Bars weak as fuk, words are like blasphemy only call yourself a god to make an excuse to come after me i dont bite lyrics, but ill bite you with these raptor teeth tear you to shread all for your lack of mastery your a travesty, but now im bout to make you a punchline gtfo. go home before i make it my lunch time 10:30 in the morning and im makin it crunch time scoop you up and eat you like raisin bran im the sunshine http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u91/jerm531/raisin_bran.jpg two scoops bitch but i only need one 9 9mm and i bust at you 6 times get your own knowledge im too good to share mine and btw. your avatar looks embarrassed like you after this rhyme
your already dead on this thread why would i actually start another your so mad that i fear for your mother its not her fault she had to raise you single handed your pops took one look at you and straight abandoned eighteen years later you grew up an emo skater you wear tight jeans and are a hater of true flavor a real fucking faker now that you out of high school get a job even if its deliverin papers help your mom pay some bills and even thank her your wannabee gangster persona is also really un-amuseing you have a mugshot worse than gary busey i hope you see the error of your ways homosexual raps IS really gay and apparently thats all you have to say so i label your persona that way you from Arizona so you'd freeze in an arctic breeze apparently you froze cuz you stopped battling me. bitch.
You stay pissin me off. Fuck this faggot ass pussy ass ***** ***** wanna act hard but he aint never pulled a trigga Sayin all this shit like the dude knows my life He stay obsessed with me, like Tiger Woods ex wife Sayin my dad left and my mother raised me alone Well he's right about that shit grew up in a single mother home But she's proud of that shit, because her marraige ended in divorce And she dont gotta go around sayin she forgot to abort Like yo lame ass, you talk about other peoples fake family drama Only because your dad had the vagina and the penis was on ya mama By the way I know my father he served in Iraq Cant fuck with that ***** cause he stay strapped No lyrics ass *****, what the fuck is wrong with ya See you got something wrong when you rap like Wakka Flocka Notice all his lines start with "you" no vocabulary I milk this ***** of rap battle wins like he was dairy I fuckin killed you son your gone like that faggot who made the dougie It's like you just itchin to get wrecked as if you was a druggy This kid acts like he knows everything about me like he watched a documentary Watched that shit and took notes like he was in elementary Got it all mixed up, and he when it came time to spit a few a bars He fucked up and chocked up, quit MC'n and start washing cars He wanna go around and sayin all these gay jokes When he the one in the jail cell droppin the soap KidReny! the crownless king from my rap before Im bringing that shit back for it to be your downfall You have yet to ever defeat me lyrically try as much as you want When in the end your nothin but a worthless cunt Lower than dirt, no pride in yourself He spit so much bull shit smells like he got bad dental health Just another annoying ass kid who be actin obnoxcious Last week he lost a rap battle to Andy Milonakis Your not even a fake your just a wannabe 4th class citizen he's below the term of a "nobody"
oooh your soooo dope! check the rhymes everybody *****/trigga life/wife alone/home divorce/abort drama/mama iraq/strapped ya/flocka vocabulary/dairy dougie/druggy documentary/elementary bars/cars jokes/soap yourself/health obnoxcious/milonakis wannabee/nobody ... anyway... kidreny stay starein straight glare in face pale skin considerin the race grimace mugg thinkin really hard about what he's gonna say next he probably on some drugs sittin smug bet parasitic don't gotta pull a trigga to put you in a grave and by the way yours is already dug i could make a wave track and kill you through my tape deck play back your face is probably wrinkled like a pug you need to get to workin earn your self a paycheck make some overdue pay backs don't be a chump your too old NOT to be helpin your moms make rent yooz a fuckin vagrant you aint shit just a punk whats worse is your not ownin up you don't really know what bein a man is your out shape and out of practice get some advice if you really know where your dad is i have way too many little fuckin points to make i'm like a growing baby cactus dope equals bombing science when you subtracted all the wack kids matt wins every battle here u just extra like behind the decimal all the way past the stratosphere that last line meant kid get the fuck outta here im so outter worldly when im outta beer