Replies to This Discussion

Permalink Reply by chatta box on September 7, 2009 at 8:49pm

hahaha is that the best you could come up with?? must be a clown, lets finish him once and for all, not even gonna try....

dude you say you cleaning up the trash, when ur letting it out the truck
this stupid, dumb dump boy stinks and how the f***..
he think hes on my level, i do this rap s*** outta love
ur rhymes are so boring dude just stop that brag and fuss
get over your loss, ur so obsessed with men sucking your nuts
leave you to fold i hold the cards yeh boy royal flush
im from the UK soil its where the royalty resides
im loyal to the truth, and man your just coils full of lies
ill boil till this f***** stupid m*********** realise that hes died
ill soak his f***** mind with oil so my flames will ignite
and burn through his eyes leave him f***** blind,
im divine with rhymes that leave u undermined
blind? wait a second this guy already is
he tries so hard yet comes soft, just hope ignorance is bliss
still think you win? ur so stupid u dont even recognise
a first class rhyme, ur lines are plain and im high above the skys
lie like f***** lawyers - strangle him with a tie
face it your not better than any single rhyme that i write
one hit my lines take all your nine lives - u dumb cat
my flames make fumes that make your lungs black,
quit it, stop tryna smoke me cus ya death is just that
how many times i gotta prove that this dude is just whack
all he does is bust crap and lacks any tru talent just trash....
and lame s***, repeats himself, so u wanna play
this guy is “infront of me”? if im “running backwards” in the game
f*** a turtle and a rabbit im a human being in this race
all im seeing is u trace peoples rhymes YOUR THE FAKE
learn this face, turn to hate, ill s*** on u you f****** dump man
skunks smell better than you do u f***** junk man
and yeh ill clunk this fool, your not the best kid
u cant flex this, ill hammer this tool, you dont possess this
fluid flow with fluency, you and me? you losin b
ill drop my punches and metaphors and still you will lose this free
yeh i chat –a-b**** bet u cant even get a guy
im at high peak, ill make the source recognise im a five
this dude aint metaphor so how can he match a five
im better by.....lets say if its me vs u? then ill never die
and yes here i am i “stepped down to your level”
and here i am still “elevated above you”, harder bars than your metal
and a score to settle? you got to fit in first
words and verses full of verbs, will turn this persons nerves to dirt
u heard this garbage man needs to be taught a lesson, for him to learn
put him in a hearse, no respect is what he deserves
let the whole world step on his grave, an’
this is the simplest that i spit like i spit to the pavement
man i shouldnt even call your lyrics rap
u spill this trash, its more like simple poetic crap
s*** even 123 abc is more complex than that
cant even spit properly about your context , how whack
can you be? clearly not as much as mike
cut my life with a knife? how bout you carve such a life...
for your own, my rap history made you my history
so i dont consider you a new victory
your just slow, young, dumb with a “puny flow”
wont float like boats, no matter how “mike rows (micros)”
so call this the end ive had enough of this practical joke
tested me? no chance, give it up, your just intellectually slow

man this is nothin' give it up your gone, i win seriously haha im not even gonna bother clappin to the next thing u send through unless its at least half decent.... im out peace

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on September 8, 2009 at 2:41am

You a lame, such a shame, what? you blazin up cane? the f*** is wrong wit your brain ?
How you thought you could outrap me? Didn't you see how I slaughtered your daddy?
Mars, tell your daughter she oughtta be happy! And whens the comeback? Holla, git at me!
But back, to chattabox, pop him wit a couple rapid shots and all that chatta stops
Until she rats to the cops, how you think she got the nickname? She sure can't spit flame!
S***, this b**** f***** wit tha wrong thug, now this scrubs gittin f***** up when I run up
Wit no mask so you know its Trash, your last vision is me literally spittin on and killin yo ass
Then send a note back to the queen tell her she lost one to Amurdica's battlin machine

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by Menace on September 7, 2009 at 11:03pm

AYO MIKE

YOU GOT MURK

TRUST ME I DONT LIKE CHATTA B**** EITHER

BUT N**** GOT IN YO AZZ SON

KEEP PRATICING

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on September 8, 2009 at 2:20am

I baited mars out cuz I knew he had talent but this chattafaggot gittin in it is tragic
Whass is name said I need more practice but I dont see him presentin a challenge
Me and Manhattan keep typin out classics but these other dudes get left back in caskets
I dont know why they all talkin this madness but they gonna find out why I am the baddest

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on September 8, 2009 at 1:50am

