I think it's time we take it to the next level,sit back relax no bass no treble
no need to repeat again, pass the mic to a veteran
a pimp who knows the time,gets ladies like Federline
a style that's spastic,spoutin vocal gymnastics
as you can see my skills are heaven sent,straight from the monkey bars to the main event
first rhyme in the thread,got y'all bobbin your head



more next time gotta go

Back to the battle, has it been two weeks?
Murder's rap put me into a 17 day sleep
The way he drooled and slurred like an 80 year old drunk
Junkie's the right name for him, his ryhmes are all junk
He admits to being spastic!? Well it must be cerebral palsy
That leaves his vocab and style so slack that it appalls me

yo im game, some1 go first and imma hit you back.

all u fools be bustin yo rhymes
like three year old kiddies
chillin out at lunch time
your style is offensive
your vocablulary's crap
u might as well quit
imma show u how to rap

You're gonna impose your raps on me?
I'll leave you with an Ice Pick in your head like Leon Trotsky
Leave you mangled like a helpless Jew before a blood thirsty, sadistic Nazi
This guy says my style is offensive?
I'll leave him with sciccors in both eyes and two bloody slit wrists
This cat can't touch this,
cause in the midst of battle, it's RHYMEFEST who busts lips
calls himself unearthfreak and needed a dictionary to spell it right
my rhymes are hella tight
I'll tell your girl you said hello when she's riding on my d*ck tonight

I want to call out Fenixpunk
The guy who thinks he is gods gift to rapping
You're a white punk from Arizona and no one in the crowd is clapping
Thinking he is going to dominate battles with encycolpedia book smarts
It's not hard to seem smart when you've got wikipedia bookmarked, this battle's sparked
I guess it's easy to get cocky when your only competition are limey brits who were burned worse than Nagasaki
I'll crush your backbone into fine powder
Send that sh*t to Donald Rumsfeld then knock down the Twin Towers
This cocky bitch who thinks he's holding powers
Your flow is weak but my skill devours

Wow, i've seen alot of things beneath the citys lights,
Including pussies trying to enter a fight,
Cmon the typical jew nazi rhyme?
How about i let you sit in front tonight,
So get your small brain down in the seat lineing,
The curtain drops in 10 minutes, and I don't
Wait for internet gangstas,
Theres nine entrances, and 8 even you can see
So take seven paces this way, and find your seat
With the gold engaving reading "a pathetic preteen"
Six more notes and youll learn you're nothing here
You just don't understand, five times and all you
Hear is static, unplug your ears and let the idioticy
Scream out like the bitch that finally saw your face
When the smoke faded away,
"oh my god, i cant believe his zits are larger then his fucking dick!"

Hey, some kid finally replied, too bad I can't understand his timing.
Maybe you didn't know, but this is the rap battles thread, that implys rhyming.
I don't think it's necessary to tell you this, but I'm like a dictionary, my rhymes are rife
I'll f*ck your wife with a bowie knife and tell you that you suck at life.
Is this all that musicbanter can offer me?
An "unearth freak" and a Sage Francis wannabe.
You pit me against an elementary lyricist and a wanna-be-Bright Eyes emcee?
My rhymes are like Shakespearian Tragedies
Beautiful and cathartic
Crowquill, your lines are cold as hell, made and manufactured in the arctic?
I can't really tell if you can rhyme well, all I know is that you're broke as hell, and in this battle fell.

I'm sorry, I forgot this was preschool
I didn't know there was no such thing as flow,
I mean if I can keep it going it doesn't matter,
As long as use generic lines and look like the rapping version of mothergoose,
Everything will be cool? oh wait if its cool
I may as well be cliche and talk about the arctic with it,
See, what you think is advancing forward and having skill
I kind of think its walking backwards,
Soon or later you'll hit a pole, and fall,
But hey, at least fifty cent where be there
To pick you up, and if you're lucky he'll love cock too.

You build yourself up to be torn down, I'll leave you crumbled and junked
Oh, wait, good one musicbanter, you got me battling that kid from punk'd
Maybe I was walking backwards, hit a pole and fell
But that's all irrelavent because your flowing sucks and your raps are wack as hell.
This has got to be a f*cking joke, comparing me to mothergoose?
I'll rip out your spinal cord so you can use it as your f*cking noose.
I think the part that processes rhymes in Crowquill's brain is disfuctional, it's broke
I'm still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and tell me this was all a joke.