Battle Rap: Freestyle Only

I'm consistently good
Persistently misunderstood
But it's okay, I aint sweatin anything
Aint no way I'm a waste it when I get in the ring
Coz I don't play when I'm gettin' ta swing
I'm a knock they blocks off
There aint no stop loss
I don't give a rip who's top boss

All beef, you don't need no hot sauce
So those who talk schlit better watch it, I'm a squash it and then go get my rocks off
All of you marks soft
SO march off
Coz if you think you can stop me, you halucinate
I'm ill enough to just sit in a dark room and wait
Ruminatin' on doom and fate
And how to apply it to the human race

But I'll throw in sumo sized bars just in case
Try to go ainst that you'll get crushed in place
You're all a bunch of fakes, so Shut your face
I'm tired of hearin' your azz vocalize
This phenomena is not localized
You been sleepin on me, ya need to open both ya eyes
I'm a rogue scientist
Don't be tryin' this

You'll try and miss
Hatas... you can die and lie in p.iss
Get an amazin' abrasion when ya get hit in the face wit' the flyin' fist
I'm just here to educate but go ahead and hate, I insist
The more you hate the more I know... that I'm on the right track
Ever get the best of me once, I'm a be right back
It's a matter of fact, the mad hatter is back and I know you don't like that
But what I say is true and you caint fight that

Let me tell ya right quick
My jeans aint tight fit
You don't like it?
You want hype schit?
I caint get a deal
Because I say what I feel
Whether it be a bitter pill or just lettin' motha****** know the deal type schit
Hatas know they caint f*** wit' the flows I spit
I suppose I git
A little bit rabid when I've had it
But I'm tired of dealin' wit' you silly fa.gits
Like Chris Angel gets tired of motha****as askin if it's really magic
It's really tragic
How deaf these motha****** be
I love kickin' it with the wicked schit, it's your crap that sucks to me
I caint figure it, it's nuts to me
How you can keep sellin' that wackness
Y'all some bad actas, and it's a matter of fact it's
Gettin' noticed slowly but surely
I know coz I been watchin since it was early
You heard me
But you don't wanna admit it
So f*** you coz everybody's a critic
But most of 'em are probly synthetic
Sympathetic to they pathetic cause
I just came into the game but f*** it, let it pause
It just schit itself, let it get it's draws
Cleaned and try to regain it's composure
I don't even need or want fame, it's exposure
Means the bloody death and sick sex is over
All ya gets a poser
So I aint doin that coz I'm so celsius I can snow on Mexico just to make Texas colder

new to this forum, but guess what im in here stormin, this is your one and only warning, ima win im statin this before opinions could be formin, how long did it take you to write that, i think you came prepared with week worth lyrics dont fight that, hurtful fact, that leaves a smokin track, im unpredictable with a freestyle, im across the street with a knife and a weird smile, the joker but im being serious, battle me back you betta be delirious, so our mind could trick you that you won, when really your whole rap career would be done, im making some boasts, and burnin you like a roast, you came here therefor you chose, to lose while you think you won makin a victory pose, your not close, to comparin your rhymes to my ability, aim to try to kill me, but the whole crowds gonna feel me, cause i spit hot bars, while your in kmart with a shoppin kart, lookin for somethin like lyrics to buy, go to the borstore take a rhyme, dictionary and make a good bar in 5 minutes time, i just took ya mic, and embarrased you like, a fat ****, lookin but cant find, a dil doe to buy.

meant to put Your mind could trick you that you won

Lets go
U think u gettin hos but really all u gettin is mo dissin from way better rappers who make u sound like u wrk in a soup kitchen u gettin racks mo like u need a tic tac cuz yo breath worse than the words u spit r u sure there even words mo like yo terd my lil bro can rap better than yo *** and he only fo

