Whose ready for a... It's been awhile since we last had an official freestyle rap battle. I decided to host one because the Forums has been a little tedious lately. We forumers got a job to keep Forums active(useless and provocative threads don't count) and keep it more intriguing. ____________ How It's Run: - There are 4 Judges. Each Judge are voting by Points by 0-25. To reveal the results, the contestant will receive the total points given by a certain number of points the judges had given. Only 5 contestants can go to the semi-finals! Ranks are developed by how much points you have. Apply! - Contestants who'd like to apply, they will comment on this thread or wall/pm me. Anyone can apply, just spit what you got! Rules: No plaigarizing(will check every single verse) FREESTYLE Rapping about the real world is limited. Try to keep your topic game-related Must have atleast 8 sentences or more. No bypassing PRIZES 1st Place 2nd Place 3rd Place And there you have it!
Yo Look, if you had mom's spaghetti, Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti There's vomit on his sweater spaghetti, mom's spaghetti But he keeps on spaghetti what he wrote down, The whole crowd goes spaghetti He opens his mouth, but spaghetti won't come out He's choking how, everybody's joking now. spaghetti run out, time's up, over, bloah! Snap back to spaghetti, Oh there goes spaghetti Oh, there goes spaghetti, bloah He's so mad, but he won't give up spaghetti, no.
Just to bust a quick sample, I'll pull the homies bro card Like hes playing for a raffle Leave em confused and baffled Riffles so abashful, They just incompetent,to the Writing, but I'll rip a new Actual bottom in em then Feed em to the bottom feeders Just right before the bottom ending ....im done
I eat ice It tastes nice It ain't rice We roll dice Head lice Bunch of mice They're not nice Entice. Boom.
Yo check me.... I treat rappers like how i like my fish Fried died layed to the side and Served on a cold dish Look to beat me, you'll need a heck Of a micheal jackson beat, And battery just to attach to me, Yeah life is fantastic whenever i get A challenge to make em disappear like ima Wiccan with magik, No zuses nor thor nope not even odin Could take this anger and hold it I aim it then explode it Then meet you at the crossroads like Im on my bone thuggish But um how's it feel to be put in A ditch 6 feet damn may was add an Extra inch, before i act like Big willy and lynch And this is just a rough draft Of whats next as i take me a bloodbath In your raps....
I got bars from the stars, Earth Venus Jupiter Mars! I got bars higher then prison bars We all know El Chapo is a star We All Know Slim Jesus smell like a fartt If I win this rap battle I'm gonna slap some Kosher oil on you , Make you the god damn pickle....!