It's a Rap Ravage Savage in Here!

[T The Manager]

Yo! This is the Rap Ravage Savage.... Only the best thread EVER

*First off. Nothing should be taken seriously or taken personal because it's just for fun.*

This is the rap battle thread. Yeah I said it, the RAP BATTLE THREAD (Freestyle rap if you want)! It's all or nothing, every man for himself. Who will take the throne and own the Rap Ravage Savage championship trophy?

Since I have nobody to battle against I'll provoke one!

Think you got what it takes to win a rap battle?
im the king here, they got my vote on speed dial
but ya'll already know you'll lose, can't face the truth
but in the court of law, gavel done hit, I'm bulletproof
yeah, now i'll give you proof, and guarantee ya
i'll start a forest fire if I hit the booth
need extinguishers, so evacuate the room
while i spit fury flow suck ya back in the vacuum
in a black hole, no window, no escape
exhale a cloud to get you high and watch the moon shape
its your doomsday, but not some fake theory
burn you alive in my rap, then call it sickology
my evil psychology, there ain't no apology
i'm the grand champion and it should be clear to see
it's the lyrical Holocaust, and ya'll are Germany
make a come back if you think you can out battle me

Yea! Now that's how you do it right there! Any challengers? Don't be shy.

Need some inspiration?? then click below.

Spoiler:

 

[Demon Wolf]

Rap hah I rather give ya a slap your rap is a disgrace ur mind runs at a slow pace wheres the race pal u think your al Bundy ur not because ur not as hot like the pot im usin to cook tried I was tired n bored needed eminem 4 inspiration

 

[T The Manager]

slap me. hah, all your slappin is corny
just like your wack raps, so hot, that they didn't burn me

 

[Ozymandias]

yoyoyo my name is David i like to rap
your rhymes are pieces of crap
swag swag swag
bag bag bag
mag mag magazine
is what i shoot into your head
then you dead
i get bread
uhhhh swag
lol this is all jokes so don't think this is actually me trying to rap XD

 

[T The Manager]

yo yo yo. David you're a piece of crap
you make me wanna grab a glock and pop a cap
in yo back, chop off your legs, now you handicapped
and rap so wack Waka Flocka don't want ya on his track

 

[Kanzler]

don't forget that waka flocka don't want you on his track neither
you spend your cash on weed but otherwise you're a miser
i had a little chat with your financial advisor
he told me that you're broke, in the red, it's no surprise-r

so stop your trippin
go back to your burger flippin
your claims of greatness has no weight, it's fateless
in the end it's your blood i'm sippin

seriously though, this is a great idea. we should definitely keep the censor on, if people can't use swear words, the rhymes will be higher quality.

 

[«Chuckles»]

whatt you sayin' 'bout higher quality?
I think your brains a little bit faulty!
How 'bout you go back to your business
before I make you beg for forgiveness

I tried

 

[Kanzler]

my brain might be faulty but yours is broken along the creases
a thousand engineers couldn't put back together the pieces
you could be the subject for my doctoral thesis
study your force of retardation - electrophoresis.

biology related rhymes ftw here's somewhere you can learn about electrophoresis: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electrophoresis. science is cool.

 

[Demon Wolf]

slap me. hah, all your slappin is corny
just like your wack raps, so hot, that they didn't burn me

Or did they I heard u screamin like someone who had something shoved in yo butt n my slap I heard 2 I herd u leikz mudkipz LoL

 

[Kanzler]

it's a shame that you're gone, been denied, wonder how you feel inside.
you've bona fide done something stupid this time and i'd
just hope you realize - don't brush it aside - that pride

comes before the fall.

 

[Outlier]

Yo I tried 2 help out da forum, but I guess dey didn't 'preciate mah decorum.
The man be treating me like a troll, I'm like nah man im just looking for a lol.
If da modz be handing out another infraction, then me and my lawyers will be serving them a class action!​

 

[curiousnathan]

no one likes a troll
they smell like rotting decay
they're useless and childish what can i say
they're posts, their presence is nothing but trash
i won't change my mind about something like that

yolo, swag etc.

