Calling up a black kid

1v1 rap battle. Who challenges

Nigga u don't wanna rap battle me yo

U can rap battle Obama, unless hes a pussy (hes black ofc)

i'll cum on his face
shit be all over the place

yo ******,
you aint nothing but a whigger

fucking wannabe
acting like your the queen bee

Fuck with me and i'll cum on your face
the shit will go all other place

wtf this section of the forum is scaring me

If it is then gtfo of it and go find a different section...i only read there posts in here i very RARELY post in here due to all the people in here are DOUCHE BAGS

Hmmmm... I guess I'll challenge you....



Since I have nothing else to do.

I could always use a good fight,

I just hope you aint no tyke.

Cuz I would hate to send you cryin off to bed,

because what I said snapped something wrong in your head.

I'm just cautioning ya, cuz I'm a big man brah,

and hate to be hurtin' some toddler yall.

But, hell I feel like rappin.

I feel like cappin!

I feel like divin in. That's enough fkin toe-tappin!

...

Oh, I feel like rippin somebody's pride out!

N' usin it for a pillow.. on my couch.

So Im cool with it!

I'll do with it.

I'll take this outside the school with it!

Yeh, I said I'll be waitin by tar top,

bakin outside the school of hardknocks.

You better bring an ice block,

cuz this might hurt a lot...

You want a black guy...you got him.

He's over there.

Yo Yo Yo; Why,


you got shit all on me
we fight like 2 dykes in a lesbian bar

you will end up going home
and having a knitting session with grandma

your nothing be a big fat kid, whos a little wussy
you'll be learning your abc's while i'm getting all pussy.

You only rhymed that last two lines,

But that's alright I'm fine.

Cause what Im about to do should be considered a crime.

Ima tie up all the phone lines,

So stop puttin in those dimes.

You can't phone a friend,

All it says is "Plz check the number and dial again"

...

Your on your own you see, and

once you go down this track,

there aint no goin back...


It's been a long long time since I took up my rhymes,

but I still keep it crackin like a fkin broken power line.
I will mess up your mind,
Take my time,
make sure all your friends see you whine,

before I rip out ur spine,

and have have you lookin like coward...

layin down on the street,

bending down and kissin my feet,

And I'll say "lil baby don't weep...

I did the same thing to some other wannabe last week."

i don't care if the shit doesn't rhyme,
atleast it's in time

your rhythm is the hypocracy
that enjoys the colonascapy.

Sucks ass?
You need to stop puffin on that grass.
And fatality I'm about to just pass
I feel like Im being short-changed a liter on a gallon of gas.
You see this beat is like a blast from the past.

Its from the legends like, Tupac, Snoop, and Run DMC
People like Emininem, Jay-Z, and the Notorious B.I.G.
This aint a hypocracy, its a fkin democracy.
Made by cool slick brothers who paved the way for you and me,
Brought the color off the street, and put it in a beat.

I hear the crowd cheering on everybeat Im at,
Saying "Finish him!" like on Mortal Combat.

Your time is done.
Its past time to run.
I respect that you showed up on this ground
But if you try to flee now,
I'll track you down like a hound.

Now the crowd turns away, as I walk all up in your space.
You close you eyes and look down in disgrace, as I close and smash your face.
I'll probably catch a case for what I left in my wake.
So I quicken my pace.

... Shit just got thrown all over the place.

Peut-etre je devrait,
essayer de te tuer.
Tu peut m'entendre?
je te tournerai en fillet.


mot.