"OFFICIAL BATTLE THE PERSON ABOVE YOU THREAD"

[Mayor of Tracy]

You're about as fake as Bush's concealed bombs
And you'll get smoked like og kush in filled bongs
I kill moms that have children as stupid as you
To rid the earth of punk bitches pollutin like flu
What are you gonna do? Some WWF shit?
I don't wrestle I cut vessels leavin ya neck slit
Satans only sweatin because you're a flamin fag
And in this battle you're getting spanked, Like kids behavin bad

 

[8FIVE8]

faker than Bush's bombs? the news is what ur not watchin
as u can see Mr. Mayor, Bush is the only one droppin
i aint no punk bitch, u bitch, why the fuck u talkin greasy?
u spittin them wack rhymes, servin u is way 2 easy
i can see u already know about some wrestling moves
i got thousands like Dean Malenko, snap necks like Rick Rude
How the fuck u a Mayor when u aint even got ur own room?
let me guess, u'z a thug, only time u street sweepin is when u using a broom

 

[>L.A.<]

8-5's? Nigga, call me 8-9's
Im Fully Strapped in the Whip,
Let my dogs loose...I call them K-9's!
L, Ready to aim for ya Head
You branded for Dead,
Holidays is coming up...so Ima put ya gurl To Bed!
Ya Corny ass punchlines sicken Me
I'll give you a bad rapper discount,
And I'll write your shit for free!
Cuz Nigga you history
and I'll open a blood vessel or two
like i was operating a angistomy!

1~

 

[Ironic Commando]

brother, i'll overtake your 9's with rhymes// im crime confined, prison flow// where only the most hardened niggers-go

your puches are missin-me...im alrady to ill..your dirtiest needles couldnt sicken-me// dont need the weed...i'll flick-the-b like detonations codes lettin' missiles-free// i'll keep it in the toilet...you dont want shit-from-me//

 

[X Factor]

Did this nigga just say "niggers"?

 

[Ironic Commando]

you just said what i just said....
is there a problem?

 

[X Factor]

Nothin serious. I dont want to get in this whole nigga "nigger" talk with you so fuck it. Not worth it.

 

[Ironic Commando]

good...keep it moving

 

[>L.A.<]

This nigga should be called Ironic Commando,
Cuz Nobody expects you to run anything&#8230;.who gonna Command Ho?
See Im dropping that heat, that shit you can&#8217;t handle,
The way I &#8220;ROC&#8221; this nigga feet, I should call him Open-Toed Sandals (Haha)
I don&#8217;t gotta go hard on this Free, to diss this Herb
Happy he got to say Niggers! He just another whitey from the Suburbs.
I can write in any type of style, im just that good!
You a just a pile of shit, Respond to me?....I don&#8217;t think you Should
Cuz I&#8217;ll murk that ass, in a bar even two,
Im just talking shit now cuz I know you wont Follow Through.

 

[Ironic Commando]

you see, i spit out the petrol like i pressed the 91, let-got and deliberately flicked sparks from cigarette smoke// in a dry heat with dust circlin'...thats for certain// i flow from below the ghetto...so yea...i guess i am sub-urban// i'll periodically cut your fingers centimeter by centimeter...to keep your nubs-hurtin'//your moms gotta pay them doctor bills...so i'll keep that slut-workin' nut-slurpin'// nigger...yea i said it and dont regret it// i already told you my vocals throw unleaded// i'll treat you like an infomercial product...set it and forget it//
you give yourself far too much credit// i think you might wanna go back to your first bar and edit

 

[X Factor]

Doin too much with that nigger shit.

Just wondering are you a black guy callin dudes niggers or a white guy?

 

[Ironic Commando]

hahaha...you can think im a white guy...im fine with that

i spit i vile-mixture of genocide and hile-hitler

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

mayne that shit was trash but u STAY WRITIN RHYMES
you better off snitchin for pigs while THEY FIGHTIN CRIMES
while u at home jackin off i like to LAY PIPE IN DIMES
poorly TYPIN LINES is the LIFE N TIMES of IRONIC CAMANDO
its nothin this fool against me is like SONIC TO RAMBO
you will get smoked like some CHRONIC YA DAM HOE
dont even reply cuz u aint on my LEVEL
ima STONE U A PEBBLE, ima send u HOME TO THE DEVIL
after i bust shots from the CHROME TO YA TEMPLE
sum say i belong ina HOME FOR THE MENTAL
i get DOME IN A RENTAL, got my BONE IN HER DENTAL
eating a ice cream CONE IS ESSENTIAL
while u readin these RED HOT BARS
sum one read my flow n THEN GOT SARS
cuz i SPIT SO SICK, all u kno is how to GRIP YO DICK
all i kno how to do, is SPIT THIS HEAT
he cant see me, mayne this DIP SHIT WEAK
u aint nuthin but bitch, a SICC-NESS GEEK
ill have u runnin miles, like a FITNESS FREAK

FUCK WITIT BITCH

 

[RedStorm]

hey sevenoseven, here's something you can try and do
write a bar with a rhyme before the line is through
it's a shame you came from the same county as me
thankfully your rank will be revoked hastily
say another cliche, like you're "smoking mad trees"
you say your rhymes are SO sick, but you still repeat the SAME diss
on your life and rhymes i call bullshit
when your bitch pops out my baby you can hold it
better yet just take it, with no balls you can't be potent
gotta give you some hope, ole little mister no dick
the first and last rhyme i'll ever post here
cuz i'm stuck and bored with no beer
when the next line is done i'll be invisible again
wondering who'll destroy me out of all you men

(no rapper):cheeky:

 

