Ok you run NY,
i`m guessing your from the usa
callin english damn! when really you yanks aint got notin clever to say
our president is Cameron and yours is Obama
were reprisented posh whilst you guys eat around the bush
at least most of our english bitches are slim
big tits, slim waists and short skirts of denim
how many yanks these days are gay
men are shagging others up agenst the wall or on the floor
in every position 3 times or more
"hey dudes lets go for a snack"
cos i`m hungry again...i gave up running on the track
then we`l go the supermarket pick food off the rack
but only 200% fat
after all my pants aint exactly slack
to be honest there a size 34
i`l eat any meat cooked or raw
as long as i get to the store
and try and out-eat what i ate the night before
even men in america are wearing bra`s
disgracing the mentality of the stripes and the stars
you guys ran out so you used the masks from the sars
to put on your tits as you get more drinks from the bars
we could write more but we wanna hear your replies
so come and give us some back you american phyuks and shock our precious eyes
phyuk NY we wanna hear from the rest of the universe
cum back with some lines and make them a half decent verse

It’s about to go down like an elevator shaft
Comin’ on here tryin’ to be nice, there’ll be hell to pay for that
If I was your manager, I would shelve away that crap
You should stop all that gangsta talk, get away from that
You need a break away from rap; go skate or make a map
Take a nursing course, resuscitate a lady man
Go mind a child or play with babies, man
You’re probably better off cleaning away some baby crap
There’s no way you’re made to rap, you’re made to fail in that
Take my piece of advice, mate, just stay in class
Your rap shit is lame and plainly wack
And you think I’m being funny? Well, mate, you made me laugh
There’s no English in that verse that I can’t make from that
Trying to be gangsta, but you blatantly fail in rap
He calls himself 50scent- well, I just made him curious
Trying to find answers to his questions and it makes him furious
The way I spit game is mysterious
This is over, dog, and I just straight slayed him, period!

@50scent

Hand you what? wait .... let me turn my mic on
Oh, wait a minute - where on Earth’s the mic gone?
Oh yeah, I forgot, “50scent” swallowed it
Everywhere he goes, the mics always follow him
I should get out my pussi so you can swallow it
Suck it, bitch " yeah, how d’ya like my collagen?
Look at “50scent” go " somebody stop him!
I’m about to explode, AGH! Oops, I slopped him
Not only does he swallow, but SHIT, this bum sucks!
I just proved that to you, you little dumb phyuk!
Enough of that, let’s get back to the rap that you wrote
You claim that your the king of rapper, and you can sit on top of the world?
You’re getting overzealous, you need to slow your roll
You couldn’t have a “clique/click” if you had a remote control
ima beast on a mission,
packing uncontrolled anger
when i catch u walking by, ill amputate you with a hanger
ill phyuking slit you throat stab ya, chase your girl and then grab her!
then your phyuking know why' they call me the money-changer!

@50scent,

Yo dude Youre wack
Im female, im not male
I hold londons best street battle
cz i let my strap dance and my gun shuffle

Aint no1 better than me
Im a real G and i make history
Cant u see u got no life,
Search for a women, a future wife
Coz no man can speak to my squad
50 ill squeeze up a shot
send u risen to God
kill for the game , never kill for the fame
you end up dead what a shame

50 dont test me , coz ill start wiv ur family tree
50 dont try man out coz ill leave u knockout

I know I'm female
but my rhymes are tight,
I bust out when I'm in a rap fight
so just bite... yo' bottom lip so tight
while I bust a rhyme on yo' ass... fo' the night
you ride just like a cowboy on a saddle
rememba' I aint you in 'dis rap battle
while you drownin' in the lake, doin' da' 50 paddle
But you aint know my cold wata'
'cause I gave you a taste of man slaughta'
when we get to our own 8th mile
we gon' get in our own rank and file

Yo yo yo lets get it crackin....

Yo i'm blessed and im a G, a weapon in the street
cause im droppin in the hood, like an engine with a leak
so test and be defeat, see i happen to travel
gettin so well known that YAKSKING ask me to battle
im rappin in castles and im packed with desire
call me a MALE cause im a FEMALE image with fire
i snack on the riders, spittin the new heat
yall stay behind my lines, and this isn't a movie
and shit im a true FEMALE, im abusin true vets
im always number 1, not even usin my 50 cents
consumin a crew's best, erasin enough herbs
these rhymes are so hot, they give 50scent a sunburn
i play with enough words, 1 punch leavin you to think
go ahead and suck your dick, i'll just beat you with a sink
i'll treat you to a king who's thrivin with weaponry
so take everyone's advise and keep your eyes on me

Money don't change me, I'm a money-changer
But if you diss me your in danger
I work hard for the paper
Cuz i want big van and a sky scraper
My dreams came through , !'m rich and happy.....to be continued

here is a ryme to put 50scent in his place, showin him who's boss.