Neither one of y'all can rap and ya both got rap in ya title
Both of y'all sound like crap, man, I swear on the bible
You both done f***ed up and f***ed with the wrong rival
You both must just be lyrically godd**n suicidal
It's do or die though
And you both gonna die slow
It's my show
Channelin' Norman Bates, stormin' gates, I'm a psycho
You aint took nobody's mic yo, you wouldn't know what to do wit' it
You shine like a broken light bulb, you must be new wit' it
So slow witted when you spit it
Ya f***in' idiot, why don't you quit it? Think you came hard but Y O U didn't
So dumb ya bum, ya just caint admit it, it's so d4mn pitiful
Sorry if I'm a bit analytical
Yes, I am critical
And now, yes... I am cynical

okay, you say youre a pshyco but yet swear on the bible
you aint got nothing you rap like your in highschool
postin on here thinkin your cool
im fresh to the t aint no one better than me
im clinically insane
yo somethin wrong in this brain
ill cut you up into pieces and throw it in the seven seas b****
take a seat cos im rappin some lyrical heat melting the track playing the beat

***** your rymes make no since u should get out the rap game cause your just
A session I could kill u in 2 seconds so dont under instamate me cause I'll turn
Your life upside they heard I was a girl and got freaked out cause I killed um
With my lines so think agian before you get things twisted if u was me ***** u
Still couldnt beat me.

I'm sorry but you're ignorant
The way I see it, it's a little different
You are the one with rhymes that are beligerent
You're not psychotic, you're just a fu(kin' idiot
I don't rap like I'm in highschool, I rap like I payed attention in it
You rap like a dammed fool, I imagine you got a brain but you just don't know what to do wit' it
You probably been doin' this for years too and you still do it like you new wit' it
But I'm a take you back to school and you're gonna know who did it
It's sixteen bars
Can you count that far?
Man, your raps are fubar
Just like you are
So don't ever come at me with that I'm so ill sh1t
You aint nothin' but a wanna be mothaf***in' counterfeit
If rap was a pu22y you'd barely tap it, while I'd pound that sh1t
I'm a true artist and I'm proud of it

true artist who started this im bout to soak your *** in gas n strike this match n burn the carcuss
just say it joe your flow goes hotter than a volcanos molting lava ill dissolve ya from head to toe
n finally make this interesting I wanna see a real show my flows atleast eclectic yours is synthetic n I reject it
like an organ transplant that body wont except it bout ta flip ya **** n intercept it don't make me show you what
a wicked clown is youll never know what truly down is ill give ya this n let ya show me what ya got kid.

Your flow's not eclectic
It's just fu(ked and hectic
Jumbled like a hoarder's house
Need to get a muzzle for your mouth
All I hear is lots of talk
Talkin' sh1t when I rock the spot
Got my d1ck stuck in Nicki Menaj's twot
Pulled it out and made the dumb b1tch massage the top
I'll sacrifice a cow at the Taj Mahal
All of ya little puny gods will fall
And so will you twenty three
Coz I'm a true Juggalo, and you don't know anything
Coz you's just a juffalo, so I'll let ya get punked by Mini Me
I bet you secretly listen to Kenny G
I wrote this masterpiece while smokin' a tree
And I know I'm everything ya hopin' ta be

By the way I been down with the clown since Carnival of Carnage
You probably one of those new Juggalos that causes us true Juggalos problems
You probably think you're a gangsta, so you act out
Probably roam the streets at night cuz ya moms is at home cracked out
What you know about family?
Obviously not much or you wouldn't fu(k wit' me
But since you chose to make yaself my enemy
I'm a let ya know, misery loves company
And you're about to pay that ho a visit
Not real fam but you sho a critic
Hatin' on a muthafu(ka that'll go and get it
So prolific, so specific, when I'm flowin' wit' it, but you wont admit it
I don't give a sh1t if ya dreams have died
I rep the hatchet wit' the utmost pride
We comin' for ya so just go hide
Or hush yo lies

you don't even know me bro been down since in diapers lo runs in my family was only 5 my first show was there when they dropped milenko ho runs deep threwout my blood and soul without the fam with ive ran lets just say I wouldn't be talking to you today I wouldn't I wouldn't be breathing lets just say m ninjas are and will forever be my life they always ride with me day n night those dawgs for life **** im down till im 6 feet below till the wagons take my soul n my childs named colton madrox kendall lo child of the lotus foshow now question me again if im down **** it I could go another round.

thanks for the disrespect its true theses fakes should get one straight for the neck these new age givin us the bad name there the reason in ohio and cali im on file in a gang do it cuz of the scene icp sold out just past the wraith since then its hard to keep the faith bang pow boom da **** was that played it once then thru it in the trash.

