On the real-though, my blade make yuh peel-slow
I wanna get some bread and i aint talkin bouta meal-hoe

my boys can put you on da history channel
how u got steam out yo barrel wit no clipin da handle

the muzzle on da kay can make yo hair turn to ashes
i had a hard day, im bout to lay n burn da hashish

i'm down for shootin stars but i aint needa wish
i'm down for gettin head but i aint feeda bitch

i got steady-aim, and cocaine for this ready-vain
kill you in your sleep, and have kids thinkin freddy-came

i wake up and ask myself why im so-sick,
cuz this rap shit can getcha more green then a glowstick

west side connecticut, high when da baretta-spit
yall aint get ass, you use ya hand instead-of-it

yall actin gang affiliated, rappin like you really made it
but you just some low grade chumps, kinda silly aint it?

im willing to never see the next-day
you pussy, and not the kind involved in sex-play

ill bury-ya-body, actin like a playa but youll marry-her-probly..
go head carry-ya-shotty, cuz your aim is very ungodly..



tired as fuck but I'm allways down to drop something....

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i wonder what happened to Topnotch Swagger... i think he got scurred lmao

hahah I wonder where he at cuz he was acting very superior until I started dropping.

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bring your squad bitch, 'cause i got plenty fam/
chanting in tongues, betwixt a satanic pentagram//
you'd make a fine addition to the bodies in my basement/
using a louisville slugger, i'm givin you a face dent// (LOL don't ask, it sounded good)
i got a garbage bag, and it's goin around your neck/
sufocation won't take long, just gimme a sec//
your breath stinks so bad you must suck a fine dick/
since you're into that i betcha want to give mine a lick//
since you're on my dick, i guess you ride my nuts/
where'd these wack rappers come from? nine-to-five fucks//

Probably your best drop yet, face dent

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yeah, i was kindof easy in Rap Battles 2 =/

improv shit is fresh as hell, but i'd rather do shit like this in forums where i have a little time to think instead of like.. real life or even chats and shit, i can do all that, but i can get hella more creative with even like 3 minutes to think

LOL

This is just a little something to keep your ass in check
The muthaphukkin Evil Empire is still in effect
You claimin that you great, but I’m one of a kind
And your entire album cant match the power of even just one of my lines
Because everything I say or do may be fatal
Rock your children to sleep and then ignite their cradle
Slam the body on the floor and stomp it like a kick drum
Then scrape the brains off my boot like some old bubble gum
Now say what you wanna say but I’m out of you reach
And none of ya’ll muthaphukkaz will ever fade my technique
Fuck peace, this is war, get fuck off my floor
Cuz when the shit goes down you the first out the door
You cant ever reach my kind of lyrical level
Not even if you manage to cut a deal with the fuckin devil
You think you can spit hard bars? I’ll make you jaw wired tight
And every time you shit its your mouth you hafta wipe
That’s how much I’ll fuck your ass up cannabis
My lyrics are bitch seeking missiles and they never miss
I’ll make put your fuckin mouth on the goddamn curb
And your teeth shatterin will be the last thing you ever heard
And the last time anyone would have ever saw ya
Your body was chopped up and floatin up the river like you were tom fuckin sawyer
CYRAX wipe that cum off your back
Everytime you talk you get fucked because everyone knows you cant rap
You rhyme, sick with stick, play with day
With that stance theres no chance you can touch my relentless melee
And then theres your bitch Juggalo, and you know
I bet he begs you to let him eat up your little dicks cum load
This is a battle, and you sendin him compliments
And I’m sure I’ve got my point across of all your irrelevance
I wonder, should I stop now or should I go further?
Because every time I exhale its lyrical murder
Fuck it, TopNotchSwagger I hafta deliver yo mark ass a dagger
I bet no bitch would let you fuck her until the ambulance had already bagged her
Open your ears its pointless to resist
Each lyric I spit grows under your skin like a cyst
And you’ll swear you’ve just been bitten by a viper
But its just the fear that I got you in the crosshairs of my sniper
I’ve got the gun to your dome, pressin your temple
45 slug makes your head pop like a pimple
Never let me catch you walkin down the sidewalk
Because it’s a habit that I’ll leave your ass traced in white chalk
Now you truly haven’t met anyone that’s a threat
But that’s because you haven’t stepped to someone like me yet
Naw fuck guns, my versus are more lethal than an attempt at suicide
If you shoot yourself in the head you have a better shot to survive

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too long... too few good lines LOL

Too long for ya huh? I knew you couldnt keep up with me.