I'm starting to realize you dont' belong in dis game/ to take your medication
Now I have to kill you, It's an Obligation
you'll never get money, your rymes are stupid and funny
you stopped that paper chase as soon as they closed your welfare case
your easy to replace
lots of wannabes like you don't have the rap knowledge base
but I do, Quik and mc high times, we kill people with our rymes
we get more then dimes, we commit lyricaly crimes
i'll leave you knocked out, and and wiped out, without no pay out
shut your mouth, you still here, now i'm beyond doubt
where were you goning with that rap, put on the break lights
you rymes aint tight, there out of sight, suck so bad "you" even fall asleep when you write
you can try come at me with your rymes, but im far beyond superior
i'll f*ck up your interior(mind), not to mention your exterior
your style is shit, getting old and rotten
i'm only making you famous, then you'll go back to be forgotten
you so stupid, if you want me to admit your the king/ you still wouldnt get it, " bitch you just losted"
making your head hurt with my rymes, you cant think your so exhausted
you have to admit, in a bit i'll kill you with this spit
you can back down, or do it,only way you win this battle is if you fluke it

there you go boy...

I backed down on 50scent, cause that dawg had mad skill
But your different, I'm murdering you on freewill
Your going down, aint givin' you no time to breathe
Cause at the end of this battle, imam knock out your teeth
Your lucky this is only a text battle, cause I would laugh even harder if it came from your high pitch voice
You couldn't and wouldn't talk shit to my face if you had no choice
money-changer's my name, say it, yell it, or scream it
Only way you win this battle is if you fu*king dream it
Or if you hire a real mc to be your ghost writer
You'll never be hot, your lighter without fire
Stupid little bitch, tried to get drunk off apple juice
Never thought I'd be the one to be battling the hip hop
I never made it into the game, I was born into it
I can't believe you call that lame rap a hit
Everyone on this forum, knows I'll kill you
Even nijapals said "money-changer is done wit u"
Face it your done, lets skip to the end and shake hands
If your gonna spit back, I'll crush you like an empty pop can
Break your legs won't be able to stand
You're a transvestite but want to be called a man
Hey victor490 , I already killed him, I wouldn't call this a fight
Cause that little bitch killed the game as soon as he touched a mic

 

I BELIEVE HE NEEDS OUR SUPPORT..FOOD, TIME, MONEY, BLANKETS, CLOTHES, TOYS, BOOKS, NOT PRAYERS. IF WE CAN GET HIS CONTACT THAT WILL DO.

Mickey i heard that your liar, don't even tattle
this is a slaughter house and i'll kill you like cattle
listen to my sound that surrounds your whole mound
be careful not to drowned in my words on the ground
who wants to battle, you can pick any topic
here's a little time, i'm going off to the tropics
whenever you ready, come and find me
mine where you step, look out for the debris
i'm stuck on people like a tick that wont go away
i'll cut you into pieces, and sitck you in the bay to decay
don't delay, what you'll say today
i'd rather you obey than run a stray
today is the day, i survey the land
i eat and absorb you with my digestive gland
do you understand, what you have to do?
or are you going to sit there, not having a clue
i'll pursue, you through the greatest depths of hell
burning flesh, hair and bones and you handle the smell
i can't even tell, and i can't even see
my eyes are burnt to the third degree
but, i can still sense you weak ass power
i don't need sight to be able to devour
how did i get to the top of this tower
my skin is getting burnt by this firey shower
if my body gets burnt and melts right down
i'll still have my spirit and soul is world renown

50SCENT KING RAPPER
step down while u got time
drop the mic before i come and stomp ur ass out
bitch get down bow down no turn around and stay bowin

man stop callin ur self a nigga
cuz we already see u a bitch ass wankstAA
u talkin about rappin to us
who the fuk do u think u r

man u should close ur mouth
no seriously man just close it till ur dead
this aint no game
this a for ppl who walk the straight lane
but u walk the other plane

man dont think cuz it will get u killed
just close ur eyes
and just fall in to ur place
before u get ur ass shot
and stomped

