chec'd out)
take ya time, cuz you gettin wreck'd out (wreck'd out)
like a crime, like NASCAR, neck'd out (neck'd out)
not a dime, save ya gettin' deck'd out (deck'd out)
like Alquirt', Roinks nothin but a troll (just a troll)
mind of dirt, momma neva tell a soul (tell a soul)
gay alert, pink pipe, suckin bowlz (mang bowlz)
purple shirt, rainbow, smokin poles (hittin holes)
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo
nigga
peace
i came to posting games
trying to waste time
but you niggas be spewin ****
and some weak *** rhymes
so leave up to me
a hard core gangsta nigga
to bring this thread to life
and declare my self tha winna
my boy fei -on
he rocked some mad phat beats
trouble is, all you fools
is still too god **** weak
so you try to run and hide
to save your self from the truth that we spit
but it dont do no good
cuz you lyrics is still ****
the admiral dropped by too
truth be told that i found that suprising
but nigga had some gangsta **** to say
and his words werent all comprising
of weak self promotional ****
like weak *** niggas tend to do
and to all these punk as *****es
that last line was directed at you.
[spoiler]When I first thought up a response, it consisted of nothing but "WHAT? YEAH! OKAY! GET CRUNK!" But I decided to do an actual bit instead.[/spoiler]
dam, lord of spam
u still a nigga lovin mam
u suck the c0ck
of a sweaty lookin jock
u lick the ***
of the man whos mowin grass
at least yo mom stuck up for u
when we were in bed makin her say MOOOOOOOOO!!!!
oh ho, watcha gonna do,
u be scared ****in yo pants when im comin fo you
but no, u just a white *** nigga
bragn about how yo game collection is bigga
well let me tell u what
theres nutin to brag about, you stupid mutt
if yo best game is barbie, cause shes a stupid slu-t
hey maybe she should get together with yo mom
because they're both sluts doin it with tom
but her favorite thing to do is
stick her d!ck in another mothers slit
but hey, ok, ill lay off yo mom, ill focus on you
you stupid little gay @$$ jew,
(no offense)
You know what, n*gga, you betta take a guess
Who told you that you could fcuk wit L O S?
You wrong, b*tch, and you know dis
And I'll throw it
Back in yo face till you cry
like a b*tch
like the motherf*cking child that you are
Scary huh, like being in car
driven by a blind dude
down a dark a** avenue
Look at you
crying too
bet you didn't think so, did you?
let's roll into
another time where you can get what I say
let's do it again, let's do it every f*cking day
till your brains decay
And you're not okay
And, umm, more later...
Yo' rhymes are whack
You say yo' a nigga'
But you make Michael look black
...That's about it
Who you think you is?
You think you can really spit?
Let's hear some better sh*t
or you might as well quit.
You had enough to know
I'm saying "homie
If you don't like it then you can go blow me"
Kicking tunes, throwing rhymes
getting betta all the time
it dont matta I'm fatta
lets do it till your brain's like pancake batta
I'm freein it now, and that's a mothaf*ckin fact
if you cant take it, you betta step back
finish yo sh*t, screamin, "yo that's a rap"
You hear this sh*t, and swear Fei was black
LoS in the zone,
posers betta go home
aint stand a chance
if you ain't already know
whoop yo *** before know whassup
Watchin you battle just to see you mess up
Hell, you ain't feeling me now
that's okay because you ain't even been around
town
and you ain't even really down
you clown
who trying trying f*ck now?
and how
you gonna play me like a fool
it's cool
if you think you really rule
you tool
You aint' stepping up to me
let's see
if you can smoke half the weed
and the trees
me and LoS puffin the cheev
on New Year's eve
K, I'm done.
Yeah, well... um...
You go to hell, you go to hell and you die!
[quote=Lord of Spam]
the admiral dropped by too
truth be told that i found that suprising
but nigga had some gangsta **** to say
and his words werent all comprising
of weak self promotional ****
like weak *** niggas tend to do
and to all these punk as *****es
that last line was directed at you.
[spoiler]When I first thought up a response, it consisted of nothing but "WHAT? YEAH! OKAY! GET CRUNK!" But I decided to do an actual bit instead.[/spoiler]
lord of spam, lord of spam, aint nobody give a ****
yall be barkin, I be bitin, hittin like a Dodge Ram
rollin dubs, tires painted red from flattenin ya ***
yall as original as BSB, as talented as Crass
cant even put a beat to what ya'll have to say
ya rhymes off key, and your slang is flamin gay
like I say don't **** with Phantom cuz ya'll gonna get ghosted
ya'll safe til I come out, just before ya get toasted
(directed at fei-on)
fei-on,
more like probaly should be gay-on
maybe you should get together with los, cause you both spit weak sh!t
this is my bit,
so you better stay still
before i throw ya @ss off the hill
cause theres only one king here
and you better start prayin, cause your *** is gonna sear
in the fires of my hell,
you gonna wish you were gettin raped in a prison cell
but hey, ok, we all know you're a little gay
but its okay, bubba likes it that way
k, im out
now you can just walk off and pout
(no offense)
Your sad face gives away that you hide things.
I actually just laid down a pretty sick beat, and rapped all of mine and yours, LoS, and it doesn't sound bad at all.
Yo yo, I'm asian like it's a disease. I scored double your scores on the S.A.T's.