 

[Kanzler]

class action? more like a class clown - without class
you could gain a little sense and lose a little sass
quit crawling between our legs like a snake in the grass
with a pain in your ass, bullet still in the brass.

brap brap

 

[Crux]

You think you so cool, just fightin the rules?
Well you ain't the first gen, fool, and you're stealing their tune.
But stop!
How can I break it to this In-Tro-Vert?

You're a little parrot, you're just a silly bird
Sittin' on your perch and you picked up some words
All about a counterculture made up of verbs
But that's a lotta talk for so little work
Because
You preach about your mischief and your gayity
Talk about your aptitude defying gravity
But earth to spaceman, come in, prawn
Your shuttle's comin down
And your face'll meet the lawn

So I'll be stealing your bike, mate
While you're picking up your teeth
And I'll ride it by slowly, so you can bow down to me
And while you might go blind by my might, you in no danger
You could even lay your head down, right by the curb
Or go cryin' in to mommy when you see me go far
'Cus I'm a true star, and you only wish you had a barrister.

 

[Outlier]

no one likes a troll
they smell like rotting decay
they're useless and childish what can i say
they're posts, their presence is nothing but trash
i won't change my mind about something like that

yolo, swag etc.

Curious I'm sure, in more ways than one.
Looks like someone has a problem, with me having a little fun.
Though at the end of the day it don't even matter, koz my enemies mods or not, will end up falling flatter.

class action? more like a class clown - without class
you could gain a little sense and lose a little sass
quit crawling between our legs like a snake in the grass
with a pain in your ass, bullet still in the brass.

brap brap

A clown indeed. You could call me the Joker.
But you ain't no Batman, I'm afraid you's just plain mediocre.
Now that wasn't no diss, So I hope it didn't sting.
Because everyone's mediocre, when compared to the King!

You think you so cool, just fightin the rules?
Well you ain't the first gen, fool, and you're stealing their tune.
But stop!
How can I break it to this In-Tro-Vert?

You're a little parrot, you're just a silly bird
Sittin' on your perch and you picked up some words
All about a counterculture made up of verbs
But that's a lotta talk for so little work
Because
You preach about your mischief and your gayity
Talk about your aptitude defying gravity
But earth to spaceman, come in, prawn
Your shuttle's comin down
And your face'll meet the lawn

So I'll be stealing your bike, mate
While you're picking up your teeth
And I'll ride it by slowly, so you can bow down to me
And while you might go blind by my might, you in no danger
You could even lay your head down, right by the curb
Or go cryin' in to mommy when you see me go far
'Cus I'm a true star, and you only wish you had a barrister.

I bet you call me a bird koz i rise like a Phoenix
Above haterz like you who ain't even in my mix
I'm in a league of my own, and it's time you all deal
With the fact that your homie Introvert, is simply for real!

 

[Crux]

A bird? Don't make me laugh!
I'm an ardent supernova, you do the math
Any which way you handle the flames, you can't
But you're attracted to my light, like you're flying in a trance.
Though I really must admit, your smell sure is kickin'
Did someone bring crisps? Cus I made some chicken.

And you may think you flyin' high, but you're slipping through the seams
See your league is below zero, and I don't mean cool
You're throwing out these words, but the flow don't pull through
And while you've been twiddling thumbs I've been spittin' out honey
That means gold, 'cus thats what I'll get
I ain't never wrote a rap, but this'll be a hit.

So you'll be glaring at my diamond effigy standing in the streets
While I'll be hiding from ten thousand nymphs who want to get a peek
And when you're sleeping in the gutter, and me in my suite
I'll chuckle to myself about that minnow I beat
You see, he was a little brat who ain't know how to rap
Thought it was just being fast and bustin' caps
Never learned how to take it slow and just relax
Well when I finished with him he need hot 'n cold packs

I still remember the words that I said
After my beats left him laying black and blue half to death
That he could go on rhyming if he only just kept
His hands in his pockets, and gave me respect.

