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Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:19 PM
I wanna see two people rapping it out the best one wins remember this rap is not to hurt people's feeling it's just for fun

Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:21 PM
Yo mama so fat. That her belly button gets home 15 minutes before she does.

Who's wants to go against air taters

optimuswhat
04-13-2014, 09:25 PM
Yo momma so fat that when she sat in the store the prices dropped

Yo momma so ugly that when she went to the junk yard nobody could see her

Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:28 PM
Yo mama so far. That when she broke the rainbow she made skittles.

Bro you breath smells like crap so you know what ima give you a hunch back

optimuswhat
04-13-2014, 09:28 PM
Yo mama so Fat that when she walked past the tv I missed 3 whole episodes.
Yo mama so short that she can do backflips under the bed.

Yo momma so dumb she thought the TV remote could control anything
Yo momma so dumb that she thought 1+1 was pi
Yo momma so FAT she created the second big bang
Yo momma so fat you could fit the universe in her belly button

Disaster
04-13-2014, 09:31 PM
Who's wants to go against air taters

Me me me me plz me pick me c'mon me me ME PLZ ME ME ME PLZ CMON DUDE ME ME ME ME ME ME PLZ

Rabidpotato
04-13-2014, 09:31 PM
You guys know he said rap battle...

optimuswhat
04-13-2014, 09:32 PM
You guys know he said rap battle...

Yo momma yo momma, yo, yo, yo momma yo momma, yo yo yo, yo momma!
Yo momma!
YO MOMMA!!!!!!
YO!

There I rapped. The Yo Momma song

Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:33 PM
Me me me me plz me pick me c'mon me me ME PLZ ME ME ME PLZ CMON DUDE ME ME ME ME ME ME PLZ

Disaster and air taters go on head to head rap battle lets have a clean fight ready go disaster go first

Rabidpotato
04-13-2014, 09:34 PM
Close enough.

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YO MAMA YO DADA YO MAMA YO DADA YO MAMA YO DADA

Yo momma jokes are nowhere close to a rap battle...

optimuswhat
04-13-2014, 09:34 PM
Close enough.

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YO MAMA YO DADA YO MAMA YO DADA YO MAMA YO DADA

Yo momma so dumb she got locked in a supermarket and starved

Yo momma so stupid she got stuck in a web site

Disaster
04-13-2014, 09:35 PM
YO MAMA SO DUMB SHE GOT HIT BY A PARKED CAR
YO MAMA SO FAT HALF OF HER IS IN A PARRALEL UNIVERSE
YO MAMA SO UGLY HELLO KITTY SAID BYE.

Yo mamma so fat I took a picture of her last Christmas and its still printing

Yo mama so fat Mount Everest tried to climb her

Yo momma is so fat, that when she steps on a scale it says to be continued.

Yo mama so fat she don't fit in this joke

optimuswhat
04-13-2014, 09:38 PM
YO MAMA SO FAT SHE BROKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
YO MAMA SO UGLY THAT SANTA PUT LOTION IN HER STOCKINGS

Yo momma so dirty she had to leave the sewer facility due to sanitation issues

Yo momma so smelly everyone thought it was poison

Yo momma so stupid she smoked grass and had hallucinations

Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:40 PM
Y'all wanna be pros check this vid out
http://http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CNS2PKdb5W4

Chaos
04-13-2014, 09:41 PM
YO MAMA SO FAT SHE BROKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
YO MAMA SO UGLY THAT SANTA PUT LOTION IN HER STOCKINGS

Yo mama so ugly when she looked out the window she got arrested for mooning.
Yo mama so ugly she makes blind kids cry.

Metalwire
04-13-2014, 09:44 PM
YO MAMA SO UGLY THAT FREDDY CRUEGER HAD NIGHTMRES ABOUT HER!
YO MAMA SO STUPID THAT SH- AAAA I give up.

