sleepy jack

I will seriously start warning, you're not above the rules Raine.

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sleepy jack

Leaving rapping to the conservatives?
I suppose i'd be sending it to hell in a handbag,
If you want to turn this into a political debate,
Prepare to get lyrically raped,
You homophobic fundamentalist christian
O' Reilly worshiping prick,
You're down with capitalism exploiting the poor man,
Giving cash to the rich and give everyone else the kick,
Telling them "too bad lifes a bitch"
You're kind will fuck up america,
Land of the lies and pigs,
You're so ignorant you follow a cowboy,
With bombs instead of guns,
He thinks its all good fun,
Learn to think for yourself,
Ditch the two thousand year old writings,
The answer to life? Try jewish folk tales,
A baby born from virginity?
You worship a zombie?
Santa clause for the jewish nations,
Bringing lies and hate in his big red bag,
Yeah yeah BURN THE FAG,
I'll happily masturbate to Johnny Depp,
Better then following blindly,
Jumping into a nuclear war like its the sea,
But the that salt it will sting,
You remember chernobyl?
The kids will die first,
Followed by cancer,
Your stupid politics will take a turn for the worst,
I'll give you the real answer,
fuck warmongering presidents,
I'll follow Johnny Depp
And worship Zeus,
You think i'm ridiculous?
Try reading your bible,
How does it feel wasting your whole life praising a non-existant deity?

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Blain

Not cool bro. Pay him out all you want, but leave christianity out of it. I'm Christian too.

Trauma

I thought it was extremely cool.
You probably worship the Lord like a blind fool
Hanging around the churches
That just makes you another purchase
Bought by the government
Your mind searches
For the real reasons
But your head is filled with hollow
Because everything they feed you'll swallow
Try to think for yourself sometime
Still; go ahead
Spit some Christianity
Try and debate this rhyme
It's gonna be hard
At least I have some thought
Everything you'll say is store-bought

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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño

Blain

Scrilidgous (sp?) sayings are cool nowadays?
Seriously bud, go write a poem
And watch your Conor Oberst
Cry over the microphone
I may believe in God
It's my religion of choice
'Don't stop me from living
I speak my mind, with my voice
So nigga, please
Keep your rhymes simple
Or else I'll leave you red,
Like Oojay's pimples
Come back when you've done some study,
Leave ashamed, boned
I'm just an amateur kid,
Nigga, you just got pwned.

[MERIT]

Yo those are some pretty big words comin’ from such a little bitch
You aint livin’ in a dumpster
So how you gonna be hatin’ on the rich?
Yo you wanna advocate for the poor?
Sittin’ there with ya DSL connection
Infront of a $2000 computer
Sounds like voters did right in the last presidential election
Talk about “lyrically raped” dawg
I’m fixin’ to bust ya hymen
Oh wait, you said you were a queer
Theres no chance that I could find it
You promiscuous g@ys
That’s whats f*ckin’ up the nation
Not us hardworking, republican, white, male Caucasians.
And you can call me a “homophobe”
Nigga that aint no skin off my teeth
I aint afraid of no f@ggots
Blast holes in ‘em like they was swiss cheese
And Bush is a cowboy?
You’ve been watchin’ too much Brokeback Mountain
We’re winning the f*ckin’ war
Why’s your bitch ass still pouting?
And we’ve been over this before
Religious insults will get you nowhere
Calling the bible a “folk tale”?
Yo I think the truth is just more than you can bear
And yo this is a battle rap
If I wanna hear politics I’d watch the news
With the liberal media bias
You want the truth?
Watch Fox News.
Yo I don’t worship Bill O’Reilly but the man can make a point
You f*cking democrats tell the BAD news
Tell the WHOLE news or whats the point?
Getting’ ya nose outta joint
Ya’ll boycott companies that support our troops
Tryin’ to show the government who’s in control
But its you f*ckin’ lib’s that have been dooped
With ya John Kerry’s and Michael Moore’s
Tryin’ to sell you how Bush made a mistake
If Al Gore had won in 2000
We’d all be speakin’ Arabic
And you can keep ya Johhny Depp
We’ll stick to f*ckin’ our wives
Ya’ll f@ggots will burn in hell
While we “followers” got eternal life
And you don’t have to believe the bible
Nigga you got the right to free will
But when judgment day approaches
Yo don’t be beggin’ me to save you f*ckin’ queers
Yo I’ll love my neighbor as myself
Too bad your bitch ass just moved
You no longer livin’ next to me
We’ll see which one of us is doomed
And cancer and Chernobyl?
What kinda f@ggot sh*t are you tryin’ to babble?
Shouldn’t you be in ya room with some handcuffs?
With ya boyfriends wearin’ a saddle?
And yo if Jesus ever met you
He’d probably slap you in the face
Yeah, he’s a loving god
But there’s only so much a nigga can take
He’s already been crucified once
And he survived every lash
So you and Zeus and Mikey
Can get in line to KISS MY ASS!