 

[Outlier]

How can I respect you when I don't know who you are?
You's just some beta hater mirin me from afar.
I sense your frustration son, I also sense your pain.
You jealous of my good looks and the fact I make it rain $$$

 

[Magikarp From Hell]

I do this when I'm bored, here are some bars I wrote a while ago..

Survival of the sickest?
**** that, I'm the illest
Untouchable, unstoppable
Can't see you though, you must be invisible
You're like the Hollow Man,
This is a race between Humvee and a minivan
Welcome to the land of extreme
Here to shatter your dream
Slap you back to reality
So hard like there's no gravity
I'll keep coming back like herpes,
Chasing you like a Pitbull with rabies
My mind is so diabolical,
Ready to tear you apart like a cannibal
Slaughtering fake mc's and use their corpses to build up a mansion,
Faster than the Chinese expansion

Jamaican style, you just got smoked
Sorry, no really, I hoped you'd suck a dick and choked
Bars are dropping, no joke
Faster than Charlie Sheen snoring a line of coke
Like Billy The Gun, I'm lawless
Draw my guns and shoot rhymes to win this fight flawless
I don't miss when I aim,
Sorry son, no credits left to play this game
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Your ass just got burned, third degree
My verses are too complicated
Too fast for you, it's like you're intoxicated
Can't stop adding insult to injury
It's so easy it feels like a luxury

Don't come too close to me,
I swear I'll **** you up like a chicken at KFC
Controlling you like a puppet,
When I'm done I'll chop you up in pieces and throw them in a ****ing bucket
Can't bring a knife to a gunfight,
Not just any kind, the type of fight that makes you lose your appetite
Smoke cigars like The Godfather,
Wash my balls in holy water
Your flow is so slow that they call you mail delivery,
Unlike me mother****er, I'm the human artillery
Like Donald Trump, I tell you when you're fired,
You can run but you'll only die tired
The most complete fighter,
Turn you off like a ****ing lighter

Drag you to hell with me
Make you go banana's like a chimpanzee
Knock at the gates of hell
give you the finger and wave you farewell
My power is so endless I turn rainforests into wastelands,
Yours is limited like the success range of ****** bands
All I see in front of me is a walking tragedy
One of many, another prove of a Hip Hop parody
Stomp you back into hibernation
End it with a victory celebration
Feel the aftermath
Hitting you like a spiked baseball bat
Crushing your skull and piercing your brain
I'm Standing at the top of the food chain
****, Call me the apex predator
Bet you didn't even get one metaphor
Just turned 16 bars into 64 bars,
Better say au revoir,
I may not bark, but I do bite
Now get the **** out of my spotlight

 

[Crux]

Hahaa, I don't know why you're such a glutton for punishment... Here we go!

Your rhymes are crap
Your voice is slack
Your beats are wack
Your shoes are trash
And I think you mean cash
But your flow's no show
So your words don't go
I guess you're just a little too slow

Oh, I've been holdin' back but now just not so much
But if I went a hundred then you would just be dust
So I'll take you for a ride, but you better pack another lunch
Because I guarantee you'll lose one before the day is done

---

Aw, man, well now I'm just bored, but let's see...

Windbag alert!
You came in flappin' your jaws, drawlin' on and on
But it's a one note song, so you don't belong
You should pick up a new verse and shorten your song
This is a rap battle, son, not a marathon

So go get out the stadium, step off the plate
You better learn to swing kid, we ain't here to play

 

[DowntownDumpling]

B*tch, four words don't a compelling rhyme make
Try a sinewave of lengths; you're a primate
So activate your linguistic brain; try a change
I'm in pain, insane, because your rhymes is lame

The best line you wrote separated "done" from "Aw";
But it's a real line, like Sheen snorts, breakin' the law
Rocky Rococo? Man, try Rocky Dennis;
You've got nothin' left; I can waste a line to end this