My desert eagle is evil, so face the devil and taste this metal
Deep throat the barrell, my street flow'll tear you a new one
Til they all like Trash, are you done ?
Hittin him ? Quit it ! Your killin him ! S***, now your spillin him
All over tha 410, no, now the road is dirty,
did you have to cut him open like a turkey ?
Certainly ! For thinkin he was worthy to trade a verse wit me
This nerd'll be just another chump chucked in the dumpster
It aint all, his fault, he got a drunk, c** guzzling mother.
This chattapunk wack as f*** so I toss him in the back of the truck
after rappin him up after I stabbed him in the gut
right after I nut-blasted his s*** but before that he thought he was challengin what ?
You aint nothin to me w****
you the type suck til your knees sore
and be like why you had them B-more
boys rape my niece for ?
Why the pliers ? why'd you have her teeth tore
out her mouth, please, i dont need war...
Too late your fake ass started it
Now you scared cause you targeted
Dont ever say my name wit that gay uk retarded lisp
That I bet you talkin wit and I dont even need to hear you
Cause you even type like a f***** q**** dude
F*** a gun, I'll stick a knife in your ear tube
Put a blade in your brain, shoulda stayed in your lane
You know, the slow one on the right
Before you became a lost, murdered, ghost in the night
Gabe at home like Trash,
Now you know that aint right
50 like Pow !
Thats the f*** how !
You supposed to win a fight !
Em like wow,
that sick cracker
makin me proud to white
chatta aint sayin s***
My fire
From the home of the Wire
just burned out his life
Thug from the home of the orange and black.
No, it dont git no harder than that.
and
no one even gives a f***
where chatta is at

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by King Mar$ Manhattan on September 8, 2009 at 3:17am

Hmmmm so this is what its like to read a battle and not be in the s*** lol not bad. Ill hop in when this is over. Lol I got winner.

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by chatta box on September 8, 2009 at 7:23am

i seriously cant believe he said “boys rape my niece for?”...dude wtf, me? child abuser? i think not! clearly doesn’t know me! anyway let me get to it, still hasn’t stepped his game up but nevermind i feel like murking this guy again.....this isn’t a war, probably not even a battle...

ok ive got the UK accent, so does that even matter?
this is a written freestyle being written by chatta
gay lisp?!? have you had a listen to your own music?
you are so stupid, you put the shame to rap... your just a nuisance.........
people how many times do i have to say this guy just trash talks?
if he was a tru (rap artist) he would know im (far past this) crap yall
(get down), back fall, im (best round), thats all?
no it aint! he says is he’ll (splatter) my (matter) but u see (chatta) dont have trash talk!
sick of his back talk, mars murdered him every battle [said battle so it would make him feel better]
only way you got classics is cus your a joke, just a hoax
get off my d***, gay f***** everyone else can murk you
me a nerd?dude! raps not the only thing- im good at-work too [haha had to put that lame line in there, still beats trash]
to a hearse dude, both parents dead, mother never drank
learn the facts before you talk crap, you are not better ranked
your not clever you a loser, i should getta better hook for this f*****
make him walk the plank and plunge to death off the planet..........
yes i write a lot, till i chattabox your lungs off
see here hes got the same lines no metaphors, no puns or
wordplay, hes “staking” too much no “chips” in that manner
compare me to you its like im living in a manor
get me a “spanner”, for this dude.... “bolt-‘im-more(Baltimore)”
the score was settled way before - you were born
as you were born for your death to get murdered by me
i “dropped the mike(mic)” cus this was written freestyle not verses i speak
this person is weak, s*** im starting to repeat myself!
this dude is already below my feet and no doubt beneath my wealth
so let me remove the BELT, so i can release the “stress”
ill stretch him beyond his “elastic limit” no “strain” he will snap
already “cracked under the pressure” like students during exams, now thats
the reason why his lines aren’t clear, the skill he lacks, HOW WHACK!
how many times do - i have to twist his rhymes to
prove i got better lines than he provide, take his life through...
a mind maze full of flow, my mind state is full of quotes
so when i rhyme my statements blaze on fire and minds fully blow
its time for me to go, back to university
a simple one line finish; you are in a hearse to me.

haha nothing more im done with this guy, mars just drop it to me, cant believe he cant see hes lost, this is the simplest ive ever decided to spit and still hes got nothing to show...only reason i clapped back was cus he mention my parents...peace out

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by chatta box on September 8, 2009 at 4:47pm

haha wonder who made this account..... just to put up a comment in this cypher dissin me specifically... some who doesnt have a life thats who... about my parents, no...nothing more to say

off to get some sleep see what mike posts in the mornin

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by bulletproof on September 8, 2009 at 7:00pm

niggas act like hoes but i pop 44oes/leave ya azz lookin like a brainless hoe/you aint fightin no case/you just a f***** lame cup cake/f*** yo mase i spray shells to ya face/mama in all black at yo funeral wake/i put a beatin on yo boy like ike did tuner/and i mean tina;i swear you niggas aint gettin no dumber/i end it wit these few bars/cause my flow is harder then y'all

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by Mike The Trashman on September 11, 2009 at 10:44am

