Nothing

[Fruitacious B]

just don't quit your day job.

[Jesus Chrystler]

vader, you want some lessons?
I'll be your educator
you follow a pattern too tight
you need a liberator
your rhymes are close, but not quite
now that's an indicator
that you hold your dick to tight
you need to penetrate her
if she doesn't give it up without a fight
forget it, try again later
if you lick her pussy just right
she'll throw away her vibrator

Orgazmo, it looks like you should trade your car for one with more headroom
you're a hero in your own mind at the computer in your bedroom
the shit you spit is so deep and toxic it could spell doom...
it'll have to be cleaned up with a fuckin lead broom
Somebody battle this motherfucker, his ego needs fed soon

but I've got to admit, you've laced your rhymes tight
you've pushed me to come up with new ways to write
if this shit keeps improving, who knows... we might
come up with a new verse to Rapper's Delight
*I said hip-hop, the hippy the hippy dippy hip hip hop you don't stop*
ahhh, who am I kidding, none of us are that good
I'm straight outta warsaw, not straight out the hood
I don't know what I'm doing,I can barely fucking write
the only thing goin for me in the rap game is the fact that I'm white

[malibu]

The fruitacious boy tells me not to quit my day job
I wouldn't do a thing like that and turn into a slob
C'mon gimme a break Vader, whatchu talkin bout
I never said nothing to be hatin' don't pout
Stick that lip in 'fore a bird lands on it
That's what rhymin's about, people love to talk shit
That's no reason to pout or throw a fit
You just need to realize who you're messin with
Orgazmo's rhymes are tight as hell
Jesus Chrystler's rhymes are pimp as well
Then ninjaface totally blows me away
As well as UB i could listen to these rhymers all day
It's straight rhymin heaven up in this thread
Be careful or your rhymes might end up dead
Just watch your back or you might get attacked
No guns or knives, just rhymes that talk smack
I know I'd never make it! A white rhymin girl?!
That's 2 strikes against me what a pain-in-the-ass world
Shit I don't care if my rhymes flow or not
It's fun to rhyme and that's pretty damn hot
So now what ya think whatchu wanna say
I'm listenin, all ears, i'll be here all day

[vader521]

What Happened To This Rap Game?
Its Just Not The Same
I'm Trying To Make My Name In This Game
But Everyone's So Quiet
Come On Now Lets Start This Riot!
Stop All The Crap And Make This Shit Snap
Come on now, Ugly hit it and rap
I Know ninja Can Make It Big
So Comon Man Start This Gig!

[silver and cold]

haha good u guys good

[Orgazmo]

You come into this game with a name like Jesus
Throwin' ya shit 'round like its gonna Freeze us
Bashin' on da masta, attemptin' to Please us
You betta not Seize up
Cuz I'll fuckin Squeeze ya

What the fuck ya lookin' for? Tryin' to get props?
Only thing ya get from me is some fuckin' glock shots
Knowin' I'm gunnin' for ya, stomach tied in knots
Between yo fuckin' eyes, my laser sight's dot

In closing, little bitch, you won't get my praise
Cuz you fail to amaze with yo feeble ass blaze

Take my advice and wipe your poor tears
Then turn yo'self around and get yo ass outta here

[silver and cold]

haha smooth...i like it Orgazmo!!!very good!very good!

[Jesus Chrystler]

Orgazmo, what happened? your first shot was good
I expected more from you, I thought that you would
come up with something creative and make some sort of sense
threaten me with a gun again, bitch, and I'll make you past tense
you see, J.C. always hits the ground runnin
you'll hide out away from me, till you think that I'm done then
you come out of hiding to find I smoked your cousin
you're best to move away to moscow or dublin
cause like a porn actress, you never know when I'm really comin

it's obvious you're outclassed, I can almost imagine how that felt
but you still can't fuck with my style... like it's wearin a chastity belt
I realize you're using what little you have, the cards you were dealt
but stay the fuck away from me, or your vanilla ice rhymes might melt

you're just a decoy, sent to annoy
you're not foolin me, I see through your ploy
I'm gonna tell your secret to all of the hoi polloi
you're not Orgazmo, you're fuckin Choda Boy

so stay the fuck back, get off of my sack
you couldn't fuck with my shit if you were a fecalpheliac

[Orgazmo]

Jesus fuckin' Chrystler, tryin' to live up to your name
Fuckin' with the beast that you can't seem to tame
Lyin' cuz the beast keeps disprovin' your claims
Cyrin' cuz the beast still showin' that you're lame

