who ever wanna battle come thru

what's the rules?

what are the rules let me know and we can throw down?

ill post .
give me a while

fuck rules, and both u dudes, who cant rap
its a wrap, couldnt come clean, with 2 baths
or a shower, break u down like twin towers
pick any day, any week, or any hour
guaranteed when i hit or spit, it'll hit harder
i rhyme like a top charter, hotter than the 3rd Carter
u justa farter, i shit on niggaz like assholes
holy macaroe!, watch me creep up like Rambo
damm yo!, gotchu bitch mades writin them letters like Stan yo
light that ass up like candles, u like Mr. Miyagi-less Daniel
my blitzkrieg make ur team scramble
got ur bitch in my bathrobe, sportin my house sandals
yeah, suckuz wanna test, but they get straight F's
e-tard retarded mc's i'll smack u deaf
seen more foul shit thanna muthafuckin ref
aint showin me love? beat that ass till u got no fuckin hatin left

Kill me with a haiku? dude ..what fuck is you talkin about?
thats like me saying im gonna jump through this screen and knock the snot out ya mouth
I highly doubt without a weapon, you would stand a chance in a battle
this is ya warning that you appproachin danger similar to a snakes rattle
i can attack you without touching, thats just one of my methods
welcome to the first day of school im bout to teach you a lesson
Now i suggest you try to backtrack... and edit up ya posts
cause im gonna make you slowly eat up every word that you wrote
make you choke on every letter, like letting a baby play scrabble
till you realize you done bit off more than you can really handle
your simply just a candle of a man that will melt when heat gets applied
Did you...just piss ya pants?... or are you just meltin inside
i suggest you try and find some place safe to hide out and retire
cause boy im on ya line just like that proverbial bird on a wire.....

still gettin' used to this site I couldn't get back in
this is 858 1st. who's next?

talking trash get's you crushed like a compactor
and with that garbage I'd hush not come back first
with a whack verse that doesn't have any good punch lines
and mine could punch in line a lot of men a bunch of times
the cunt rhymes weaker than wheat thins under a tractors wheels
weak men, he underlines with his ink pen how this rapper feels
I kill this bastard's skills, mine are like great whites to seals on cinco de Mayo
I take lives when it starts for real no lines 858 just think or try those
my flows can sink five boats as much weight as they carry
their fucking deadly like catching Asthma too late your buried
be aware G more than a kingpin getting his door kicked in
in the middle of a war, fucking be sure before your spitting
I'm ripping like four Hitmen touring Bora Bora more tripping
son than a store full of acid on thier tounges poured dripping
all day he's on the run like a tornado, but in the storm sitting
dumbass saw me coming for miles, he's been warned I'd rip'um

lol awe man....

I turn lionsfromthelake
into kittens when I'm baked

run, come test the Cali Don
and I'll earthquake this whole place

razor scrape your face
like a plate when I'm choppin'

my bass will destroy your fanbase
have your whole trailer park like, "dude....beto's so AWESOME!"

especially when I'm on one
somebody should have told 'em

that I fuckin' run this yard
dog, I got bars like Folsom

your style's too wholesome
let me show you what siccmade is

I'm the type to filet your flesh
just to play xylephone with your ribs

wanna war? I got first dibbs
I'm forever ready to battle

squattin' somethin' with more horses then the Preakness
I'm all in your ass like a saddle

quick to rain on you like Seattle
you better run when the clouds come

and when the floods start to flowin'
you can see where the fuck I get my style from

muthafuck an EP or an album
I'm forever hot when I'm spittin

like a llama stranded in the bahamas
with nothin' but a pcoat and mittens

redrum's the description
Cali weed is the prescription

fuck ya teeth!
metaphors punch you in the grill, leave your whole face missin'

