Rap Battle Thread. Round #2

[Mutant Monster RAEG-HAPYP]

Too lazy to dig up the first one.

 

Go.

[VampireofDarkness]

Don't call it a comeback, it's only round two

I take it from Cool J, only to tell you

How simply foolish these suckaz all be

On the moment they come to challenge me

I take a rhyme, a word, take it out on a new threshold

Turn it to a verse, and let it go tenfold

It comes out atomic, raging bombaz

And when I get on the track, I break all of the armors

All of you fools coming with your average references

But the more shady, Ballom raid the, deferences

Maybe I'll switch up the flow, fit out to my preference

Take out all of you suckaz who never get the reference

As I slick like that, I trick like that, I flick like that

The baddest JABRONI who went and stick it like that

And I count it like the 1, 2, 3, 4

B A double L, oh, have em like gee at the door

But enough of that silly sheet, let's get back to real hit

Then again you other suckaz don't really have the same wit

How about I challenge the crowd, to topple a rhyme like this one

I'd give another line, but damn, ain't even worth the time, I'm done

*drops mic*

[~British Soul~]

Ha, enough of your worthless prattle

because I'll emerge as the winner of this rap battle.

And if you've got a problem with that,

then stick around and I'll show you where it's at.

I'll be busting out the best damn rhymes

and earning my fair share in dimes.

You guys better not ruin my flow

'Cuz jabroni, I'm the star of this show.

[Proto]

Ayo ayo ayo.

 

I'm hacksaw Jim Duggan.

Your slack-jawed jabroni buggin'

You can't tell me nothing, fresh just like Bill Bellamy.

Fist is like James Dickens'

I've been in the game rippin'.

And I roll with a main jabroni that's like sapping your brains, pimpin'.

I turn around and smack a funk like it was open season.

Leave you dripping red and seeing stars like I was Puerto Rican.

Gimme a reason, I'll punch a heathen, corrupt a deacon, funk with me aqui I'm ever better than I could believe it.

Chill with the phone calls.

I be alone dog.

Crawfish, I'm raw brah.

Chick looking gaw-geous.

I don't need a doggone guard dog

Prolly just a four-door car for the shotty when it's shot off.

 

jabroni I'M NASTY.

[Halubaris Maphotika]

 

Kind of pissed off my mic is only working on one side and I don't know how to fix it. BLARGH!

 

[spoiler=LYRICS]

Yo YCM, brothuhs started a rap battle?

Alright s*** looks like I need to set some s*** straight,

It's ya boi Halu, get ready cuz Im comin in hard y'know what Im sayin?

 

Yo my name is Halu on the forum, CJ on the net,

I saw this thread and had to place down my bet,

 

I'm a crazy amnesiac on crack so don't give me flak when I sound like a screw-jack

Cuz I'm about to lay the SMACK down on you guys so watch your back or you gonna need an ice pack

I reckon I should get crackin with these rhymes cuz every time, I start a part I go off the cart

Nevertheless, I digress, I must confess I need to make progress on you guys before y'all turn this into one big f***ing mess.

 

You guys can't match my batch of sweet wordplay ok?

Don't try because I won't lie,

You ain't gonna last long I give you that,

But if you really think you got crap "Well snap" lay em out for the rap.

Let's get this party started, but not for the fainthearted, otherwise you end up lost like Nate Drake in Uncharted

Or like Lost at the cost of a really stellar ending, no need to be cross, cuz you smell like f***ing car exhaust

Not to brag but I smell like fresh cotton while you mags smell like the leftover rags from a garbage bag.

This a straight diss from the crispy lips of the rap Abyss,

Mr. Halu Esquire, might I inquire how the Hell you can get out of my quagmire?

I'm a maze of the craze but don't be fazed by my ability to linguistically become the epitome of a genre so uncanny

The master of Pop, Lock, Drop, and Hip-Hop.

The braggadocios, precocious, man on fire and focus, ready to pounce on my prey like Arthur on Morgan le Fey

The destructive, constructive, masochistic, nihilistic, b****

I got the itch to spit so here's the sitch get some stitches cuz I'm about to go throw you in a ditch

Like a gangsta to a snitch or the ball to the plate, whatever makes for a better sales pitch.

[Just Crouton]

"Ramblings of an Alpha Male" by Busta Nutz

 

They tried to kept him down.
They said he was too controversial.
But, he couldn't be stopped.
BUSTA! BUSTA!
Gurl I ain't gunna fail
Cuz Ima alpha male
BUSTA! BUSTA!
Ima sit on yo face
Fart in yo eye
I'm the master race
Gunna give ya pink eye (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Baby mama axin fo munny
Thinkin dats funny
Her blood kinda runny
Not like my honey (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Ima go to Wendy's
Get a big mac
Dun't sell big macs
Got my own mac (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Shootin up da building
Shootin up da streets
I an alpha male
Dis ain't no feat
Gonna get wet
Gonna get high
Shorty axin' why
Gonna make her die (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Filthy ass f*gs
Gettin all high
Like niggas in rags
They goin in dry (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Creepy ass crackas
Always be snitchin
Calling us slackas
Honkies get stitchin (BUSTA) (BUSTA)
Goin down the trail
Goin tooth and nail
Ain't gunna fail
Cuz I'm an alpha male (BUSTA) (BUSTA)

 

[Nathanael D. Striker]

Oi mother funkers, do you know who I am

I'm the guy who going to go funking HAM

All over your sorry asses, so don't forget this funking day

Cause it's the end of your funking stay

 

It's time for you to be executed, and I got my finger on the mic

Ready to end your life with rhymes so sick

That you'd swear you're already in the funking grave,

But I own your ass, so thou shalt die until the end of this rave.