who ever wanna battle come thru

[meltamic]

while you spittin shit sickles, my writtens ruinin ya life
ya mouth is so dirty, teeth lookin far from white
don't think its the blood man, you gotta be trippin
what the hell are you bitin, shits gettin a little sickenin
I can crash and smash if you want it come get it
I just step on the gas movin fast you might miss it
don't shut an eye you might cease to exist
can't flee from a fight cause my fist is clinched
you shudder from the sight of my microphone
so just leave it alone, off a bottle of patron
I turn you to ash breathin fire when I let go
eyes rollin back im a for hire hit man on a roll
lies you speakin will be become broken
speakin so loosely and soundin soft spoken
softer than charmin so you bound to be harmed man
after readin this you become my biggest fan damn
everytime you cough you sprayin an ass smell
I can't stand it any longer now I send you back to hell
you just can't match wits
your life I will lite like wick
and leave you melted like a candle stick

 

[Ironic Commando]

get it right&#8230;its sick sickles aim for your head&#8230;guaranteed they wont miss-temples// to clarify, im biting your chick&#8217;s-nipples&#8230;leaving that bitch cripple// im fickle when it comes fuckin many women&#8230;your minds on shit and dick-missiles// you flip simple like retard Filipinos cartweheeling// flossing my shark-fillings&#8230;my arts-dealing that shit talk&#8230;that&#8217;s whys theres vile bile when I smile// im shittin on you&#8230;this fools in denial&#8230;meanwhile&#8230;im leaving his year, model, and make-erased// so pump your brakes slow your role like ma$e-on-skates//for thinking your jabs would ever make me brace-my-face// now im his fan? You aint snatchin coke bags but this takes-the-cake// a lyrical wake-n-back&#8230;smoken his ashes like im off that good//after eating his whole hood// im now a bear shitting in the woods&#8230;left his rep tarnished/// when I clean up, its with his tattered garments instead of charmens<o></o>

 

[meltamic]

You tiddy bitin but I think your a tranny chic, stop wearin a wig
cause I know ya bitch is lookin like the amputee in ya sig
loosin all limbs cause your own damn grenades
yeah I brought it back cause it was on the last page
you fakin with the simple shit,
when I gets explicit with,
you know you wanna be hearin it,
but step back cause my fuse is lit,
expose the bitch that hides inside you
you just a hoe wit a itchy neck, white lips and no bible
shit I forgot to mention your your rap shit is weak
its like you took some text copy pasted it then fell asleep
wakin back up just to finish a 16,
you should put some more practice in ya routine,
im feelin a little mean so im out to destroy
got you cryin like a baby when im about to deploy
you gettin scared straight settin up decoys
a light shines in ya house and you jump like a springed toy
you jack in the box, yappin ass muh fucka
you gotta beg plead and pay just to get a bitch to fuck ya
im sorry for that one but I gotta speak the truth
you just got played out like the shit on the news

 

[Greg Double]

ah shit hes played out?, before i open my mouth somebody usually get laid-out//
talkin bout he gotta pay for sex? homie i heard u sell ass to faggots, gotta costume.. heard u was RACER X// with your mispelled website in your signature ass..
i never POR duced a thing, been to busy producin beats for dope RAPS//
how old are you man? cuz ill give you a break..
i doubt you ever meltamic.. but no rep is at stake.. so fuck it!

 

[meltamic]

Blue Nose Music E-N-T, nobody's tryin to hear it but that dude Dubb G,
i can't believe I never noticed the mispelling in the link
ill give it ya on that one, slipped up but not about to sink
thanks for the break but you ain't gettin one
beatin you repeatedly until you are done
finished, gone, got you steppin back
deminished, wrong, dubb g gettin smacked
its all about what you lack, cause you got nuthin to offer
im cuttin you slack, i feel bad cause you softer
just tryin to tell you your raps should be done by another author

 

[AKAZIE]

CHECK IT OUT LIL'HOMIE I SPIT RAPS FOR FUN
LIKE BREAKIN OUT OF HANDCUFFS AND STEALIN A PIGS GUN
YA FREESTYLES IS SOFT PROLLY PRACTICIN' FOR WEEKS
I JUST NEED A BLUNT AN A HAND FULL OF YA LADIES BUTTCHEEKS
LIKE AN X-MAN I SMASH YA FACE WITH A CENTER BLOCK
YA GIRL CRYIN' TO ME ASKIN FOR THE 10-INCHER COCK
THATS WHAT YA HOE FEEDS
I'M HIGH LIKE THE NOSE BLEEDS
YOU STILL CHASIN' A STORY
BUT HOMIE THATS THE OLD LEADS

 

[Ironic Commando]

into my enemies...defeat-i-drill-in// when my rhymes leak-and-spill-in// leaving them weak and seeking-healing// you knew this cat was cock sucker...even his sig wants to eat-my-children// he wants a ten incher-cock to leave his ass bent-and-rocked// i enter-shots...hit pressure points...leaving the chi in your center-blocked// then indent-his-face with that slab of concrete he-meant-to-say...rendered-ob...solete// normally i cop mad rhymes...but i'll patrol-off-the-beat-this-week...try to kick those rhymes to me...i'll control-alt-deleat-those-feet// i flow-off-the-heat-with-speech.....leaving your sides burned like my ax left you a mohawk-and-reached-the-meat// sheared-both-ears. you and your brother..your father and mother mad cause they reared-both-queers//

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

glad to see the forum getting some action

 

[DuceTheTruth]

glad to see the forum getting some action

Real shit....

