Yeah I dropped some pretty sick lines like that on the old thread. Definitely not that messed up but yeah I'll admit I had a few raps less than kosher
If anything burns your skills have improved since back then, probably cause you more active in this thread then the old one, but yo gotta say my flow was SUPA CRAZY!! In the old thread lol
That last rap brought a hex with it I didnt even wanna be the next to spit I swear I still dont know how to take it I literally almost called an exorcist. But thank God thats its over It was like the Evil Dead book of pain I was offended and embarrassed and hopefully our fans looked away! It was riddled with expletives and the entire thing was bypass city reminds me of how I slum sometimes instead of the high class pretties. I was appalled and taken aback and Im from the hood so how odd is that? I was looking for Mansons anti-god rap or to be trampled by fans of Godsmack! Im a country music fan the last place I belong is a mosh pit. I was reading and had to throw up then refind my place... cuz I lost it! You stepped out in all black like creatures or the vamps of night I didnt know whether to delete ya or stick a stake in this antichrist! You went crazy and insane and Zeth thinks they got a cage for ya! Ur mentally unstable and deranged so ima do my best to pray for ya.
I actually appreciated the crazy disgusting screwed up lyrics of yolo Makes me thankful it ain't my head cuz those thoughts must be hard to control bro It makes me think of old Marshall Mathers back when he was on that hard rap grind When doctor dre found a little poor white kid with pain and anger in his mind Signed that kid to his own brand new label and let him start to unwind That kid had some crazy sad angry and really messed up things to say He dropped the f bomb like killing Hiroshima, man that white boy was cray But he was also killing it and we were all listening to lyrics bout killing his wife Takin a gun to her duct tape in trunks for her shoveling with all his might Cleaning out closets and blue and yellow purple pills were messages we fell asleep to at night If this crazy angry disturbing controversial drug abuser is a hero to us that ain't right How can we sit here and hate on poor yolo for saying the same messed up stuff Its all just rhymin and having a good time and Man we hypocrites and that's just messed up
Im an optimist. I give you hope! Lets sympathize and help you cope. Ill help you get money if you broke. I can help you make friends if you don't! I can be the light in your darkness and help you to fight, regardless of how good you are as an artist! like the heart doctor of some charges. I know ppl that are manic depressive living life unplanned, full of stresses that wanna die, living lies, so obsessive! light or dark? there's really no question! I relate to those that are tough livin the ones whose lives have been up ended! the ones with dirt that have done did it the ones with hurt that are done givin! Never give up! Ill help you find purpose You're beautiful, and ur life is worth it! I really think you were designed perfect You're amazing, inside of a prized surface! I know life can be hard but just give it time we'll work out your heart or Ill give you mine Its written in your stars that you gotta shine! heres a victory cigar! see you at the finish line!
Static, ima lil hurt u didn't invite me to ur battle, but since I see how it is, ill jump in the saddle. you may like my rhymes and you may not, yall get with the times, cuz this ish is hot. yall keep dropping the mic, well that me pick that ish up, ima kill this thing like 2 girls 1 cup. all you haters listen tonight, ill throw my name in ya mouth, mmm Auby tastes good right.
Alright Zeth, you thought we was done now imma let you have it, your just a silly fool, dude raps like hes above us like he went to some prep school, now i dont 'mean' to be 'cruel', but ur lines stink like my stool, so im gunna unload all my lines iv been saving in my pack mule, rookies posts are my fuel as i come at u like a ghoul, destory any hope u have, thats my golden rule, cuz when i spit real freestyles all ya do is stare and drool, this isnt a duel, im just killin u with a cutting edge tool, as i smoke cuban cigars and look up to the stars, i got bitches lined up to sooth my battle scars, im into hip hop yea in including drums or guitars, and Zeth's career is so far away its on mars, im the swift killer of the site, like a great white shark, and try as you might you'll never have the bite just the bark, just yip-yappin as i body you when your out in the dark, i compete in IRON MANS better than even Tony Stark and my brains not even in first gear, its still on park, just idling slowly and ready for a real fight, i thought id destroy one more before i call it a night, all right, lets go, dont suffer from stage fright, i see your in plight as i lock you on my sight, got war drums beating as this freestyle i recite, despite doing this all day, killin rookies is a delight, so like odin thor and zeus ill smite, and i wont be polite, but i just demolished Zeth too fast and outright