You couldnt kill me..you shit is so damn weak..you must be kiddin or fake
Lion from the Lake?..lookin more like a scared kittn from the way that you shake
your fate has been written, i was sent here as a representative of the siccness
to annouce the decision, that you have been formally banished from the rap business
now dont go tryin to kill the messenger, when im just letting ya know
but this rhyme right here is the silver bullet for you,..the final blow
now you can bow out wit dignity, and i'll let you leave wit ya pride
or can stick around for the the show, but ya might not make it out alive
Boy you must be high or out ya mind, you have no idea what you started
i shoulda had brotha lynch type up my intro and have it say RIP to Colin Martin
im bout to break apart your entire existence, and leave it in pieces
doin research on ya website to complete the backround report on this thesis
Let see, apparently your the younger brother of some dude called the Surgeon?
never heard of em...and dude you look like a lonely 30 year old virgin
what exactly was the purpose, of you posin in a road with a lion?
is that really just the pussy thats in you, that you failed at hiding?
now i could be wrong, and you might just have mad skills
but right now your just another country reject turned rapper, reppin nashville
i read here you've come close ,almost died a few times in your life
homie check ya pulse real quick, i wanna finish this shit before you flatline
i see why, your you tried to make a change, and get off them drugs
but after reading ya bio, i feel that as a child you musta never got hugs
i heard the song you did with brotha lynch hung, and man that shit was hella funny
maybe dude was strung out or something, and simply needed the money...
alright im done with this dummy, im gonna just sit back and laugh
and right now you feelin the Aftermath, of me rippin you a brand new ass.....


RIP Colin Martin

You wanna battle me? You gotta be kidding me
'Cuz if music was gravity then you would be Issac Newton
and my lyrics are apple trees

My first attempt at a battle rap

My rhymes comin big blowin up the rictascale/ you got an ounce to push, I got a whole brick for sale/ Im only going to tell you once so you better listen well/ your just to frail/ but shit oh well/ sit back and grip the rail/ cause Ill send you flyin like a giant kicked your tail/ my flows got a virus, just call it sickacell/ My punchlines are murderous, just send my fists to jail/ Im less of a profit, more of a gift from hell/

Beto The odds of you winning are like seeing Haley's comet during a full eclipse
wit a cool mist, and if I may be honest your just full of shit like six bull pits
pick a fool or this bitch Beto wants to be like Beta I could give a fuck or two
and not to be abrupt to this kid but did the aliens just fucking abduct you dude
I instruct you through cause there's more holes in your game then the universe
I drop so many bombs on Beto this fucking gay ho, they call me the una-burst
killer, you think rapping tight is a new style of battle and it's really a diss verse
I don't know is it my ass you can kiss first cause it doesn't count which is worse
than not dropping we know your dumber than a doe-doe bird on paint thinner
in the summer, I'm really surprised you would know those words thanks beginner
take the short bus faggot, that's it your pants are sweeter than fun dip multi-packs
and fuck your multi's are whack I thought you were going to actually insult me back
sulk in the fact how good he knows, I package my raps sweeter than tootsie rolls
super-sized served in theatres to show this pussy ho, he isn't as good as he flows
now this little Beto is shown, I'm legendary when I battle like a gladiator in Rome
mad at me hater?you couldn't be more fly if you had a national aviator whose flown

what's cracking?

beto killed yall...

good verse Dirty Needles you did your homework but where's your video
you can youtube me dude and your more scared then scooby-doo idiots bro
maybe you got the story backwards maybe Brotha Lynch wants to cross over
then you would just be a fucking punk, that gets punched now I toss this poser
dirty needles get off the blow first, don't butter up to me when your toast is burnt
yeah mother fucker, you got a rank but just got spanked how was the host earnt?
your post weren't impressive, but Like ur name up the fucking charts I'm shooting up
mad cause you pretend your sick but to make you look it I couldn't puke enough
it's in the bag, I'm about to detox this fucking junky give me your fucking needles
you haven't heard of me big D but I'm from the dirty but I stuck in one that's lethal
maybe you arm has been tied longer than a mental patient trying to kill the staff
nothing is worse than when a toughman's verse didn't match my skill and he still laughs
I kill more emcee's than one billion dirty needles could do in a decade of constant use
your the type to talk about a million straps but then let the fucking gays constitute
the only type of straps you use is on your arm so quit talking about Rip Colin Martin
I can kill this emcee with dope lines one by one or starve his IV and ALA CARTE HIM!!!!

