Not sure if anyone is into free-style rap... (lol) But here’s how it works if you want to give it a go.
I start, and if you got beef you target me and make your mad rhymes... you now are the target for the next rapper. So step back, form a circle and chill...
If you don’t have a rap, don’t post… or you will get a big Whatever, yo!
Peace, yo!
Rules... no blatant cussing... Other than that, you join, you join!
Optional, Include your street name, form a posse, provide a beat, or roll up on dubs!
First up, MC TM P!
((Turn up bass!) thump, thu-thump thump thump, thu-thump thump)
Yo! Listen up and learn,
You step on my toes, and you might burn!
I’m not crazy, but gots an axe to grind
All you suckaz out there got me loosing my mind!
It’s payday, and I sign the checks!
You better stay in line, or I’ll break your necks!
Step up, got nerve?
Talk back, get served!
Head on… best swerve.
Yo, my ho’s got da mad mad curves!
No hoods needed,
On this street corner.
You see your Ho here,
You better warn her
This is how
I up and do it
And don’t pretend
You never knew it.
Ho’s say Ho!
And da playaz play it!
If you got beef,
Go ‘head and say it!
Rampage! I check the damage,
Dinner time, and I needs a sanmidg!
That’s all I’ll say, but I got more…
Good luck suckas, try to even the score!
(Arms crossed, making the gas-face, waiting for suckas.)
I got served? Fool, I ain't think so!
Yo' mama get a nasty ol' bootie that stinks, yo.
Last night yo' sista wuz buyin' me drinks, though
I told her "Get wit me, and I'll be buyin' you minks, ho."
Hey Phlab to the I to tha B-I-T
Y-A-L-P T_N_A_C
Read it backwards, fool, and then you'll see,
Why you ain't got tha juice to step to me.
You tryin' to start a rappin' war up in here?
Sucka, betta get yo'self a whole 'notha career.
You ain't gonna last a day, much less a year
Wit yo' no-rhymin' verses gettin' in my ear.
I did yo' mama while you was playin' chess
I walked up to her, said "I like yo' dress."
"I'd like it better on my floor," and you know what's next?
She say, "Ooh Daddy Cribs, you know you tha best!"
First up, first down, that's tha way it goes
Sorry Phlab, but now everybody knows
Don't start no battle 'less you can bring tha flows!
Now I'm out. Later suckaz! Follow me ho's!
Cribs
I hear you cribs, but I’m here on rap duty..
You da one who did my mamma’s nasty stinky booty
She also told me something, I don’t know if it’s true
She said you said you had 11, and it ads up to 2!
C. R. I. B. don’t blame me, I know she said 2, and we both know it was 3.
Cuz you was in the alley all whippin it out, for that fat ho sally with a bad case of Gout.
She started runnin’ you yelled,”Come back ho! Only take me 20 seconds fo to get my flow!”
Next you hopped into your granny’s gold and white La Baron,
To find the blind Ho, I think her name is Karen.
You whipped it out again, she said, “Is this a pen? I don’t take checks, sorry my friend”!
I know more, I could go on for days… But I’ll let it slide this time, and anyways.
This corners big enough to house us two, you had the guts to step… and what you saids half true!
Piece! P Out!
Originally posted by kirksey957Oh snap! Look who steppin' to take a swing.
Back atch ya, The Dawg is in the house
Oh, fo sho der goes ole Crbs ho
Who needs a delouse.
Weak in da knees she got da fleas
All she know to say is please, please, please
"Me so honay, Me so honay" is all she sayin
Goin home to Cribs who say, "Where be da monay."
Snoop D-O-double-Gizzle, fingaz fulla bling
Sayin' my ho's be bug infested
I'm a spit tha truth now, you gonna digest it
You know what tha debaters be sayin' 'bout you?
They say when RBHILL ain't around, ol' kirksey will do.
