Lets keep this convo lyrical and argue with rhymes. Anyone that comes on and doesnt use originality, will be targeted. Battle rap if you wrote it. It should prove its yours if your raps are as complex.
Yeah yeah yeah. this mofo won’t leave it alone Comin' after me even though I be long gone Demandin a recount? Ha! Since when? I think you screwed up in the head, Ima just sit here smilin, knowing that I can leave you for dead, Stop, look, listen, be careful where you tread, I’ll screw with ya mind so much you gonna need to start takin meds, Thinkin that you be somethin like KANYE WEST, Bro your just stealin his style, can’t mess with the best, Try to mess with me, I’ll leave a knife in your chest, Keep on tryin' too long you gonna need a bulletproof vest, I’ll infect you like a virus, put you on some voodoo ****, make you get back with your punk ass and do what I say real quick, Why am I even fighting this little *****? Screw it, man I’m done with this snitch! And that ****, ain't fake, *****.
Well take a look around an ya probbly start blinkin your in a over ya head **** what was you thinkin everybody knows ya neva f-ck wit Yoloking cause he only do the best like a certified strippa but he'll neva tippa cause he keep his chedda close you goota go through me damn right im the host heres a toast to all you kids who wanna battle ill straight blast ya in the head as if you was my cattle i raddle all the cages of my enemies i dont like to swear its just more fun with obscenities bet that you had betta days shoulda neva f-cked wit me got your head messed up like you popin too much ecstasy bi-ch plz your girl is always on her knees and her hand on my d-ck she gone give that thing a squeeezeeee, so best believe zeth these lines are like a nine, flow forth and long and you ain't even cross the scrimmage line
Boy, I know you think you good, get it out of your head, you keep on going, gonna wind up dead, Should of known a dog for a parent was a bad crossbred, But, unlike you, fool, ima real purebred, Yolo, you better run, cause you on your deathbed, After im done with you, you gonna be bleeding red, Now everything, i dont say, better be left unsaid, So before you post man, better think ahead, Cuz no matter what you do, i will own this thread. To, whoever wants a piece, I'll be right here, Im just waiting for a decent fight, a volunteer, a queer, a seer, whoever it is, get ready for fear, Cause when im done with you its just another souvenir, If you still wanna go, let's kick it into gear, Cuz My names Zeth, and Ima be right here. Woo.
Zeth is the best? This kid must be trippin! I could get him but hes not worthy of attention! I should mention, I get respect from spittin. In my house he is a *****, sits while he pissin! So its cute in forums, Zeths Dr Suess rhymes. Complexity in lyrics, has truely flew his mind. So as a writer in my cypher, he wouldnt be signed. I'd give him a job as my groupie then force him resign! Bro you said a lot, but still no stimulating intellect. Hoe you so not, the rapper that demands respect. oh so you thought, that you could really rip it next? You failed my test, go be sad on someone else's thread.
That guy Zeth's rhymes are kind of awakward Don't keep the beat and the rhythm falters Struggle for a rhyme just drop it Claiming violence as a muse just stop it Cause hate begets more hate Anger never got a good date Rap about what you care about Drop great lines not self doubt Who cares if you're the best Just have fun like it's harvest fest
Shout out to my boy Static Rhymes so systematic Got all y'all ecstatic Flow so devilish Embellish that **** Put relish on my hot dog As I extinguish your spirit Can you hear it? My fans in the crowd screaming so loud Makes me proud Y'all thought I fell off But I'm on the rise Don't ya realize? Real recognize real I'm so surreal Stay squeaky clean on the track And my girl got a nice rack They call me top dog So why don't you go follow my blog All you wannabe MC's can phone home I'm done Kill the beat *drops mic*
I came in hot for one shot you think I'm a virgin but then ****** a pregnant ***** and told my friends I had a three some (LANGUAGE) excuse
Balto is back ready to bash some bitches For one this time I'm calling out stitches When I'm done with you You'll have more than a few Enough of this crap rap Balto's back and burning all you bitches yolo Milky stitches all y'all are bitches, Snitches bout to get stitches I'm vicious Look at me I'm gonna win this And now burns fool time to diss you to Your flow is terrible pure **** With that stuff you spit dude just quit Now bring it back to yolo You know if you only live once your gone already You got murder so many times in that last thread I'm sure it got into your head Now zeth you got a little interview think your on top You've got the social status of a mop top mall cop Like Paul blaurt gone wrong. Rediculous ima make all y'all crash and burn I call you Icarus. I'm Balto when I'm done with you you'll have gone to singing soprano from singing alto. *****.