Hahaha
That's ace D-Mac. Even from a rap superstar like myself.
D-Mac wins hands down. No contest.
That's ace D-Mac. Even from a rap superstar like myself.
D-Mac wins hands down. No contest.
Rap-off or whatever its called
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yah rog, d mac wins hands down ...
Ahhhhh . . . so this is what they meant.
What a gem of a thread.
*pulls trousers round his knees and OGs on chains*
You wanna battle me? You must be crazy!!
Cos most of your rhymes are just fucking lazy
Your style is droll, dull and derivative
You can't come close to something so innovative
I'm lyrically versatile, check the vocabulary
You're more like "get the grammar constabulary!"
It's a fit up, you're going down for a stretch
You'll come out an institutionalised wretch
Broken hearted, broken spirit, broken mind
Stumbling out like the blind leading the blind
I'll take mercy and let you breathe for a while
Before I resume telling you about my style
You could call it 'The Art of Fighting Widout Fighting'
And like a one-inch-punch it's kinda strange and exciting
It leaves you breathless, curled up on the floor
Whispering softly "Please Sir, no more!"
So don't think of a comeback, I'll leave you in tears
I'm dropping bombs while you're just chucking spears
That are blunted, and before you get silly
I'm talking harmless, not wrapped in a Philly
Your style is old, it's anachronistic
So I'll do something that is quite atavistic
I'm talking pity - I'm gonna spare you for now
But next time you'll get slayed like the sacred cow
And I'm out
What a gem of a thread.
*pulls trousers round his knees and OGs on chains*
You wanna battle me? You must be crazy!!
Cos most of your rhymes are just fucking lazy
Your style is droll, dull and derivative
You can't come close to something so innovative
I'm lyrically versatile, check the vocabulary
You're more like "get the grammar constabulary!"
It's a fit up, you're going down for a stretch
You'll come out an institutionalised wretch
Broken hearted, broken spirit, broken mind
Stumbling out like the blind leading the blind
I'll take mercy and let you breathe for a while
Before I resume telling you about my style
You could call it 'The Art of Fighting Widout Fighting'
And like a one-inch-punch it's kinda strange and exciting
It leaves you breathless, curled up on the floor
Whispering softly "Please Sir, no more!"
So don't think of a comeback, I'll leave you in tears
I'm dropping bombs while you're just chucking spears
That are blunted, and before you get silly
I'm talking harmless, not wrapped in a Philly
Your style is old, it's anachronistic
So I'll do something that is quite atavistic
I'm talking pity - I'm gonna spare you for now
But next time you'll get slayed like the sacred cow
And I'm out
SR you nicked it off Jin, the world's best battle champ and did some modifications.
Either from Jin or some dude...cos that rap sounds so familiar yo.
And incidentally, Jin's a chinksta.
Either from Jin or some dude...cos that rap sounds so familiar yo.
And incidentally, Jin's a chinksta.
[quote author=doctor_mac link=topic=20140.msg603813#msg603813 date=1214403995]
Barc-lay!!
I haven't had time
Or inclination
to deal with your rhyme;
Barc-lay
Your rap is so bad
It's smelling up the joint
Like your pissy old grandad.
Barc-lay!!!
I've been traveling 'n workin'
I'm an international rap Lord
Not some internet nerd shirkin'
His work responsibility,
Not on the dole like you
In the cheap wine queue
Smelling like you do
You stink like doggy do-do.
I think you're a sad man 'Clay
I know ya check this thread every day
Hoping that some Juliet will say
"Ohhh I love you Barclay"
"Youuu is truly best"
"So cool- do you wear
An eminem vest?"
You are now divest-ed
Here and now creep,
Thrown out of the thread
Into the writhing heap
Of other contenders,
For my rap crown
A million pretenders
Who all went down.
[/quote]
You see,boy and girls.....get a Phd in English Literature and you kin dew dis 2.
Word.
Barc-lay!!
I haven't had time
Or inclination
to deal with your rhyme;
Barc-lay
Your rap is so bad
It's smelling up the joint
Like your pissy old grandad.
Barc-lay!!!
I've been traveling 'n workin'
I'm an international rap Lord
Not some internet nerd shirkin'
His work responsibility,
Not on the dole like you
In the cheap wine queue
Smelling like you do
You stink like doggy do-do.