Anotha Jesus freak whose mind be a waste
Can't think fo' yo'self, just copy and paste
They say you two be one of a kind
Two brains put together, but not even half a mind
RB knows tha verses, and kirksey can spell
Put 'em togetha, see if you goin' to hell
Ain't nobody ever even been to KY
Unless they got lost on a DUI
Cuz ain't nothin' there but trees and hillz
Maybe a bowlin' alley where tha blue-collaz chill
You betta change yo' pitcha to Hillbilly Jim
Cuz tha real Dogg ain't want you representin' him
Yo, you know I got love and I hate to tattle
But I gotta bring tha truth cuz dis be battle!
Cribs
Originally posted by CribsOh , ma brotha, that 2nd and 3rd stanza just kill me. 🙂
Oh snap! Look who steppin' to take a swing.
Snoop D-O-double-Gizzle, fingaz fulla bling
Sayin' my ho's be bug infested
I'm a spit tha truth now, you gonna digest it
You know what tha debaters be sayin' 'bout you?
They say when RBHILL ain't around, ol' kirksey will do.
Anotha Jesus freak whose mind be a waste
Can't think fo' yo'self, just co ...[text shortened]... ou know I got love and I hate to tattle
But I gotta bring tha truth cuz dis be battle!
Cribs
Kirksey, Yo! You got served! You gonna let it stand like that? Be a survivor, give him what he deserves!
I'll take it easy on you, cuz I'm glad you're here... I've got chess moves to make....
I think I need a Beer!
A 40, 1 mo... Oh no, how 'bout another...
Chillin on the corner with the fly style brothers.
Step up make moves, cut groves, drink juice...
And we do it all brave, cuz we don't need no duce.
So now it's us three and I'm not surprised at all...
Unless we see Ivan, Ivan, Harry, RC, Rwing, Bbarr or Paul!
Check it!
P-
O Yo, I got served well-done and over easy
Puttin' me in der wit da Jesus a pleasy
Cribs , he be da masta of all kinds of speak
Spanish, French and now day say all kinds of sleaze
From pimpin' and bangin' and a BJ in da makin'
Day say he da masta of sin wit slime
Da man does it all
Syllogistic logic wit rhyme!
Originally posted by kirksey957Yo, that ain't no battle rap, you just givin' me props
O Yo, I got served well-done and over easy
Puttin' me in der wit da Jesus a pleasy
Cribs , he be da masta of all kinds of speak
Spanish, French and now day say all kinds of sleaze
From pimpin' and bangin' and a BJ in da makin'
Day say he da masta of sin wit slime
Da man does it all
Syllogistic logic wit rhyme!
I oughtta be pagin' tha battle rap cops
Cuz them verses ain't about startin' no drama
You ain't even say nothin' 'bout my fat ass mama!
Cribs
Originally posted by CribsI agree, but I didn't say it!
Yo, that ain't no battle rap, you just givin' me props
I oughtta be pagin' tha battle rap cops
Cuz them verses ain't about startin' no drama
You ain't even say nothin' 'bout my fat ass mama!
Cribs
I wouldn't play that rap, even if I paid for it!
I guess wid kirksey, you jut get "The Good Word" Yo!
He's got some style, but it's a "Love Fest"... Hoooooooo!
Hands up, ya'll! This is a rap attack!
Kirksey laid some rhymes, but they was WhAcK!
You need a bit of beef, to hang on this street corner.
No props and prais for Cribs, make his momma a mourner!
Originally posted by PhlabibitRwing is too white
Kirksey, Yo! You got served! You gonna let it stand like that? Be a survivor, give him what he deserves!
I'll take it easy on you, cuz I'm glad you're here... I've got chess moves to make....
I think I need a Beer!
A 40, 1 mo... Oh no, how 'bout another...
Chillin on the corner with the fly style brothers.
Step up make moves, cut gro ...[text shortened]... rprised at all...
Unless we see Ivan, Ivan, Harry, RC, Rwing, Bbarr or Paul!
Check it!
P-
to rap with y'all
it doesn't sound right
with a Texas drawl
(I don't really speak with a Texas drawl, but hey, it rhymed)