[MERIT]

Just a reminder: This is all in good fun, so insullts are okay as long as you leave the drama here and don't carry it over to the rest of the boards. And these are battle raps, they are meant to be said out loud. So what you write may look all nice and good on paper, but if it has no sort of flow (i.e. rhyme or scheme) then it wouldn't mean sh*t in a real battle.

sleepy jack

Oojay wanna save the rest for the competition?


I need to study? you're calling me a nigga,
I'm a just a scene whitey,
Drop the gangsta shit,
You're worship irwin you aussie ignoramus,
Once again, you worship zombies,
And virgin mommies,
Your bible full of contradictions,
Just shut up and go suck off mustang,
Listen to your black album and turn it white,
If you admit your an amateur don't bother to fight,
Seriously, if this is all you can give me,
The screw it i'll keep fucking conor,
And writing poetry.

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[MERIT]

Hey jiggas. Ethan and I are setting up rules and brackets for a competition, with the winners to be determined by other users' votes. Please reply or PM me or Crowquill with any suggestions or interest in taking part in the competion.

[MERIT]

Yo I’ll grab the microphone and run it coast to coast like Andre Rison
Steal ya raps out ya pocket
Pull out a sharpie and circumcise ‘em
You talkin’ like you know god personally
What are you Pope Benedict the 16th?
I’ll choke you until youre blue in face
Slap you around until youre out of teeth
You wanna beef?
Step up and have a run at me
You pull a gun on me?
You kill me in a dream
Better wake up and apologize to me
I’m a genius like Good Will Hunting
But the only thing I’m huntin’ is you f@ggots
There aint no room for you here
You get kicked outta this “Full House” like you was Bob Sagget
Rap skill, you lack it
Fudge, you pack
Your rhymes got more holes in it than a f*ckin’ tennis racket
Yo I was rappin’ in the womb
No way you niggas can test my skills
The last muthaf*cka who tried me
Ended up with a mile of doctor’s bills
Yo I’m musicbanter’s most wanted
Put my face next to Bin Laden
I’ll bust ya melon open like some fruit that’s half rotten
Yo you yesterday’s news tryin to start over like “Old School”
But I’m “Frank the Tank” muthaf*cka
Drink you under the table until you puke
Youre lyrics are mute
That’s why ain’t nobody hearin’ ‘em
And like John Cena “you cant see me”
My lyrics’ so sharp they got you fearin’ ‘em
Yo you wanna make fun of my face dawg?
Comin’ from a dude who’s NEVER posted a pic
Prolly cuz the only shots you got are of you suckin’ ya daddy’s d*ck
Yo this is freestyle
Get outta here with that written sh*t
You musta been confused
You takin’ tips from Linda Lovelace’s book “How To Spit”
Yo this dude’s tossed more balls than Tom Brady
Ya style’s shady
You cryin’ like “Staind” lyrics
Got you soundin’ like a f*ckin’ baby
Yo you aint spit lately
Cuz you know you wrote that sh*t lastnight
Afraid to fight
Turnin’ on ya bedroom light
Thinkin’ oojay’s what goes bump in the night
Yo I’m the monster in ya closet dawg
And Ive been watchin’ ya get dressed
You the first dude I ever seen that aint got no d*ck but got a clitoris
Yo you drive ya mom’s Taurus while you rockin’ a purse
I’m rockin’ a Hearse
Throw you in the back of it with ev-er-y verse
Hit reverse, jump out the car door
Pedal to the floor
We wont be seein’ yo punk ass around here any more
Yo this muthaf*cka’s throwin’ in bitch lyrics tryin’ to grab the emo vote
But this f@ggot’s toast
He’s prolly starin’ at my picture and jackin’ off under his overcoat
Yo I’ll slit ya throat
Give ya twice as many smiles
Bleedin’ ear to ear
They’ll be showin’ ya story on “Justice Files”
Yo I win by a mile
Leave you in the dust
My rhymes are untouched
Cant say the same for ya sister’s clitoris
Yeah I f*cked ya sister
I’ll prolly do ya mama too
But don’t hold ya breath dawg
Only my LYRICS are f*ckin’ you
This muthaf*cka raps like a wannabe 50 cent
Yo Im about a DOLLAR
Bet yo money on me and pay ya rent
Im heaven-sent
Intelligent
Spit flow at you for the hell of it
Every word comin’ outta ya mouth is nothin’ but irrelivent