I think you're a sad man 'Clay
I know ya check this thread every day
Hoping that some Juliet will say
"Ohhh I love you Barclay"
"Youuu is truly best"
"So cool- do you wear
An eminem vest?"
You are now divest-ed
Here and now creep,
Thrown out of the thread
Into the writhing heap
Of other contenders,
For my rap crown
A million pretenders
Who all went down.
[/quote]
You see,boy and girls.....get a Phd in English Literature and you kin dew dis 2.
Word.
[quote author=Roger REDerer link=topic=20140.msg608827#msg608827 date=1215066803]
SR you nicked it off Jin, the world's best battle champ and did some modifications.
Either from Jin or some dude...cos that rap sounds so familiar yo.
And incidentally, Jin's a chinksta.
[/quote]
Oh dear. And you were doing so well.
SR you nicked it off Jin, the world's best battle champ and did some modifications.
Either from Jin or some dude...cos that rap sounds so familiar yo.
And incidentally, Jin's a chinksta.
[/quote]
Oh dear. And you were doing so well.
Honestly I swear I've heard that dissdown before.
The flow's the same, maybe some modifications with the lyrics thrown in.
And go check out Jin. World Battle Champ and he's chinese. He's awesome.
The flow's the same, maybe some modifications with the lyrics thrown in.
And go check out Jin. World Battle Champ and he's chinese. He's awesome.
Did. I. Fuck.
So, you don't think it's me? Well then check it
I'll take the mic up again and watch me wreck it
Like the arsehole, of the girl next door
Going prolapse, like you've never seen before
I'm original, I've got a unique flavour
While all you fools are cheesy like a Quaver
Don't question me, respect my authority*
When I step in the room you better lower your eye
Don't come frontin, I'll knock you flat on your arse
Even Jaimie K will say I am World Class
I'm a Master, just like the Dalai Lama
My lyrics are infused with a little bit of drama
And excitement, they lift you outta your seat
The audience knows that you just can't compete
So sit down again, before I bring humiliation
And feel privileged with the affiliation
Of even posting in the same thread as me
But don't think that can bring you complicity
I'm a lone wolf, I look out for number one
And that's all that is left after I am done
Which is now . . .
*said in a Cartman style
Don't fuck, bitches
So, you don't think it's me? Well then check it
I'll take the mic up again and watch me wreck it
Like the arsehole, of the girl next door
Going prolapse, like you've never seen before
I'm original, I've got a unique flavour
While all you fools are cheesy like a Quaver
Don't question me, respect my authority*
When I step in the room you better lower your eye
Don't come frontin, I'll knock you flat on your arse
Even Jaimie K will say I am World Class
I'm a Master, just like the Dalai Lama
My lyrics are infused with a little bit of drama
And excitement, they lift you outta your seat
The audience knows that you just can't compete
So sit down again, before I bring humiliation
And feel privileged with the affiliation
Of even posting in the same thread as me
But don't think that can bring you complicity
I'm a lone wolf, I look out for number one
And that's all that is left after I am done
Which is now . . .
*said in a Cartman style
Don't fuck, bitches
Time for me to appear
The lady is here
I bring fire on the mic
So the rest of y'all can take a hike.
Fake rappers and writers living with such ease
Speading like a fatal disease.
I'm sick of these fake G's
So-called men acting like ladies.
Well the lady is here
To make things clear
So you better fear.
Time for the phonies to bounce
No talent among you, no not an ounce.
I'm here bringing the real
To all that needs to be healed
Tryna bring a better way
For all those near and far away
Brothers and sisters all the same
Wanting to take away some of their pain.
Instead I'm here facing you
An' your lame lil cru.
Consumed in feebleness
Caught in your trivial mess.
You ain't real
Just trying make a cheap buck for a meal.
The lady is here
So step up outta here.
Now it's clear.
I'm the only one of note
The rest of y'all are a joke!
The lady is here
I bring fire on the mic
So the rest of y'all can take a hike.
Fake rappers and writers living with such ease
Speading like a fatal disease.
I'm sick of these fake G's
So-called men acting like ladies.
Well the lady is here
To make things clear
So you better fear.
Time for the phonies to bounce
No talent among you, no not an ounce.