Air taters won gee

Disaster
04-13-2014, 10:27 PM
[Intro:]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-duck it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a skilling off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his cutback
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all tell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Skill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a tissing match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a brotherhuckn' table
Over the back of a couple of maggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop Tut Tombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here's a Maxi-Pad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this Dip ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
MC's get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a New School full of students
Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and being in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
Into the brotherhuckn' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the hall of fame
On the wall of shame
You tags think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the Duck are you thinking?
Little day looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a 'happy' face looking boy
And take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's day
That's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?
I get a "yell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for duck
Git out my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, picking the the Trash
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself
In the arm and your pupil
It's me
But it's honestly not a lie
What I do though for good
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh Monch
So I crunch rhymes
But sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
On "I'm Back" from the Yo Mom LP
One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big rapper as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don't know what the duck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel
With ducks
You write normal, ducks being immortal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot deer
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a tag
At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man
While he play piano
Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
On the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma drop yo flame saber
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Rock in off a me and it'll glue to you
And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a brotherduckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music
You make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip hop, it's pop."
'Cause I found a betta way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta rhyme to
Prove that if you were half as nice,
your songs you could sacrifice you too
Unghh, school flunky, still skunky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-and-cheek, Duck you
I'm drunk so Tatan take the red wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
"Still chunky, but funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
Here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But duck it
Life's handing you lemons
Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the tuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don't be a idiot, be a king?
Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?

Brennanber
04-14-2014, 04:11 AM
[Intro:]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
(Six minutes, six minutes)
Something's wrong, I can feel it
(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-**** it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a skilling off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinski feeling on his cutback
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all tell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Skill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity-rap
Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a brotherhuckn' table
Over the back of a couple of maggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop Tut Tombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period
Here's a Maxi-Pad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?
Let me show you maintaining this Dip ain't that hard, that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid
and did nothing but shoot for the moon since (PPEEYOOM)
MC's get taken to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
Now I lead a New School full of students
Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim
Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and being in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
Into the brotherhuckn' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the hall of fame
On the wall of shame
You tags think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the Duck are you thinking?
Little day looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a 'happy' face looking boy
And take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's day
That's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?
I get a "yell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for ****
Git out my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, picking the the Trash
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself
In the arm and your pupil
It's me
But it's honestly not a lie
What I do though for good
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharaoh Monch
So I crunch rhymes
But sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
On "I'm Back" from the Yo Mom LP
One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big rapper as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don't know what the duck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel
With ducks
You write normal, ducks being immortal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot deer
Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a tag
At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man
While he play piano
Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
On the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
"Hey, Fab, I'mma drop yo flame saber
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)
Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Rock in off a me and it'll glue to you
And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a brotherduckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music
You make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip hop, it's pop."
'Cause I found a betta way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta rhyme to
Prove that if you were half as nice,
your songs you could sacrifice you too
Unghh, school flunky, still skunky
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-and-cheek, Duck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the ****ing wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
"Still chunky, but funky"
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and
Here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But duck it
Life's handing you lemons
Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the **** am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don't be a idiot, be a king?
Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?

Not ripped from rap god or anything :whistling:
At least you left some of the lines out

ScopeSwag
04-14-2014, 04:13 AM
Not ripped from rap god or anything :whistling:
At least you left some of the lines out

He copied and pasted the lyrics.

Brennanber
04-14-2014, 04:15 AM
He copied and pasted the lyrics.

Im aware of this

Snuckle
04-14-2014, 04:41 AM
Who's wants to go against air taters

What airtaters said isnt rap its a "yo mama joke".Maybe ask CHANGING to rap against him.:whistling:

optimuswhat
04-14-2014, 06:38 AM
Yo momma so fat she was mistaken to be a planet

Kentnino Paca
04-14-2014, 06:42 AM
This Is For Fun
Yo mama So Fat She Look Like Dis

Steve Burrit0
04-14-2014, 09:19 AM
Hey Airtaters

ScopeSwag
04-14-2014, 02:40 PM
Im aware of this

Kkkkk
(10 Chars)