I dont normally open this door....

But right now I'm happy I did.

 

[meltamic]

akazie for congress? you can't be serious
you actin lazie comin through with half sentences
nothin bout em be interestin so I guess ill finish em
mumblin musical mayhem obliterate sumthin for nuthin
humblin lyrical station illiterate is you sayin sumthin
i gotta be bumpin terrific gettin so specific
a lotta humpin ya chick cause you can't get wit
im on another level like empire status
the state building is eruptin somethin trajic
its magic and I can dissappear
rhymes are elastic and you can't come near
you fake as plastic and obvisouly can't hear
your raps are burried deep cause I let it happen
diggin holes for your flows put em in and see whos rappin.

 

[Madison Kaine]

you catz be going at it, I like it. I might have to join in.

 

[AKhan]

i came up from nothin, cousin im still-on-the-grind.
and everything i got in my hand..wasnt hard to find/
they call me the savage, because i rip-up-the-beat.
a 16 aint nothing to me, i come equipped wit tha heat/
i been around since the 90's, man rappin for fun.
till i came to realize i need paper by the ton/
like c-bo..im considered a thug....wont gat you homeboy
i leave that shit to my young/
all around the westcoast these-folks-will-know.
about the new slap we bringin while you open the doors/
ghost ride ya oldie and peel that curb.
then dip down the street wit ya hand on the bird/
incase a sucka wanna knuckle up, homie i dont give a fuck.
im old school i squab and tussle cause i dont give a fuck/
the new heater wit the slap provided.
on every single beat they know im straight ridin/

thought i'd just join in on this mane

 

[Ironic Commando]

i take a vacation-and-come-back// bitches thought they were safe-from-my-gun-clack// a whole arsenal...retarded riffles ..dumb-gats...attempt to run from-that// my son's-wack so imma re-educate and start with his face...a spitting image...and stay-calm// as i take-mom and look at her ass as something to rape-on// yo are a-con as in artist, trying to convince the masses that slow witted molasses bullshit you spit is classic// nothing in your pot is elastic and metal you aint blastin-...or even plastic// and if we knuckled up..its be tragic...i'd throw a shot...your next stops a casket// my shit is acid, yous a faggot fruity-loop and your booty-troop// im schooling-youths on how to be unruly-cooks// nut cases...atop your sister with fuck-faces// runnin train...her mouths a stuck-station, lights on, upon-sheets// its beyond-me why you'd advertise how you can dick ride on-beat

 

[meltamic]

Ironic Commando-
yo are a-con as in artist, trying to convince the masses that slow witted molasses bullshit you spit is classic// nothing in your pot is elastic and metal you aint blastin-...or even plastic//

cold so cold

 

[Ironic Commando]

it is a little nippy in here
thats "suck-station" btw. i didnt proof-read that shit

 

[meltamic]

bustin down doors retalliate with the wrath
dustin fools up eliminate em all fast
crushin towns down, I stop and hesitate
should I use this lighter or an ak
they callin him savage? the shit you spit is weak
readin those raps damn near put me to sleep
AKhan soundin like a 90's baby
talkin like he on the grind thats everbody lately
another thug steps to the ring gettin dropped daily
you got a mean mug and imma wipe it off you shady
you to afraid to lay one up in the dust
you gotta have ya young be the one to bust
murderous rhymes detrimental to ya mind
you can't outshine without some heat boilin lines
when you read these raps you lustin for a verse
if come around askin you might get hurt
maybe dissapear and end up on a shirt
there you are layin in the dirt
then across my face I cast a nasty smirk

 

[meltamic]

you catz be going at it, I like it. I might have to join in.

come on with it

 

[Stocktown_Rob]

i build the machine//you study the inventor//i bring the heat to cool breeze// you stay froze like hoes// with they toes exposed// in december//my rhymes are like fine wine// they age and get better// even if you grew yours organically// my rhymes would come fresher//i drop more knowledge in my feces// than you can comprehend in one semester//i deliver truth//like a five percenter//you stay foul like a hoofed animal// rolling in the mud// saying that you righteous//and you smoking laced bud// talking about whips and chains//thats the language of old days //with plantations full of slaves//lying online like you a killa// when you aint never filled a grave//

 

[meltamic]

my rhymes are like fabreeze everything I say be fresh,
but it aint about the words its what you got up in ya chest,
no I havent filled a grave and im proud to say I haven't,
cause if I did I wouldn't be going in rappin up outta habit,
id be behind bars steady livin in a shrinkin room
been there done that not somethin I wanna redo
this shit is just for fun
I regergitate some
lines to break spines and put ya in a tomb
I speak without hate and like to drop bombs
everything I say means another, im here then Im gone
a disappearin act with language i am the art
I pin point my style but you can't so you wrong
reappearin with the facts im pullin outta the heart
A sin you do and smile go away for so long
swirvin while you stearin will rip em all apart

 

[Stocktown_Rob]

finish burning your 8th up// and sipping your drank up// im just another problem for you fools// that you don't really want to take up// making situations ugly//like amy wine house// fresh off crack// in a sweatsuit with no make up// you trying to push heavy rhymes// but you need to get your weight up// so go see canseco// mcguire and bonds// have em poke your ass// and measure your arms// you're here and gone// like a disappearing act// with language// but your grammar is incorrect// so holler at a scholar// then get at me when your skills get child proof// if you misread the metaphor// it means when your skills tighten// it wouldn't hurt to invest in someone else to compose the lyrics that you're rhyming//