i'll smash you like king kong, leave you wit no bong
have you beggin for your life in a song
listen to the words that come from the soul
my style is immortal, it never gets old
you say your d best rapper, well i spit hail
my rhymes are so cold, they tried to put me in jail
wanna bus a rail, i'm hammered like a nail
i'm funny like Monty Pythons holy grail
i'm a burn your f*cking ass from the outside, you in?
i'll leave you on the ground, burning in "AHH" with charred skin
you're waiting to hear what i'm a say next
hanging off my words like melted skin off your chest
you know i'm tha best, moved from east to west
spreading bush fires watch what i hit next
step the f*ck back,eh yo this aint over
i leave you dried up in a crop like a stover
eh yo i'm money and i dont pack heat
you better retreat, cause you're spittin off beat
you're a novice and i'm an elite
i throw you off the dock with you're concrete feet
i'm sorry for this, for being so terrible
its not my fault, your ass is so unbearable
you're on this plain and i'm on a new plateau
you gotta learn to flow, so you can have that glow
i'm a musician of the old tradition
rap about whatever in any condition
this style has been around since the beginning of creation
yo 50scent, my style and your style could be a verbal formation
eh yo i'm in the zone, twistin like a cyclone
you better not be alone when you face the unknown
in the event of an extended descent
you better pack a tent and be ready to represent

yo skillz you better stop biting shit man!

Money on da Mic
Peace!

this ones for history
if u diss me
the story will be
fist freethrowing
when i freestyle i never stop knowing
ive stopped going unprepared
is it rare when i a rapper tells the bare truth
like a crime slooth
this time i break a tooth or two
im ruthless i new this
but to u its ludacris
you will keep missing the point
when im dissing i seperate your joints
you want to segragate the good from the bad
i wouldnt if i had the choice
to slice the ying yang in half
i sing i sang i laugh well i still can
will a man be my end
i dont pretend like in know
the messages i send flow
am i savage when i bend your elbow the wrong way
i go away lay my rhymes in order
but i stay on the border just outside watchin what happens
in a rapping match i leave the crowd clappin
it makes me happy and proud inside when im aloud to say what i want to
today i want you to do something new a lil different
hope my message sent that was my intent cause im not an infant
do i sound impetent im impossible to replicate
im hostile so i will retaliate
so when i come around you better relocate

my ryhmes aint weak
im a geek you freak
you sound like your ass is leakin
so next time you speak dont beek
your rhymes come off meek
cause you have no technique
im never at my peak i plateu
thats why im always ready to go steady in to a battle
when i rattle youre brain you go to mummy and tattle
somebody had a will iller than mine
untill you take this as a sign
your fakeness will shine
im gonna take my time
break down each line
so the sound in my speach will reach into your mind
your just a leech sucking off rap
shut the phyuk up all u spit is awful crap
i think i need to give your jaw a slap
naw it wouldnt make me happy
cause i saw you when i freestyled clapping trying to sing along
but thats just it all you bring is songs
am i wrong when i say u cant battle me alone
so you go home and type to someone whos known
to drop it like its hot
but stop your not growin inside
youve already died now go run and hide
bfore i decide to collide with rhymes multiplied a hundred times

RAPSGOD, damn! heat you dont know who the phyuk u wanna diss
nigga i rhyme like dr. suess
my lyrics so tyte they hang you like a noose
why dont you battle wit a nigga like me
you afraid we in tha olden days and i hang you from a tree
i'm a white boy that put you wack ass rymes to shame
i'll mae you wish you neva joined this rap game
what you know bout these money
ridin round in $200,000 money
while you niggas still playin wit tokna toyz
damn foo you shoulda neva started
fu*k you thought eminem was cold hearted
my shit is so cold itll make you put on a sweata
and make you beg me for som warma weatha
you sound like every otha brok ass rappa
come down down here and flow wit a real kappa slappa
u probably strugglin to make some green wit yo punk ass lyrics
yo might make more if you fill yo ass wit some dicks
nigga i make my money stretch like an athlete
at a track meet..

I'll come quick, slit your throat when you aint even lookin
Have your ass full of holes, like a phyukin pin cushion
My rhymes I spit so rugged by the hundreds
Like a crack head doin lines and gettin blunted
I'll run circles around your ass as I speak
My words are as fast as yours are weak
Your not a phyukin 50scent but you are a little punk
I'm not afraid to say shit cuz I don't give a phyuk
So if you got the big balls you need to beef with me
Bring it on I'll leave you dead in the middle of the street....

i see 50scent chicken typing shit that he written
finger licking bucket to sweaty to phyuk it
ill just let yo bitch suck it
coz this game will never be the same
so watch ma finger dont slip
or you'll have a hollow tip......
burning through ya chest
swimming in ya blood lookin like a mess
an man my keyboards burnin up
typing shit so hot feels like a AK shot
leave you out to dry
you think you can take me nigga try
an i dint want no beef
ive just sat back gritting ma teeth
coz the shit ya'll typing is making me sick
this shit will make you kidds shiver
send a shock down ya spine
coz its just a matter of time b4 i get all iced out
i wondered why there was a draft in the room
or is it ya ghost after i kocked ma weapon
BOOM !