i'll rush ya like i was Vlademir parasitic extra like health insurance premiums on alien abduction re-construction surgery you could only dreeeeeam of murderin me i could phone home to other planets all of a sudden kidreny vanish and thats how i plan it more that 3 metaphores there u dont even understand it i get comical now picture your self being face planted by the Thing from the Fantastic 4 roll them into one plus Thor and thats me verbally you didnt know I could get this outlandish I maintain composure and you can't fuckin stand it i take the globe on my shoulders and spam it wanna beat me in a battle learn to start speakn spanish that way i can't understand it you should siete la boca god damn it the only bombs you drop start with the letter "N" and kid I'm not talkin nitrogen my tongue earn more stars than army ranger riflemen u talkn ni66az and be starrin them not like denzel washington whats the matter son just type it you cry all day and bite shit and when you get all mad i like it i might quit bein the illest emcee in the region when you grasp my rhyme schemes and finally learn to read them breathe in and control your breathin real life you probably stutter when you speakin there's no wolf underneath your sheepskin talk n text be takin you several weekends to write you might consider seekin anger management soon cuz actin like this you'll never get a wife after this battle you can't dispute the fact that you'll never write a rhyme as tight as this in your whole entire little life i piss on your grave just out of spite this battles been over homie snap outta that dream it's time you opend up your eyes. FUCKING MURKED YOU OFF THE FACE OF THE PLANET SON. STOP YOUR CRYN AND MAN THE FUCK UP. DON'T EVER REPLY TO ME AGAIN YOU SUCK DICK MOTHERFUCKER. GAME OVER. NEEEEEXT...
All I see this kid doing is just trying to make illegitment points By packin it with shit and wrappin it up like he's rollin a joint Lyrics tired as hell, he doesnt rap to well so he sits at home all da in his make belive jail cell He fantasizes about sellin some grass when low key he only wanna go to jail to take it up the ass His lines go on for on so long to bad they aint makin sense Sayin you merked me well show me the evidence Only thing I see is just some random lyrics with words that rhyme at the end you can prove that But hey just because it rhymes kid doesnt mean its actual rap You walk around like you some kinda philospher When really you just janitor who tryin to act like a doctor In fact the reason why I'm a better rapper than you Is because I dont take this forum shit as serious as you do Haha. You rap everything back like your in a Friday musical Only kids who do that shit or either gay or suiciadal Yo Ima tell you how I'm more bad ass than you Kid best belive you bout to get embarased in front of ya crew Im so bad ass I fuckin wake up at 9am get high of some drugs that I bought from the corner of Best Buy ***** I didnt even go to Prom, I was in the back seat about to back out but I was fuckin your mom Fuck doing good in school. My GPA is 1.0 from straight D's cause mediocre is cool I get so much pussy *****s be jealous of me, till I them faggots that I work at a Cat food factory YO CHECK IT! CHECK ON TWO IM CHECKIN MY MIC THIS ***** SO DAMN POOR HE ONLY GOT 1/2 A WHEEL ON HIS BIKE! OH yeah, real *****s use caps lock and type long ass rap lyrics that in reality suck cock I'll fuckin get in a rap battle with 50 Tyson and get my ass kicked But atleast I can admit that while you at a Nicki Minaj concert askin her if she wants her dick licked You say you could get in fight, but who the hell fucks with you? Last fight you got in was at the live showing of Disney's Real Life Winnie the Pooh And you didnt fight rabbit or tigger, shit, you was puttin ya dukes with piglet This ***** think he crazy if he think's between our battles that he came out the best He better take off his mask and stop frontin like he's Adam West It's christmas time ***** and I'm bout to beat yo ass duing that shit Fuck a present ***** Ima throw coal at yo shit Then I sing a christmas present that a lil somethin like this Jingle Bells, Ruffian smells, like he didnt bathe He got shot in the dick when he was at a rave! Ah ***** im done. I cant even take this shit seriously I've beaten you to many times in the past many times previously Just end the beef right here, cause i'll keep maknig shit up I'll be KidReny! the crownless king and you can be Ruffian The faggot who likes his dick touched
c'mon reni look at his fucking rhymes and look at yours. "jingle bells, ruffian smells, like he didnt bath he got shot in the dick when he was at a rave?" you complain about his lyrical content, but yours doesn't even rhyme anymore.