I'm here bringing the real
To all that needs to be healed
Tryna bring a better way
For all those near and far away
Brothers and sisters all the same
Wanting to take away some of their pain.
Instead I'm here facing you
An' your lame lil cru.
Consumed in feebleness
Caught in your trivial mess.
You ain't real
Just trying make a cheap buck for a meal.
The lady is here
So step up outta here.
Now it's clear.
I'm the only one of note
The rest of y'all are a joke!
Nice Neets, but I think you need to take the cardigan off before you'll ever convince as a rapper.
You're trying to be...
but all I'm getting is...
You're trying to be...
but all I'm getting is...
that's cruel .. she tried hard but she's a good girl, it would be like uuuh Dolly Parton rapping ...
i give her a 7/10 for effort
i give her a 7/10 for effort
Its a middle-aged woman playing the accordion.
Like driving or telling jokes, women shouldn't rap.
Yo-Yo.
Yo-Yo.
Doc Mac, please stop with your “whicity whackâ€
Sit down old man, don’t have a heart attack,
You like to write rhymes that are street and ghetto,
You’re a fake like Pinocchio, I’m Geppetto
So no more lies, or we’ll see your nose grow,
Sit back relax and enjoy the ILD show,
I don’t pity you fool, cause I aint Mr T,
You don’t float like butterfly or sting like bee
I’m like Ali in his prime, rumble in the jungle is on,
You’ll go down like Joe Frazier the more this battle goes on,
Barclay your rhymes are weak, you rap with no force
If I was your rap partner I’d file for divorce
You remind me of the Fresh prince, so where is Jazzy Jeff,
Bet you need a time out, but you can’t find the ref
No one to save you from this rap phe-nom-enon
Who’s raps are feared just like ar-ma-ged-don
This battle is nearly over, just come into the light,
You shouldn’t have brought a knife to this players gun fight
I make it look easy just like Jam Master Jay,
Do what Aerosmith said and walk this way,
Get up off ‘a my throne, and hand me my crown,
Ctrl Alt Delete, it’s time to shut down,
Sit down old man, don’t have a heart attack,
You like to write rhymes that are street and ghetto,
You’re a fake like Pinocchio, I’m Geppetto
So no more lies, or we’ll see your nose grow,
Sit back relax and enjoy the ILD show,
I don’t pity you fool, cause I aint Mr T,
You don’t float like butterfly or sting like bee
I’m like Ali in his prime, rumble in the jungle is on,
You’ll go down like Joe Frazier the more this battle goes on,
Barclay your rhymes are weak, you rap with no force
If I was your rap partner I’d file for divorce
You remind me of the Fresh prince, so where is Jazzy Jeff,
Bet you need a time out, but you can’t find the ref
No one to save you from this rap phe-nom-enon
Who’s raps are feared just like ar-ma-ged-don
This battle is nearly over, just come into the light,
You shouldn’t have brought a knife to this players gun fight
I make it look easy just like Jam Master Jay,
Do what Aerosmith said and walk this way,
Get up off ‘a my throne, and hand me my crown,
Ctrl Alt Delete, it’s time to shut down,
Alright, I'm back - so you better fetch the hearse an' all
Cos I'm about to get a little bit personal
Not with Barclay, cos he's a muthafuckin chump
I'd rather spend my time tryin to take a dump
One look from me will make his legs go wibbly
You know his real life name is actually Dwayne Dibly
So I'll spare him, cos it would be unfair
That haircut alone is his cross to bear
I'll move on, to that big silly billy Mac
He's gonna get fucked like a damn necrophiliac
Does a corpse, dragged out of a grave
And like a dominatrix I will make him my slave
Sit down byach, and open your mouth up wide
I've got a little something I'm gonna slip inside
You won't like it, but I don't give a fuck
You'll do what I tell you, and so I say "Bitch, suck!"