Joey Kendall

Yesterday


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lets see what do I think when I think of poetry I think of beauty the inner me my third eye helps my thoughts to sets them free a seed of sativa that sprouts up green beams of sun gleam thru cracks and leave thru a tree relax and feel the summer breeze sounds of windchimes as they cling its so serene bluest skys you’ve ever seen birds are chirping before sunrise asking for another day to rise and bring us warmth and light n give us guidance when weve lost sight brings growth to plants our live stalk eat and remember without these plants we could not breath because they provides us with the oxygen we need sitting down here by the lake you slowly realize this beautys no mistake sunset reflects off the waters border to my surprise with my own eyes i watch an eagle fly over shoulder flew down low inches from the lake glid a second then snatched this bass up with its claws then took it to were the sun had fell never seen something so majestic so angelic so impressive n respective and prophetic to many words to decribe the beauty of this bird so ill just sum it up with one word and thats eclectic

see now you have nothing to say you spoke to soon but its ok as long your fam your forgave I understand how these new age fans behave don't gauge the unity and love weve received and gave for most of them its just a phase for us the few that stay true we stick like glue till the end thru and thru outcast that found were we belong and heard the message thru the song in times of hurt the words they spoke moved us alongto live to see another day to learn n grow from our mistakes weed out the thieves the fakes n snakes don't know about you my fams still there the only ones that treated me fair with love and care have that shoulder to lean and cry on as do they the same n that's why the hatchet ill forever claim this my family those dawgs for life n would never call ourselves a gang to those that do its a shame they just couldn't see the full picture frame hopely one day well get back our good name and wont have gang enhancements added on everytime im sent away whoop whoop to all that feel this love an a toast to all my ninjas lookin down on us from above.

Sorry I misjudged you
Guess I got no reason to mistrust you
So I'll hold off on you... and just you
Everybody else I'm a bust dude
I'm tired of provin' myself again and again
Only to have some talentless fool comin' at me thinkin' they gon win
I'm a wiz wit' a pad and a pen
And to question me? Well that's a sin
Especially when these suckas caint rap
I've faced a few who's lyrics didn't sound like crap
But other than that
Most of 'em's been totally wack
So, again forgive me, I got much family luv
Aint no better apology I could think of
Yeah, ICP has changed, but I still hold 'em up
Forks up, forks down is what I'm talkin' about, what

We live these wicked ways hollow tips zip threw **** n faygo sprays dirt in our finger tips from digging graves everyday these bullets just barely graze this is why we strap with 9s n pack aks my homies don't play won't hesitate to seal your fate and serve you on a dinner plate now I'm hungry and its time to eat but instead of Walmart the streets is were we get our meat on human flesh is what I feed marinade the thigh n roast it over fire taste so good you could just simply die my ninjas down to ride all day we rep with pride an swing hatchets at any haters who get in the way the families loves what gives me strength to concur my demons n live to see a better day.

For the family
I emaciate your extremeties
Wont take what ya handin' me
Aint no way for ya to limit me
For the family
I scream and yell obscenities
Like Fu(k, Sh1t, P1ss and Godd4mn ya see
For these things I hold an affinity
For the family
I keep and hold my secret identity
All my los and lettes stand wit' me
And death and destruction be the imagery
For my family
I put ya head to the guillotine
I hope ya undastandin' me
Coz it aint nuttin' for me to kill a fiend...

For The Family!

Yea let me show you how it's done yea my name is jt don't mess with me I fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee Bish plz my Gma can ryame better then you , your just poop on a shoe blackinblack ur just fat and you lack on ur lines so ima close the blinds

Justin' Tho
Just can't fu(kin' flow
I spit flames, don't think ya can quell mine
You spit shame, sh1t boy, you literally can't even spell rhyme
Poop on a shoe? What? Are you an adolescent?
Skip to my loo, my rhymes are effervescent
JT, you fly like a lead balloon and sting like a mosquito
Go watch some cartoons or microwave yaself a burrito
How can a 10 year old have this ego? I really don't know
But he tried to play the hero and lost before he could even go
I wont even spill a full sixteen for 'im
Son, you belong on the toddlers forum