YOU WANNA BATTLE!!!

[Spyke]

Like Biggie said, "No time for the crack rock-and-shit"/
Ya rocks ain't shit, you ain't never popped shit/
Ain't no savin you, like an 'Untitled Doc-u-ment'/
I'm bout to bring so much 'Blood' that I drop-the-Crips/
Fully equiped, to handle all of ya'll/
With ya weak ass rhymes, and ya dicks so small/
So crawl, climb, and struggle ya way to my level/
Its all, mine, can't touch me, don't mess with the Devil/
You can't compare, got you in a state of disrepair/
You screamin, "IT'S UNFAIR!", cus I caught you unaware/
Got you're whole family crying in dispair/
On my own lavel, so when I rhyme it's like I'm playin Solitaire/
Rip out ya hair, followed directly by ya nails and teeth/
You flail and reach, up for the ground that you beneath/
Put ya head in a wreath, of barbed wire, then pour on the bleach/
And hope the burnin sensation teach you a lesson about ya speech/

[baloo]

playin solitaire,you just playing withca self
that pinch in ya chest, was a bullet comin thru the vest
I got you stressed,it's no contest
this battle will leave you dead like the rest\
you say you got the DL on my penis
your info was wrong, you aint seen this\
I say alot of whck shit, and I mean it
you'll probably end up being a damn fag
you bloody, but it aint come from ya rag
hope I see you out on the town one night
start a fight, slap your bitch outa spite
thats right, I said it, I aint scared of you
yo rhyme, I read it, all yo shits paired in two

[Guest]

thats right, I said it, I aint scared of you
yo rhyme, I read it, all yo shits paired in two

lol, that line was said in a couplet. hehehe...

I'll drop later.

[Spyke]

^^^That was me who said that. I'm not a damn guest for the last damn time.

[baloo]

oops, thats ironic

[T-MaS]

HIJACKED!!

[Spyke]

Hypocritical bastard, I'm rippin you faster/
Than the Democrats on Bush in a Politcal Massacre/
Spit more mathmatics than analytical answers/
And when they ask why you in that a casket, I'll calmly say cancer/
Lyric enhancer, like I got Viagra for my vocal chords/
I got bitches for when I leave town, but Baloo know he's my local whore/
Ya throats my focal point, Bitch, you ain't got time to be startin wars/
Cus ya mom just won't stop harrassin you till you finish your chores!/
Grow up, and take ya dick out that man's ass/
You harrass and harrass, but ALAS! I surpass,/
Every thought you ever thought, every thing you ever tried,/
With every rhyme I provide evidence to decide/
Who's on top of the cypher, the winner of the contest/
Rhymins something I'd die-for, clearly I'm obsessed/
I strongly suggest, you bow and ask to be blessed/
I'll drop you in the ocean with just a flashlight to signal your distress/

[baloo]

you scared, I know it, I see you running
I don't care, you show it, you heard me coming
That burn in ya thighs,
hurts like sperm in ya eyes
sure will be a surprise
when you learn i'm your demise
if you spit in couplet, erupt it
when I spit,you fuck it, disrupt it\
my moms your granny,my chores are you diapers
your moms my bitch whats left to decipher
I got every thing in life you strive for
don't know what im keepin you alive for\
i'll step to ya face, plant this mace to ya mug
everything I spit,i'm damn capable of\
i'll be dead when im through fuckin' withca
come back from the grave, my ghosts here to split ya'

[baloo]

you aint shit, I can see right thru you
yo boys aint shit, I can get right to you
your whole clique's dead,
there's a bullet for you too\
kill you in an instant, no time for remorse(sp)
take your life by force,now yo ass is a corpse
take ya' crown fool, you know it aint yours
have yo ass face down,like a ho, on all fours\
I'm a hypocrite, yeah I do what I diss
get plowed by my fist
you just mad, you sit down to piss
reach out, I fractured ya' wrist
can't help I hurt you like this
top 10, on the worlds best lyricist list \

[Guest]

You God Damn right you'll be dead when I'm done with you/
In fact I murdered you last night, Now I'm just havin fun with you/
Son,-with you, there just ain't no hope/
Ya boyfriend keep cuttin the rope attached to your soap/
You gon' choke, just wait till my dicks in ya mouth/
Imma unload so they gon have to pump ya stomach to get it all out/
No doubt in my mind, you was a girl scout when you were younger/
Door to door selling cookies, get on ya knees and pout with hunger/
Only list you top 10 on is the world's biggest bitch/
Every time I point a gun at you my trigger finger gon itch/
I understand you upset, cus you know I pose a threat/
Hows it feel to be owned by a rhyme made up of only couplets?/

[Spyke]

^^^God Fucking Hell.

Why isn't it asking me to log in when I post. It's just posting as guest in this forum. All the rest ask me to log in when I press submit. It's pissing me off. Oh well, that was my verse. Bring it.

Mo, Baloo, nice cipher going here.

[mo]

took over by demons,
so I'm constanly screamin,
in your mouth I'll be creamin,
on the internet streamin,
nah, bitches keep dreamin,
and ya'll createns keep sceemin,
I know ya'll want it bad enough,cause ya'll eyes is still beamin,
might create from raw stuff,
but it won't be enough,
cause this rap game gets tough,
and you gonna go through some stuff,
that's gonna make your life rough,
just don't just don't let um call your bluff,
if you do than it's over,
best to throw the cold shoulder,
makes your rhymes a bit colder,
allways throw the first boulder,
at the eye of the beholder,
be on fire,bitch don't smolder,
dancing with a gas holder,
and my F.B.I. folder,
that I stole from moulder,
and he won't get it back,
" TRADED THAT S H I T FO CRACK"
and ya'll might think thats wack,
but my minds been off track,
cause the train just derailed,
the first time I inhaled,
now my lifes just been jailed,
I geuss my mission was failed.

[baloo]

mo's style done got old
ya shit used to be bold
sayin shit no one else would say
makin bitches fold\
im out to finish you,
stomp you wit my tennis shoes
ya boys want some
they can all get in it too
punch yo girl in tha face
look down and grin at you
try to act bad,
but you just wont win it dude\
im tha champion,coast to coast
wristbands and hand stampin
you may be a bitch
but it's my style ya' crampin\
it's about time I came correct
tied ya up in the basement
you die from neglect
leave ya wit no food and barley water
ya bitch tried to haul ass, but I caght her\
keep this in mind when you try to reply
im the reason you get by,tha reason ya get high
the reason my shits fly is tha reason you gon die

[Infinite]

Awwwah Sh- it!!!!!!!!!!!

Hypocritical bastard, I'm rippin you faster/
Than the Democrats on Bush in a Politcal Massacre/
Spit more mathmatics than analytical answers/
And when they ask why you in that a casket, I'll calmly say cancer/
Lyric enhancer, like I got Viagra for my vocal chords/
I got bitches for when I leave town, but Baloo know he's my local whore/
Ya throats my focal point, Bitch, you ain't got time to be startin wars/
Cus ya mom just won't stop harrassin you till you finish your chores!/
Grow up, and take ya dick out that man's ass/
You harrass and harrass, but ALAS! I surpass,/
Every thought you ever thought, every thing you ever tried,/
With every rhyme I provide evidence to decide/
Who's on top of the cypher, the winner of the contest/
Rhymins something I'd die-for, clearly I'm obsessed/
I strongly suggest, you bow and ask to be blessed/
I'll drop you in the ocean with just a flashlight to signal your distress/

[Infinite]

I can't believe you guys are still doing this shit...lol
jus commin to check out what's going on...
Holla!

OnE