I just threw away that dirty needle

whats good lioness?
this is Beto, not Beta you better know my fuckin' name

I'm not a monster with a Triton
muthafucka, but I'll beat you just the same

put white sheets over you mane
and I aint talkin' about your Klan kin

I fuck with the baddest bitches in Cali
while your fingers steady grippin' on some lambskin

you're famous for farm animal tamperin'
this bitch got the nerve to say I'm hatin

yeah...you're right, maybe I am
JUST HATIN ALL THE WACK SHIT THAT YOU'RE MAKIN

all you hearin is fans complainin'
while I get props when I drop shit like a little kid potty trainin'

haha, this pussy must be ovulatin'
why your bars so full of sweet shit?

this dude got a thing for Sacramento rappers
lookin' for some meat to sink his teeth in

shit, that sure aint me man
although I've done shows with that man you idolize

you aind madesicc, you just ride Lynch's dick
and wish to keep your head between his thighs

you the type to get ran thru, that's right
you didnt think I recognized you huh?

you're that underage bitch Haystack fucked
and got him all caught up

damn, probably didnt want that fact brought up
wanna go and get a gun try and act hard?

we could play with them pistols, yezzir no prob
my crew got mure tecs then the muthafuckin GeekSquad

weak shit Beto...

I'm bright all the time like the streetlights
you write all your rhymes like your the street type
even with a set of drums in a van you wouldn't be on the bandwagon
sit Beto, if you get any dumber man you couldn't stand to imagine
going down any faster if gravity had a fucking Vortex
poor vet faggot emcee thought he had me with four texted
try to understand on this earth your below me
died on your verse your under me man no emcee
your unfit and out of shape, figure, the equation
getting bigger is never in this square his liver even hates him
keep fucking with me I'll get funky like Al Sharpton's hair
on this junky like it's got calicks and parts thin weaved I swear
I could cook this chicken and slice and dice the pears
you want fucking beef? fucking heat it up twice I'm rare
quit the cheezy shit, use your noodle, or make some macaroni
Beto used a razor blade on a plate is was so fake bro I slap phonies
your less scary then a carnival midget with a plastic sword
you'd have to get your asswhipped with the last shit I was bored
dive on in, while I lap you, Beto don't get swimmer's ear
Cause I will flip if I have to you gay ho and end your career
I'll piss on anyone close to me like babies in the shallow end
taking a wizz unsafely from what they say the "cows go in"

damn lol. I made you look awful twice, Dirty needles is actually pretty good though. Good shit both of you, how long have you all been writing?

well i can see the pretty side of this rhyming is about to get ugly...
aint it funny...
muthafuckas looooooove to talk shit... then wanna play buddy buddy
but i aint that type of nigga...country boy you fuckin wit some city slickas
we deliver shit so dope, an instant over dose shutting down ya system
you gettin twisted like prisms since im the shining light thats warpin ya vision
theres no competition , straight to the point like a thousand syringes
who the fuck are you kidding? im bout use this spoon to dig out ya heart
They call me Mad Dogg Williams and im like god 'round dee's hurr parts
Now ya dun made a big mistake hurrrrrrrr boy, whur's ya posse?
ya know yerrrrrrrrr fuckin with Sac and the Bay, and this aint the grand ole opry
now you can try to stop me, but coke couldnt...and thats a helluva drug
2 things you cant do,
fuck with me and outdrink an indian named chug a lug



fuck it im done