Don't want no biting, don't wanna feel no teeth
All I want from you is some light relief
That's enough, your skills are falling quite short
Just like your rapping skills that's why you can't retort
So I'm done with you now, I'll discard you like a cumsock
And move onto ILD who's just too easy to knock
He's so backward, he's never left his hometown
And if he tries to step to this you know he's going down
I don't even know, if I should waste my time
Taking him apart with a destructive rhyme
It's too easy, like shooting fish in a barrel
Just cos he is Irish thinks he is Colin Farrell
More like Spyro, or Nikeser at best
His limited skills cannot even test
My ability, so I'll leave another victim
Tending his wounds, after I just kicked him
Into next week, I'll see you later you bender
But coming up next is a new pretender
She's a girl, and she's a bit of a prude
She can't fucking rap cos it is too rude
She's so mild, it offends her sensibilities
And that puts a limit on her rap abilities
So quit now Neets, before I bring the big guns
You're better off chilling with the Priest and the nuns
They're your level, you can talk tea and biscuits
And complain about the youth who're just a bunch of misfits
It is tragic, you're 20 going on forty
Even hearing that you're probably getting all haughty
So I'll quit, I wouldn't want to offend
Or do the kind of damage that is hard to mend
Now I'm done, I'll defeated every challenger
If you think I ain't then right now I'm gonna challenge ya
I can rock any subject that you might care to mention
As long as I feel that it deserves my attention
So step to it, or fucking give me a medal
Then on your bike on my command begin to pedal
I'll bow out, the undisputed winner
The rest of you are nothing but a damn beginner
Cos I'm about to get a little bit personal
Not with Barclay, cos he's a muthafuckin chump
I'd rather spend my time tryin to take a dump
One look from me will make his legs go wibbly
You know his real life name is actually Dwayne Dibly
So I'll spare him, cos it would be unfair
That haircut alone is his cross to bear
I'll move on, to that big silly billy Mac
He's gonna get fucked like a damn necrophiliac
Does a corpse, dragged out of a grave
And like a dominatrix I will make him my slave
Sit down byach, and open your mouth up wide
I've got a little something I'm gonna slip inside
You won't like it, but I don't give a fuck
You'll do what I tell you, and so I say "Bitch, suck!"
Don't want no biting, don't wanna feel no teeth
All I want from you is some light relief
That's enough, your skills are falling quite short
Just like your rapping skills that's why you can't retort
So I'm done with you now, I'll discard you like a cumsock
And move onto ILD who's just too easy to knock
He's so backward, he's never left his hometown
And if he tries to step to this you know he's going down
I don't even know, if I should waste my time
Taking him apart with a destructive rhyme
It's too easy, like shooting fish in a barrel
Just cos he is Irish thinks he is Colin Farrell
More like Spyro, or Nikeser at best
His limited skills cannot even test
My ability, so I'll leave another victim
Tending his wounds, after I just kicked him
Into next week, I'll see you later you bender
But coming up next is a new pretender
She's a girl, and she's a bit of a prude
She can't fucking rap cos it is too rude
She's so mild, it offends her sensibilities
And that puts a limit on her rap abilities
So quit now Neets, before I bring the big guns
You're better off chilling with the Priest and the nuns
They're your level, you can talk tea and biscuits
And complain about the youth who're just a bunch of misfits
It is tragic, you're 20 going on forty
Even hearing that you're probably getting all haughty
So I'll quit, I wouldn't want to offend
Or do the kind of damage that is hard to mend
Now I'm done, I'll defeated every challenger
If you think I ain't then right now I'm gonna challenge ya
I can rock any subject that you might care to mention
As long as I feel that it deserves my attention
So step to it, or fucking give me a medal
Then on your bike on my command begin to pedal
I'll bow out, the undisputed winner
The rest of you are nothing but a damn beginner
Single, I’m calling you out
You’re getting too cocky and it’s time to put some doubt
In your mind
You know who I am
I’m thorough
Like a medical exam
You’re a sheep
And I’m a sheep herder
Now let me commence
With your lyrical murder
I’m just curious,
Why you seem so furious
When your rhymes are spurious