[Ironic Commando]

mayne that shit was trash but u STAY WRITIN RHYMES
you better off snitchin for pigs while THEY FIGHTIN CRIMES
while u at home jackin off i like to LAY PIPE IN DIMES
poorly TYPIN LINES is the LIFE N TIMES of IRONIC CAMANDO
its nothin this fool against me is like SONIC TO RAMBO
you will get smoked like some CHRONIC YA DAM HOE
dont even reply cuz u aint on my LEVEL
ima STONE U A PEBBLE, ima send u HOME TO THE DEVIL
after i bust shots from the CHROME TO YA TEMPLE
sum say i belong ina HOME FOR THE MENTAL
i get DOME IN A RENTAL, got my BONE IN HER DENTAL
eating a ice cream CONE IS ESSENTIAL
while u readin these RED HOT BARS
sum one read my flow n THEN GOT SARS
cuz i SPIT SO SICK, all u kno is how to GRIP YO DICK
all i kno how to do, is SPIT THIS HEAT
he cant see me, mayne this DIP SHIT WEAK
u aint nuthin but bitch, a SICC-NESS GEEK
ill have u runnin miles, like a FITNESS FREAK

FUCK WITIT BITCH

you're a squirt gun...my lines are that of a rifle-kind//
your a bitch despite-your-rhymes, so dont act like you can trifle-mine//
you thought i meant, steal a nina, but i'll show you the true meaning of bite-the-nine//
a very short existance is your life-and-times//
i fucks'em, yet im not known for wifin-dimes, but you're synonymous with dropin'em-easy//
like the feds gave you the option-of leaving//
even your lawyer tried to stop-you-from-speaking//
be off my cock-you-are-squeezing//
my rhymes are not-for-the-measly
in a ford tauras on the corner with a wack chorus you-stop,- bumpin'-jeezy attempting to grill-greazy//
im so cold when i rhyme, the sound you hear is steel-freezing//
despite your best efforts, im still-breathing real-easy //
i can go all day, but my lines are so sick i feel-queezy//

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

this GUY IS WEAK, his rePLY IS WEAK
u couldt beat me if u LIE N CHEAT
my 1st verse killed u, u must be the LIVIN DEAD
whers ya mom? probly off ina bucket GIVIN HEAD
she does it for free she aint even GITTIN BREAD
im SPITTN LEAD, u just SPITTIN LOOGYS
only way u get bitches is by SLIPPIN ROOPHYS
yur flow is weak i dont wanna KILL IT TWICE
so ima end this shit quick like MINUTE RICE

 

[hblock1]

ok..

~ im heavily laced wit weapons dat'll knock ya head into space | send ya torso to ya door bro and FedEx ya face | to ya grandma's hut.. first class.. stamps included | anything his broken wrist uncle say.. guarantee dis fag would do it | im jus passin thru dis.. feel how dees raps is ruthless | bars is inc`d wit murder.. killn em for actin foolish | perhaps.. tha bullshit dat u pushin have me throwin full clips | of bullets thru ya blinds and in ya bullpen.. u dead to tha fullest | kuhs you'd pull it and aim high for tha skies.. i pull it and shoot to hit | a body of human flesh or tha frame of ya hoot'd whip | boot ya bitch's jaw and send her to u wit kum in her wig | she kant get enough of dis horsepower.. she luvin tha dick | squirt sum on her lips.. u kiss my kids before birth | toastas do more den knock ya top off.. they blow ya lid off tha Earth | yeah.. u feeln dis verse.!!~


ha.!

 

[J.G@tz]

Gatz back to make an impromptu apearence/ You sound like the last cat who cant rap, and the shit is apearant/ push rocks, pop glocks/ claim gangs, same thang/ this shit iz ova b'/ i was an o.g. back in 0-3, this shit iz old to me/ i demand respect, cuz the shit is owed to me/ if not the case then zip-lock ya face and ship it over seas/ you aint real see i kno real villains, who blue steal concealin, arsin ur apartment buildin', bullets lodged in ur spine now ya legs aint got no feelin'/ damn scared of guns now aint ya block/ you "gangsta" rappas is over commitin' on the gangsta part/ me gittin at you is just a fuckin' waste of art/ ill grab the whole h-block and rip the fuckin place apart!

 

[Stay High]

J.G@tz lack to pack a punch like a nerd gettin bullied for his sack of lunch-
i eat emcess up while you fail to barely munch, paper? ya I stack a bunch-
O.G....? nah, ya just frontin'-
just regurgitatin' rhyming words and hopin' to come up wit somethin-
its really nothin...i come off the dome proper-
leave ya open mouthed in awe like i just served your mom up the shocker-
your sweet like betty crocker with a lil shaven nut sack-
you should stick to tranny hookin' and just plainly give up rap-
i'm a rabid cali cat out of it's natural habbitat-
if you say you stay wit gats show me where you lay em at-
maybe ill spray you fast, maybe not...-
leave ya gaspin for 3 minutes then finish off all you other women cause all yall soft like linen..

 

[00Devin]

Here that this queer cat gonna finish you off like a broad
board i rub my beard i think I'll beat him down with a sword
I chop up little kids like stay highs fat ass cant even get up to the fridge
He came to mn and shook the ground till he broke our bridge
We had swat camped out in buildings and on rootops up on the ridge
Blastin his fat ass n face bullets were a waste cuz they just bounced off his waist
Finally they called up the lead pipe assassan to crash in and take him out surgically
like gout i cut out his mouth and noticed his breath smelled pickly
he had been chewen on old dutch and such so much he looked sickly
I'm sick see tee hee i just took a pee on your toilet seat and in your pool
And didnt have the common certacy to whipe the stool