Rap battle

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Rap battle your weak ass rhymes? ok

Kill yourself

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*drops mic*

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This thread reminds me of wannabe rappers who write their own lyrics to hip-hop instrumentals on YouTube.

But fuck it, let's go.

When I'm with your girl I come on her tits,
that bitch a skunk, and my spunk reads "Anonymous"
like in calligraphy;
you can't hope to compare wit me.

Internet Hate Machine runnin' at double speed,
you put in DMX and some weed, and what it spits out is ME.

My flows slick and my dick tastes like Nutter Butter,
better nut'er before I make her my supper and "sup?" her on Tinder; I winned her you lost her; by winter your loss'll make you lay down like docile dogs caught in a foxhole.

I cruise in a Vauxhall, you're drivin' a Mazda; when I rock the /fit/ squatz, you're chillin' with Fonda.

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is that not the point?
i love reading them, they all have no flow or innovative rhythm patterns.

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Sometimes I like to try to figure out what flow/rhythm the writer was going for.

About half the time they end up sounding like 5-year-olds writing limericks.

I once had a dog at my house.
My mommy said "no, that's a mouse."
I guess she was right, so I flew a kite,
and forgot there's a mouse in my house.

have you ever tried to rap it frm start to finish to find that several of the lines cant match up without waiting a full measure for it to sound correct.

Yep. I find myself thinking, "if he just used THIS word instead of THAT word and found a filler word here, he could've added a pair of rhymes and made the bars fit."

This thread doesn't bother me so much, because I know nobody is TRYING to be good. People on YouTube try. Hard.

It's time to start bring all these posts together to make 1 super rap

maybe it is because they arent sitting down with no computer stimulation editing the song over and over while listening to the beat.
i can't rap at all, but youtube makes me feel like eminem when his first album dropped

is voice user still here?

Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors and non-rappers fractured
Results in more cast appearances than a hundred actors
Emcees I'm testin' like diseases injected in gerbils

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I was just thinking, "Hey, that's pretty good!"

Then, "Hey, wait, that sounds familiar."

Then

All you niggaz is fuckn wack.
Start shaking now cause the MC is back.
I got the talent that you faggots lack.
Just sit back and lick my nut sack

When I come to town I burn that shit down.
And all you white boys better hit the ground.
When ya hear
CLAC K CLACK CLACK
Nigga corpses all around.

Chicken and grape drank is all I need.
A 40 of crack and a gram speed
Too get the hood rats on their knees.

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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd
The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard
Take it from the Tec-9 holder
They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola
Everything that glitters ain't fishscale
Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael
A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack
Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka
Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa
Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa
Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay
But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go
'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em
Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em
Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice
We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist
Man, please, the stage is made of panties
From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
Ban me the dough rake, daddy
The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake
For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man
He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand
On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her
She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
A whole host of roller coaster riders
Not enough tracks (is it?)
Hot enuff black (for ya)
It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?
Do not stand still, both show skills
Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills
Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat
Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet
Told ya, on some get-rich shit
As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit
This is it, make no mistakes
Where my nigga go?
Figaro, Figaro

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i once thought a crayon was a food
i ate it then later i pooed
i stumbled away
the water was gray
i guess that pencils aren't crayons

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What have you got in common with OP
You both shit your pants when listening to me.
Or should that be a dress (either way, you're a mess)

Just like OP, your "flaccid asshole" is mine
Spread like Sweden's "Singing Sailor" neon sign
But I ain't touching that shit,
I don't wanna taint my dick
So you'll be a virgin till the rear end of time.

The only reason your mind is spitting heavy shit
Is cause you're denser than a neutron star you dimwit
Verbal diarrhoea doesn't make a shining star
It only makes a black hole that's as sucky as you are

You have everyone reaching for the door
lyrics so crap people can't take no more
It's an open and shut case
A revolver to your face
Marked "pull" so you can emergency exit this place.

Wrapping up my post with a final verse
You must feel honoured, to be the very worst.
I got you rereading my lines
To work out what you missed the first time.
It's alright if you can't get through
I figure reading's difficult for you

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