Hey yo Mic.... shush....
before you get your shit Pushed
I got stacks of macs
with 100 niggas ready to attack
Im a Real Gangsta
wage War Like a President
Move into your Hood like im a resident
Take over your Block
No need to pack up
dont need cloths where your going
LoL and i aint talking about Death.
Got your whole Family Working for me.
Yea nigga,..... sift that coke
But dont let me catch you snort
picture Montana's grib
That aint nothing i got a Fort
Many Niggas look out 4 me.
Many.
when you give luv ... you get luv.
Im a modest woman....
Im not flashy but i Like riding on dubs
keep for protection a small Snub
Pop off if i have to
but i choose rubber shots to use
Ill give you a Second Chance
Like the Name of the Teflon On my Chest
Maybe youll understand i have power in my Hand
Damn everyone wants to Be A GaNGsta Man
dont Try if you cant Handle it
You gotta have alot of balls
More than your high school writings on the walls.
Im not average they dont make em like me
I come one in a Million
That shit goes for Woman 2
so dont try to Inpregnate yourselves
I throw away the used Rubber
Sneeky a-ss Bi-tchs
Im a money spokeswoman
A green Saleswoman
and a strong palestinian
No one can test me
this is a Battle of intellects
yall are like pest better yet Insects
Ill bring out the machine Gun to Iradicate you Pests
Dont try to shoot at Us were all wearing Vests
LoL your Lead is Pathetic
Go back to the hills and to your Incest
i Pump Blood of a Warrior
Im a Part of something Big
Off the Scale type sh-it
neva f-uck with below a 20 round clip
Its for Safety Dawg
My Niggas will surround you like a midnight Fog
No clownin with us
Military minded women
Put tens of thousands Together Just to think like me
The only way to get money is through Green.
Sh-its Changing Yall
Get with the Times
Get with the rymes
Or You can eat my Puss---ey
And get off mines
Many Minds Blown Night after Night
Thinking of the Heated Fights
And a Nigga Like you Coming to battle me?
Are you stupid?
Im gonna spit in ARaBic
Got these Niggas aMazed as my Tongue Fliks
Many lanuages used to dis these Tricks
Give me a Nigga who Knows 3 Languages
and is Able 2 Spit!
Ill treat you like whats on top on a honeypot
Picture the Word???
LoL Wouldnt it be Crazy to hear me spit?
My words coming to Life
Like Dawn Of the Dead
Niggas fear me , they dont wanna feel my Lead
Instead
Ill Put them to bed slowly
This War is strickly Holy
Jihad on these Foolz
Lol Scary sh-it to Hear
I got to many Niggas 2 Fear
Money is always Near
So stear out of our direction
before you get a lead Insemination
I think the your Flow is Just Constipation
And F-uck the Federal Bureau oF Investigation
Yea 50scent
If you reading
Can you picture my Cent
I hate yall B-itchs
If i ever Catch you,ill make sure you get more than
Stiches
Ill be the strongest Nigga In the Planet
Money Gangsta shit we Ran It.

50scent imma slash back with a gash
giv u a thrash
my religeon is kill
wen u see me u get a thrill
the hipnotics of my rhymes
shiver u all the way up ur spine
step by step i unleash my more
imma sinner with a killin instinct
gangsta 2 the core
im givin more
timing is all
wen u hear my flow
its all good 2 go
money is my name
the feeling ov my changer sends u insane
i kane
wen u get hit my my roar
imma nigga fullstop
me and my krew are thugs galore
u wont more?
coz im spitting like theres no more
the game is wot i live for
live it or die
ill deal u wiv my deadliest supply
i wont deny you of stepping up
but once this round ova
u be begging 2 give up

I do know that there are many topics on this, however, reading through all of them is a painstaking process so I decided to create my own topic.

Why do people believe in God without existence of evidence? if you say the bible is evidence on the existence of God, then I say google is the evidence of existence of the Flying spaghetti monster. If there is no evidence, then we do not claim that God exists and we also do not claim that God does not exist. Just like a suspect, the police will suspect a person of a murder, but will never claim the suspect of a murder or crime untill there is striking evidence!

So why do you believe in God?