If that was the best you have, you best just quit. I guess you mistook fourth rate humor, for razor sharp wit. You couldn't measure up to me if you tried, you drool, while I spit. Take a look at reality man, and just get a grip. Never mind the fact that Yolo's been cooked several times, He couldn't stand up to Burns, much less win with those rhymes. If spitting stupid ass raps was illegal, he'd be doing some time, A worse rapper on here, i have yet to find. Like Static said, we surely will keep you in our prayers. To go full blast against you, wouldn't be fair. Maybe you should drop the gangster act, and try to prepare, for the punchline that's coming to end you right here. You think you're so bad, yeah, you think you're so tough. You wouldn't know mean if it grabbed you by the scruff, and since you're so fragile, I'll try not to be rough, but I've had it with you, Yolo, so take your bars and stuff, It, you cannot outspit, my raps are hot ****, flowing like Slim, bish, drop you like a trick, knock you down with one flick, you still think you want this? For the record, I want to thank you, for making me see, that I outrank you, We'll hope for your sake, that you go home and stay true, because otherwise, hope your mommy will spank you. I'm a tactical master, I will outflank you. You're a pain in the ass, an annoyance like the flu. A thorn in my side, stick to my feet like gum glue. This is the section, where I make you cry. Kick you up so hard, make the little boy cry. All the peanut gallery, will say my, my, my. Yolo just got owned, by that Zeth rapper guy. You've got a blue BIC lighter, I've got napalm to spare. You're like an egg over easy, I'm like a steak done rare. Talent like mine only comes along rarely, I've got talent to spare. I'm the bear to your rabbit, and the gun to your rear. You should understand now, and live in fear, Because I've had it with Yolo, the little queer. When I step up again, this loser better be gone. He's so mentally brain dead, you'd think he was blonde. Now on to the others, cuz this battle is over. Yolo, you're just a game, meanwhile, I hold the controller.
Neither one of you really just came at it with your A game, You both started spitting, looked like two camels in a freight train, Bound and head for the circus, like Christopher walken's deranged brain, Don't try to figure that last line out I don't want to leave your brain strained. I'm just wondering if either of you has what its gonna take to beat this, You two fighting like Broadway stars slapping and bending your girl wrists, Trying to act like you both thugs when both of you failing to match wits, Bustin out with some lame rhymes while both of ya measuring verbal...bits, Of your anatomy its hard to compare when neither one of you has it. So maybe you guys just need some spark or fuel to ignite something under you, Maybe you both just needing some nap time like you in kindergarten underoos, You both acting childish and digressing quickly it's leaving me just to wonder who, Will dethrone this "king" and his jester the zether, a plethera of holding breath for ya this is unfair like purple meth for ya, you got no chance when I step to ya, so go home there's nothing left for ya, its too late I've irrreversably messed with ya, tie a bow around when i rap and leave you boxed up cuz this is death for ya.
Zeth, I understand you live that crap life I'm the owl of this website, your just a little dumb mice your on the top of my appetite, now you bout to feel the bite you respond to everybody post like you hype but everybody knows you and elderly women skype I'm coming off the ground, take flight Zeth here sounds like the skate type but thats not gonna matter when I put you in a head lock pass out , and I'm givin you more damage from my leg drop you a dead flop, you show people your red lap top and say thats where you peform the damage from your cap locks you cant recieve knowlege cause if I threw a pass you would drop not no stall, I'm making the official calls my words so powerful that when you tryyed to quote me it didn't go small.. you lose cause you dropped the ball to to to easy, where the mouse at cause ya rhymes be cheesy............................Now I ain't done with you yet zeth, now I'm sure you'll find these rhymes less sleazy. Now listen.......................................Battlin me was your first mistake see I freestyle rhyme you just copy and paste take you ten years for you to drop one mixtape your style feminine like rhianna ima call it cake you aint a vet you'll get smoked like a cigarette better yet half bake and the beginning of my verse got your girl ready to ass shake after this battle they gone find your body by camp crystal lake and ima go to your funeral and give my condolences at your wake smack the taste out your mamas face and say "your son was a disgrace" tried to battle with the champ but your style just got r@ped yea your pretty good but im 10 levels above great il rip you any time morning or when its late no dr. to sedate just your body il castrate for I send you to the perly gate surprising like a blind date and for heavens sake this aint no rap debate I just exposed this dude for really being a rap fake and I eat mc's you lookin like a hot plate and your nerdy ass rhymes wont make it in my state your gene pull full of bitc*es thats just your family trait I act fast on a battle no need to procrastinate see thugs listen to my flows cuz they know they could all relate but your style they hate more than the tax rate you's a bum on the mic go get you a soup plate don't try to take my style cuz death is gone be your fate you just a nerd who failed hip hop now you tryin to reinstate but on this thread I dictate think your good cuz you use words like expatiate that no one can translate bet you masturbate at a fast rate cuz bitc*es dont take bait cuz you aint never reaching first base let alone the home plate and I think your a little crooked I highly doubt that your straight put a water hose in your mouth and wrap it with duct tape turn the water on so your stomache can detonate.