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Yo cannabis campbell
all you ever do is ramble
you boast
and your posts piss of most
but you're rhymes can't take me down
I rep that east coast.
west coast is where I frown
It's time to hand me your balls
N' put on a wedding gown

Hey, you watch scarface every day
That movie is gay
you take movie requests
you need to forget it and just roll a jay
that thread is mediocre, at best

I'm done with this cat
and dat's dat

That's way too long
You're over compensatin' for a small schlong
If you saw me walkin down the street you'd run off
and be gone

you're soft
just turn your head and cough
you drink star bucks in your loft
then log on to canna
take of that bandanna
and go eat a banana

call up def jam
you're only shot
but damn
I've heard better from a robot

cross this cat off the list
while I go take a piss

You started this thread
I read the first two and wished I was dead
Thanks for bringin this shit back
you smokin crack?
everyone in here has worse lyrics then FACK
you're a hack
and won't even be able to write a good comeback

(*FACK is an eminem song)

You keep your shit small to make yourself feel big
But bitch I’ll snap ya in half like a twig
I took four bitches out all at one time
While you struggle to complete just one of your whack ass lines
Call a truce now or it’ll be your doom
And I highly suggest you do it as soon
As possible otherwise the damages on your side will be colossal
But cha didn’t listen not like Jesus and his apostles
And now you have lost it all to gain nothing, not even a new religion
I just want you to know that blows hit with precision
And I’m never hesitant to run up in your crib then
Let safety slip let the bullet rip into you cerebral cortex
Send you through a motherfuckin vortex of death
That’ll make you and your entire family gasp for breath
You eat be eating more meat than a maggot
If it wasn’t for a banana youd still be a virgin, fuckin faggot
Your only defense that I make my shit to long
But that’s why I’m on top where I belong
You aint even worth the time to be put on a list
Because I bet a bitch like you sits down to take piss

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You came back for more
after you cried to you're mom
who's a 2 dollar whore
you need to walk at that door
these lyrics would make a meth addict snore
if we took a vote
everyone would swear you fuck goats

I'll stop there
to prevent a ban
but it's only fair to everyone
if you get hit by a van

You want a truce?
here's your chance
let me know after tap dance class
dumbass

you call 187 like Dre
What a joke
you suck dick every day
cuz you're broke

I should give you my rhyme book so you have a head start
And I guarantee that you will still get ripped apart
Anyone notice how he doesn’t dispel what I say
He’s just gonna sit there as I rip on him all day
You make up shit because you know you can’t hit me back
Dance class? You must have something better than that
But I suppose that you don’t because that all you got
You left yourself wide open and I took the shot
You tried to make a joke but I filleted you
Goddamn it stupid even you played you
I have to dumb up my lyrics just so you can understand
I have the 1-8-7 because I can just kill a man
And if you’re not careful that man can be you
That’s all for today bitch because your ass is through

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You're too soft to call 187
you dumb down your lyrics because your IQ is less than eleven
you tore me apart?
you talk to much shit
now you'll get a bullet through the heart
I don't need your rhyme book
you can't even write one hook
no one would even be able to read through the jizz
that's why you'll never make it in the music biz
stop ending the battles
it's not my fault you're not creative enough
cuz when your mom was pregnant she would huff
I only say it because it's true
your lyrics suck dick
mine are sick
It's not "dumb up" It's "dumb down"
I won this battle
so now I get the crown
you can try again
but my rhymes are ten outta ten
so go ahead
then I'll come back so hard it'll spin your head

comin out of nowhere like a ghost and say boo
they call me the ghost man, who the fuck are you?
i haunt from underground to downtown searchin for the true sound
findin the inspiration for words to throw down when i come around
from the 952 to the 763, big up's to the Twin Cities and the SLP
From the land of the lakes and trees and all the four seasons
Reppin from Minnesota where we rhyme with a reason
and i assure you this ghost is real, and i can make you believe
when my lyrics start to flow i got a few tricks up my sleeve
and go and brush that sleeve off, if your still stickin with this
and put a hand up for those trying to make the dream more than wishes
before we end up underground, or in the sea with the fishes
and just like a submarine i sink low
lyrics sting like torpedoes, and the oceans my flow
float like an astronaut on a mission to mars
rhyme it up with the martians over 16 bars
record that shit, and play it back
the true music of stars
otherworldly, ethreal and untouched
the ghost is out, so peace out or get fucked

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
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"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

To be honest alot of these drops make me think I'm done here, nothing else to prove.

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yeah... from an unbiased position, cyrax owned this shit, and i think i'd come in second, top notch would show up in third... and.. well.. who cares about the rest LOL they all tied for last

Preach. Hail to that.

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lucky for y'all i'm bored and i feel funky fresh

like i said before my family's fresher than yours/
we'll run you bitches down like Carolina panthers//
droppin lines so weakly, all fuzzy, so soft/
pussy shit down hear causes .45s to go off/
yet you have audacity to try and show off?/
yeah man, you're the greatest rapper "COUGH COUGH"//
gangsta as a Lvl 75 elf thief/ (LMAO i'm a nerdy fuck)
fuckin with me will only bring yaself beef//
you run around like "I'M RICK JAMES, BITCH!"/
but at the end of the day you're still the same snitch//

How the fuck is that unbiased? You called yourself second.

that was my unbiased decision because.. well.. the rest of you guys are unoriginal.. and not so great with the wordplay.. maybe you're foreign and don't have a great vocab but whatever