And potentially injurious
To your health
You should really stand down
This is Del in the house
And I’m ‘bout to go to town
On your game
Dude, your shit is lame
You need to track back from whence you came
You can’t get down with this shit
You’re rhymes don’t fit
You’re like a frenzied horse chomping at the bit
I skit
With wit
You can’t expect to maintain
My lyrical incisions are like shots to the brain
You’re autistic
While I’m artistic
You’re counting cocktail sticks
While I’m getting ballistic
On the mic
You know how I roll
The jury ain’t out
Ain’t no need to run a poll
You’re like a murky river
You’re silty
You’re drying up so I almost feel guilty
Halting your flow
With this lyrical dam
No more clogging up the forum
With your lyrical spam
It’s time
To filter out the sediment
Your flow’s so slow it’s like you’ve got a speech impediment
Check it out
You’re the stick I use
To scrape shit from my shoes
You’re a shitstick
Step to me and I’ll stick to you like pritstick
So hit reverse
And engage full lock
And don’t waste time trying to suck your own cock
I would apologize
But I don’t feel any sorriness
For these rhymes seeping out of every orifice
Recall this lesson
To improve your elocution
Cos here ends
Your verbal execution
Yeeeeeeaa
You’re getting too cocky and it’s time to put some doubt
In your mind
You know who I am
I’m thorough
Like a medical exam
You’re a sheep
And I’m a sheep herder
Now let me commence
With your lyrical murder
I’m just curious,
Why you seem so furious
When your rhymes are spurious
And potentially injurious
To your health
You should really stand down
This is Del in the house
And I’m ‘bout to go to town
On your game
Dude, your shit is lame
You need to track back from whence you came
You can’t get down with this shit
You’re rhymes don’t fit
You’re like a frenzied horse chomping at the bit
I skit
With wit
You can’t expect to maintain
My lyrical incisions are like shots to the brain
You’re autistic
While I’m artistic
You’re counting cocktail sticks
While I’m getting ballistic
On the mic
You know how I roll
The jury ain’t out
Ain’t no need to run a poll
You’re like a murky river
You’re silty
You’re drying up so I almost feel guilty
Halting your flow
With this lyrical dam
No more clogging up the forum
With your lyrical spam
It’s time
To filter out the sediment
Your flow’s so slow it’s like you’ve got a speech impediment
Check it out
You’re the stick I use
To scrape shit from my shoes
You’re a shitstick
Step to me and I’ll stick to you like pritstick
So hit reverse
And engage full lock
And don’t waste time trying to suck your own cock
I would apologize
But I don’t feel any sorriness
For these rhymes seeping out of every orifice
Recall this lesson
To improve your elocution
Cos here ends
Your verbal execution
Yeeeeeeaa
All you fakes, its time for the real to appear,
With a few of my lines you’ll be the first to disappear,
Rapping is not a hobby its my career,
So you should stick to what you do, before the results get severe.
All you’s on SCM think you’re the real thing,
I speak the truth just like martin Luther king
My lyrics are tastier then kfc’s chicken wing,
And I got all the stuff including the bling,
Lemme start with the phoney doctor mac,
Its obvious that rapping is a skill you clearly lack
Im just using you as a divisionary attack,
Coz the first thing youll get with my lines is an asthma attack
No matter what you write there will never be a come back
So I suggest do a u-turn and turn back,
Now who’s this guy Barclays bro,
Your lines are like liverpools very own crow
Im sure that you’ve been told and you know,
Your rhymes are like one of them old boring talk shows
And there much more drier then bread dough
Singlerider, you sound like a clown
one lyric of mine and that smile will be a frown
you need to go to the gym and slim down
coz im like a government and your like a small town,
after this im sure you need to take a lye down
coz my lines will make you go roun and roun
anyone else I may have forgotten,
all you words sound rotten
boring like dot cotton,
So everyone one of you, pick up your stuff and head for the exit door,
Before I go into a zone which I call hardcore
When im spitting I have privilege of the floor
My lines go straight to the core,
Im sure none of yous wanna rap any more
So like a little kid ive just taken all of yous to the candy store
With a few of my lines you’ll be the first to disappear,
Rapping is not a hobby its my career,
So you should stick to what you do, before the results get severe.