I live in the hardest city on earth
Survivin these streets ever since birth
And this q**** from the land of the queen,
Talkin bout puttin me in a hearse ?
You call my rhymes simple, I say straight to the point
But you can call me criminal almost raised in tha joint
Hardest thing you ever did was blazin a joint while you was drivin
I'm ridin high, flyin, from a homocide in the shooters whip
F***** freestylin and youtube the s***, call it killa rap
S*** I kill a chat-a-box snitch ass rat to the cops
Only claim to fame so his own nickname label him informant
Til he layin dormant, R.I.P. plus, Rest In Pain and torment
B**** this is Baltimore in tha buildin
Rappin wires round the vocal chords of your children
For sendin boys to prison wit all that chatta
That you named after
For writin out witness statements by the chapter
So when I snatch ya and blast ya I'll have ta
Laugh cause they'll probably reverse sentences
For lack of chattas eye witness evidence
What would the justice system do without you
But the hood like f*** it kill him and clown you
Like come here little queen, let me crown you
Plus you claim you flyin so here let me ground you
Wit some hard facts, straight from the heart rap
I only called Mar$ wack cause as a fan I liked him
And thought it'd be fun to lyrically fight him
Might give the site some excitement
Entice em to both show thier own flow or,
Yeah, give myself some exposure
Is this me fallin back, oh no, hell no sir
I'm street as concrete you sweet as yogurt
Lost my mind for a moment throwin around alot of rhymes
But one of em I wish I could take back, I'm sorry I apologize
I stepped over the line, son
For that I'm out, I'm done

but I still say your wack and I won

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by chatta box on September 11, 2009 at 9:11pm

hey whats good everyone, theres something a lil different from mike, but still not to that standard i was hoping for...anyway mike battling me and mars will make you better...

Chorus
i was born in the hospital opposite the street
you was born to be stepped on, a composite of concrete
i was born with two feet you were born for defeat
i was born to the rhythm you were born to be beat

Verse 1
i was born and raised in the land of the Queen
ive been torn, scorn and praised by the hands of the peeps
the crowd and the royalty, need a king
so here i am defining the scene i bring
not here to win, im here to bring hip hop back alive
people lost its meaning im here to search its tracks and find
whats been dropped and been left behind
to pick it back up and grab hold with my textual might
and no doubt ur right, it doesn’t matter where we from
but where we from made us who we are...
and who we are got us to where we are today
stand to fight the battles that we are here to face
and my name, people chat but never think outside the box
so i pick up whats turned to rock, then i hiphop, apply and drop
the truth, and everything to what mike says is dire
and dull the same line he used a million times is the one with the wire
and i am proud where i am from no doubt you are too
like i said before this rap beef im past it no doubt i clowned you
gave you a frown too, and now i wear the crown,
i rip his scriptures apart and tear him down...
cus...

Chorus x2

Verse 2
so your a “fan” of the rapper you beefing with?
well im an “artist” cooler than you like “air conditioners”, im leaking spits
from the chest my heart beating quick
im not a nark, im the judge at the front, speaking with
the knowledge from the past and hold it to the present
every second clocks by as the future approaches foul or pleasant
broke it down for you every last step an’
you came back with a rap worse than before with no depth then
you try to twist my name several times but you gettin’
nowhere your flows there but ya not lettin’
it release the key elements its lackin the message
of truth get over it im not a q****, queen, im teachin’ rappin with lessons
im not packin a weapon to a written battle except for my rhymes
so when i say to a hearse it means lyrically, so less of the lines...
that take the rap to the physical state of mind
my metaphorical spittin with rhetorical questions have you look pitiful laced and tied
i accept your apology, but you didn’t step over the line
rhymes were too weak, but now are more precise
that last drop you placed was a little more enticing
but i know and they know i hit better in writing...
and know...

Chorus x1
i may have said you did a little better but
i still dropped the ball and kicked your butt...

Verse 3
remove some of them lame disses and there be improvement
they all know i got talent, so dont hate on me cus you will lose it
and i proved it, but you still dont understand
how about you google rap and find out what the truest rappers hand
its punches, said it again, but i dont care
your swinging indirect and you say its direct, no there
is no waste around here except for a hoes waist
so let me “shatter” your dreams, “stop your rolling”....“go brake(break)”
u got no “taste, buds(tastebuds)” i showed you some real flavour
gave you this style to eat, but you still fell to your knees to kneel hater
so “Neil” to the king, my punches are hard cus my “Armstrong”
you are over, you are done, now im out my son...

just felt like giving this a chorus, still took me no time to write this, again i havnt really stepped up my game yet still bringing harder than mike, i call it an official end... and menace drop something, see you vs mike title for third place...

got work in an hour so im out peace

• ▶ Reply

Permalink Reply by EASTRIDGE on September 12, 2009 at 2:11am

a n**** hungry and i ache for dough/ so robbery is basic like cable witout hbo/
im upset wit alot u niggas, u rap wack/ s*** i ain't impressed wit alot of u niggas/
see u playa haters eyein mine/so i ride wit irin(iron)/ big shot'll put ya f***** rib cage behind ya spine/cuz everybody actin pac thug, pac wild/ but here's a question to ponder where is pac now?/prolly where u on ya way 2 n****/ when i c*** this fo fitfth back and spray u n****/ so catch up or sumthin/ cuz i'm 2 high above 2 realize that u up and comin.

check the page for more crack. i don't even care about these ryhmes feel free to jack em lames. one

• ▶ Reply

• ‹ Previous
• 1
• …
• 72
• 73
• 74
• 75
• 76
• …
• 87
• Next ›
• Page