mc battle thread

i'll have a shot then

you got less presence than evanescence
less intelligence than that banjo kid from severence
irrelavance, there is none- i pulsate charisma
like a pulsar vs. a charisma, you'll get burnt
coz you're pale and thin like a rizla
venomous when you spit, can you get more clichéd?
wheni flex, i'll spit on you like jibril cissé..
leave u STRUNG like flax, you just awack kid
'venomous'ly injecting 8 bars, like legs of an arachnid...

Valdez u win so far FLAX lol runescape
 
Should make this into an audio only thread!! anyone can write bars but whether they can spit them is a completly different thing!
 
i beg to differ that you think im competition
we lyrically indifferent, apologies im not sharing diction..
&don't flatter yourself, in a record shop for midgets
you still nowhere close to top-shelf, abort the mission
aural intensity, you don't even clinch it like humanity and nuclear fission
i dunno how long it took you to create this
but now i assume the position.. of the snakefist
and strike; phone your manager in maccys
cause there's gonna be a lateness tonight
ez bruv i'm only joking stop wobblin like bar-9
mr taurus, pay attention to your star-signs
sun aligned on the far side of venus, which means
horus commences smiting mc's with forehead-mounted penises
which is glorious coz ur boring us, an i don't wanna hear anuva of your chorus'
 
i beg to differ that you think im competition
we lyrically indifferent, apologies im not sharing diction..
&don't flatter yourself, in a record shop for midgets
you still nowhere close to top-shelf, abort the mission
aural intensity, you don't even clinch it like humanity and nuclear fission
i dunno how long it took you to create this
but now i assume the position.. of the snakefist
and strike; phone your manager in maccys
cause there's gonna be a lateness tonight
ez bruv i'm only joking stop wobblin like bar-9
mr taurus, pay attention to your star-signs
sun aligned on the far side of venus, which means
horus commences smiting mc's with forehead-mounted penises
which is glorious coz ur boring us, an i don't wanna hear anuva of your chorus'



it was ok but your not a great lyricist,
i'm a Verbal rapist, face it, get the fuck back to basics
i dare you to come back and try to lay waste to this
if you do i'll lyrically tear you a new face lift,
come at you like jason from friday the thirteenth
like michael myers from halloween, i'm showing my teeth
you must be an infidel, well this is for your own benefit, you may as well
throw yourself down a well, your witnessing an mc from hell
i'll kill you...............lyrically grill you,
words drill into you, stick to you like glue, its true
no opinions all fact, skill to put you on your back
don't need to fill in the cracks, you've met your match
its as simple as that, stamp on you like a door mat
take you out like the trash, metaphorically my rhymes are an axe
tear you a new gash, you may as well rip up your rhyme pad
burn it to ash, and fast, if your lucky i'll throw you a life raft
don't even need to graft when i write, could do it all day all night
so controlling i could make a fat bitch want cellulite
like a lyrical cannibal, i'm an animal.. light you a blaze like your flammable
sicker then hannibal, blow your ear drums like i've turned up the decibels
i'm like a killer on the hunt, could rip this scene a new cunt
every rhyme sharp never blunt, too battle me is your greatest stunt
but your bound to fail... never prevail, your the coffin and i'm the final nail
i'll lyrically spear you like your moby dick the whale..
 
sat there at your pc day-long in your dressing gown
hair greasy gettin no pussy, waiting for the next episode of countdown
another ounce down, frontin til man brings the hounds round
you pay up but things lookin minor like golden brown sound,
you can't afford to go down town, too busy scramblin for the rocks
find them beside the shanks and the disused ox,
how you spend your dough is all oxo though can you match my pace?
i more than mirror your flow cause i'm southpaw not orthodox,
you need to emigrate, switch place with those middle eastern lads at calais docks..
i got this on lock when i rhyme fast it's not slow burn, altering space-time like delorean
mental capacitys already low but when i'm done you'll be 4 again
 
sit on my face
dance in the place
get sprayed in the eye with mace
mace windu com merk man with kung fu
sam your attempt was utterly shocking!
unlike valdez you just got the place rocking....
made more sense than hhmmm..lets call him creature,
leading the freak show he'll be the main feature,
but back to you now cos i aint standing for that,
coming in with 4 lines left you looking like a twat,
an idiot, a pure fool, 'twas a rhyming abortion,
if your gonna leave comments.....
better leave them with caution,
cos detonates here and i'm a proper radged packet,
you can lock me up i dont give a fuck....
BRING ON THE STRAIGHT JACKET!!
 
hyperd4eva
stop writing bars forever
trevs real name is trevor
trevor is not that clever
he looks sexy dressed in leather
so does that eastenders bird fat heather
she sunbathes topless in hot weather

sunbathes topless but she wears wellies
3 chins, no ankles, 5 bellies
fat cunt loves beef flavoured jelly
u need a widescreen to see her on telly

hyperd4eva... hes dead
dont know u so i rinse heather instead
i heard she needs 3 king sized beds
rod, todd, maude flanders and ned
fuck this rhyme its dead
 
would you like to give a kiss to mr gerkin
i boned your girl in the arse i bet its still hurtin
Lets tally this up, another ass to whup.
Shit on you like 2 girls and 1 cup..
Go all out coz I just don't give a fuck..
Lyrically armed, click, cluck.. Take a page outta my book
Shoot you down like a duck,
Take you out like I'm the pan and your hook
I cause ruckus, metaphorically..
Show ways of my superiority..
Cause mayhem in the ranks of the minority, that can keep up with me.
I'm like the end of days, end you in many ways..
Put you to sleep like purple haze.. I get awareness raised.
I'm the Armageddon of the rhyme writing craze.
Kill you with a single phrase.. This to me is more then a phase.
Not big headed, I just tell the truth..
Ego on the roof, pull you out like a rotting tooth
Destroy you like your the ball and I'm Babe Ruth.
I'm the King Kong of the scene, living the dream
Like Vietcong guerrilla warfare I'm not seen
Come in, bang, hit a lyric then vanish...
Sting suddenly like a preying mantis
Like a flood of avalanches, got you banished
More mystery to me then the city of Atlantis
Just can't match this.. So on that note...
I'll end with a fuck you, you can't compete with what I've wrote.
 
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