All you’s on SCM think you’re the real thing,
I speak the truth just like martin Luther king
My lyrics are tastier then kfc’s chicken wing,
And I got all the stuff including the bling,
Lemme start with the phoney doctor mac,
Its obvious that rapping is a skill you clearly lack
Im just using you as a divisionary attack,
Coz the first thing youll get with my lines is an asthma attack
No matter what you write there will never be a come back
So I suggest do a u-turn and turn back,
Now who’s this guy Barclays bro,
Your lines are like liverpools very own crow
Im sure that you’ve been told and you know,
Your rhymes are like one of them old boring talk shows
And there much more drier then bread dough
Singlerider, you sound like a clown
one lyric of mine and that smile will be a frown
you need to go to the gym and slim down
coz im like a government and your like a small town,
after this im sure you need to take a lye down
coz my lines will make you go roun and roun
anyone else I may have forgotten,
all you words sound rotten
boring like dot cotton,
So everyone one of you, pick up your stuff and head for the exit door,
Before I go into a zone which I call hardcore
When im spitting I have privilege of the floor
My lines go straight to the core,
Im sure none of yous wanna rap any more
So like a little kid ive just taken all of yous to the candy store
Please don't use me as a "divisionary attack"
Just cos I is not black enough to rap.
You're scaring me, s'not not fair Ali
You're a frightening dream, with all that bling...
Hahahahaha- sheeeat.
Was that 'diversionary', or visionary?
What the fuck was that?
Have you an aversion-ary to using a dictionary
I'll loan you one if you lack.
If this is your career man, its time to get a new job
Your verbal dexterity is bettered by a chocolate hob-nob
Anthropomorphize your words and they're like "Mr Muscle"
My words are God, so there shouldn't be a tussle.
Go now Ali, Ali be gone
I've got bigger fish to fry
I've chomped your chicken wing
And I don't want to make you cry.
Even young Barclay would have roughed you up
And he was a fucking mangy illiterate pup.
So clear off son, before you get a slapping
Practice some with Neets, even she can beat your rapping.
Just cos I is not black enough to rap.
You're scaring me, s'not not fair Ali
You're a frightening dream, with all that bling...
Hahahahaha- sheeeat.
Was that 'diversionary', or visionary?
What the fuck was that?
Have you an aversion-ary to using a dictionary
I'll loan you one if you lack.
If this is your career man, its time to get a new job
Your verbal dexterity is bettered by a chocolate hob-nob
Anthropomorphize your words and they're like "Mr Muscle"
My words are God, so there shouldn't be a tussle.
Go now Ali, Ali be gone
I've got bigger fish to fry
I've chomped your chicken wing
And I don't want to make you cry.
Even young Barclay would have roughed you up
And he was a fucking mangy illiterate pup.
So clear off son, before you get a slapping
Practice some with Neets, even she can beat your rapping.
[quote author=doctor_mac link=topic=20140.msg613483#msg613483 date=1215530109]
Please don't use me as a "divisionary attack"
Just cos I is not black enough to rap.
You're scaring me, s'not not fair Asim
You're a frightening dream, with all that bling...
Hahahahaha- sheeeat.
Was that 'diversionary', or visionary?
What the fuck was that?
Have you an aversion-ary to using a dictionary
I'll loan you one if you lack.
If this is your career man, its time to get a new job
Your verbal dexterity is bettered by a chocolate hob-nob
Anthropomorphize your words and they're like "Mr Muscle"
My words are God, so there shouldn't be a tussle.
Go now Asim, be gone
I've got bigger fish to fry
I've chomped your chicken wing
And I don't want to make you cry.
Even young Barclay would have roughed you up
And he was a fucking mangy illiterate pup.
So clear off son, before you get a slapping
Practice some with Neets, even she can beat your rapping.
[/quote]
Why are you calling him Asim, it's Ali ya divvy
Just a quick correction from little ol' livvy.
Please don't use me as a "divisionary attack"
Just cos I is not black enough to rap.
You're scaring me, s'not not fair Asim
You're a frightening dream, with all that bling...
Hahahahaha- sheeeat.
Was that 'diversionary', or visionary?
What the fuck was that?
Have you an aversion-ary to using a dictionary
I'll loan you one if you lack.
If this is your career man, its time to get a new job
Your verbal dexterity is bettered by a chocolate hob-nob
Anthropomorphize your words and they're like "Mr Muscle"
My words are God, so there shouldn't be a tussle.
Go now Asim, be gone
I've got bigger fish to fry
I've chomped your chicken wing
And I don't want to make you cry.
Even young Barclay would have roughed you up
And he was a fucking mangy illiterate pup.
So clear off son, before you get a slapping
Practice some with Neets, even she can beat your rapping.
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Why are you calling him Asim, it's Ali ya divvy
Just a quick correction from little ol' livvy.