I've stopped caring bro. I beat this kid 20x before. He's only gonna keep on being a bother. And taking this shit SO seriously. So whatever. I'll get back into it for real later. But this dude is just annoying.
kid reni what i've just witnessed, from start to finish, is you being lyrically diminished, to speaking merely gibberish,. spitting jinge bells like some twisted Christmas limericks, ruffian crossed you off his wish list, like your name flew off his hit list, just quit this, entire fucking thread, your a vampire, sucking lead, straight from the notebooks, of other halfway broke crooks, you spit like sloth from the goonies, retard flow, like your mind is lost in a few trees, you mistaked for the boonies, we left you begging for mercy, like dont hurt me, on bruised knees!, go ahead try and use these!, sick spits, in the wind, like flu breeze, really i tried to be nice, but i cant excuse these, examples of ample laziness, your a waste of loose leaves, please loose these, unkillable lines, multi syllable rhymes, in the empty confines, of your mind. kid reni, This is your fucking intervention, make like the geese and begin your winter ascension, or feel the wrath of the splintered invention, that is skill.
admit, he's been going in, i give him so much credit because his experience on here was straight genuine progression., btw bs freestyle your welcome for the last post.
fuck yeah that was dope. i think everyone here should put reny on blast and maybe he wont come back lol
I honestly think your gay. Your like obbsessed with me. Everyone one of your raps and most of your post have my name in it. It wasnt until now that you actually rapped good (proly because you spent a good hour and a half writing it) But the fact that in your mind you honestly think that that one round was actually worh something. Maybe 8 - 9 people look at this thread. And you log off today thinking that your hot shit. It's almost sad when you think about it. Your life is that meaningless. That you must put ALL of your effort in beating someone in forum based rap battle that was originally a joke and for fun and games anyway. I pity you. I really do. Now everyone. Lets make this thread actually fun again and just rap. Instead of taking this shit all seriously. None of us are Biggie, Nas, or Charizma. Lets just have some fun and freestyle. (Starting now with a few bars) I rip shit up, like I switched gloves with Edward Scissor Hands Bottle up MC's like Im smuggling illegal contrabands Having sex with conjoined twins and tellin everyone I had a threesome Spit so many irellevent lyrics doctors think it's a Tourettes Symptom Droppin bombs on *****s with whack lyrics like I was invading Iraq You on the list if you think your clever when you rap bout sellin crack I'm killin all of em kid, all you suckah MC's who think your Nas in front of a monita It's Genocide son, better hide like you was the star of Hotel Rwanda
^^Pretty hot Reny. Here's a little something, not much of a rapper but here goes nothing. On my way to the train yards bout to catch a wreck Spray up my name with a fatcap and i'll be out there in a sec My crew will cut your ass up straight from the neck I get up solely for fame Sprayin my name up with no shame Your crew is lame All of your styles are the same Have your bitch screamin "OH STEP I JUST CAME" And yea i know this aint a diss I just dont think we should all be getting pissed Over something thats just a game I'm just sayin i wish we could all just smoke a blunt and get along Hit the bong all night long Like cheech and chong Go up to the clouds where we belong But that's just how I am And nobody can change it If my puzzle doesn't fit then I'll just fuckin rearrange it
no need to catch feelings, shit is fun. i take shit seriously to an extent, i freestyle,i spend time in cyphers, this forum for me is to have fun flexin the skills ive acquired in my leisure. regardless of who even looks at this shit, those who do sure appreciate the concept. if your familiar with hip hop and the culture it has assimilated you'll know that the lines of respect and competition are often blurred. either take his RELEVANT "advice" and stop posting in here if you can't handle the atmosphere, or see his improvement as a sign that your rhymes are rather lack-luster. Dont let shit bother you, if your passionate use the advice more talented writers and rappers are generous enough to even offer you with how poor your sportsmanship is. sounds rational right?
http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lifmfoOn5m1qg2uby.gif god you cry a lot. i could care less about what you have to say.this thread is called diss the person above you. lets keep it that way. go start your bitch shit elsewhere http://imgur.com/f1RdM.gif
I guess I'll just continue off of this. Just like your puzzle, you're rhymes are child's play I'll blow apart my own muzzle cause my lines are violent sprays Of metaphors, similes, attacks of multisyllabics You lack the tact of this rap master and maverick I'll take you bong and smash it then take the glass and knash it Put your corpse in plastic and toss it in lake placid So lay back and relax as this rad kid wreaks havoc My raps are a spinning backfist and after it is blackness