You gotta learn dawg, your rhymes can't just exist
You gotta put more into it to dethrone this lyricist
Let's cut the shit and face it, you just don't have the stuff
What it takes to win this battle, you just don't have enough

Callin' me Choda Boy? Hell naw man, you're slippin'
Who's dick you been smokin' on that's got you trippin?
Should be callin' me the Grinch, cuz you'll never touch my shit
Not with a 39 and a half foot pole
Not with your 2 and a half inch dick

You call yourself a mobster, what do you guys do for fun?
Circle up and take turns pokin' each other with the tommy gun?
Better clean that shit 'fore you go out robbin' the next day
Wouldn't want the bank teller knowin' that you're gay
But what the fuck message do you think it conveys
When you skip The Sopranos to watch Will & Grace

It's gonna take a miracle, and you're runnin' outta time
So you better start prayin' now if you hope to reply to this rhyme

[malibu]

I like the way this battle's gettin hot
You guys are worthy and I am not
I'll bow down to the rhyming kings
And you can keep battling about rhyming things
JC and Orgazmo, there rhymes make me freeze
There so fuckin amazing I get weak in the knees
So keep this shit going please oh please
Don't quit, not yet, take it up a few degrees
The others amaze me, but not like these two
I could listen to these rhymes til the sky wasn't blue
I try to rhyme, but I can't even compete
I won't try to battle or I'll taste defeat
I'll just keep on rhymin, just to waste time
Shit I don't even care if you say I can't rhyme
It's fun to me and that's all I'm about
So now with a final line, I'm out

[ June 21, 2003, 02:58 AM: Message edited by: malibu ]

[silver and cold]

good job malibu!proud of ya

[Jesus Chrystler]

yeah, I'm back... this is the Don J.C.
run my family like a business, it's the only way to be
expect a fish in the mail if your friends fuck with me
stick with your own, but nothing comes for free
don't forget to send a cut to the mafioso family

I don't have a tommy gun, but I'll send you out to slaughter
when Don Chrystler gives the order, they'll find you floatin in the water
I've got no qualms with blastin fools, stealin jewels, breakin rules,drinkin booze
hell, I'll light the fuse, make the news, kill some jews
I've been accused but but left the bitch with a fist shaped bruise
now I'll make you's an offer that you can't refuse
don't confuse, you can get in my Caddie if you wanna cruise
but fuck around with me and you're bound to lose
you'll end up with brand new pair of cement shoes

I've never bought dogfood but my rots stay fed
feastin on men with extra holes in their head
cause three can keep a secret if two are dead
you know your time is close if you find a piece of horse in your bed

you talked about your glock? well, aren't you a mighty mouse
till I break into your house, kill your mom and her spouse
you'll end up on your knees with my .45 in your mouth
beggin for forgiveness, but this Jesus shows no mercy
I'll leave you deader than Florence Griffith Joyner faster than Jackie Joyner Kersee

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am I going to far with this affiliation thing?
I thought I'd stick with the style that you tried to bring
if you don't post here again, it's o.k. this had to have hurt
I'll see you in a couple years when you're sportin a Jesus Chrystler shirt

[Orgazmo]

What a treat, another installment of the rhyme wars
But were you crashing my ego? Or trying to build up yours?
Keep tellin' yourself you're a hardass, maybe someday it'll come true
Or maybe you'll wake your ass up and get a fuckin' clue
Bring your ass, bitch, and the whole family backin' you
Step foot on this Pirate's ship and I'm jumpin' you like a kangaroo
Make all the threats you want, they'll end up unfulfilled
The only result that you'll see is your bitch ass killed
My sword in your back, your feet walkin' the plank
You're a tommy gun, bitch, I'm a motha fuckin' tank

I only take the booty that's considered a treasure
Whether it be from the sea for my bank, or from your mom for my pleasure
Sackin' villages at a time, takin' all the valuables I can get
All the shit's mine, no "mafioso family" forces me to split
Spend my days fuckin' bitches, my nights sippin' on beer
It's the life of a king, it's the life of a buccaneer

[Fruitacious B]

Just keep floatin in the water you got no where to go
the mobsters are coming out with nothing left to show
but a few good rhymes from a ruthless leader,
leaving you behind you pegleg beater
polly wanna cracker, that's you bustin rhymes,
jesus smoked you bad, multiple times
walkin' on your affiliations
passing out rhymes from several different nations,
now i know im new to this rhyming game
but everything you pirates say just seems the same
so im putting in my sense as mobsters do
i bet you'll think diferently wearing concrete shoes
and then when they find you it's headline news
oh my god, what a pirate, at the bottom of the lake
looks like thats one foe he just couldn't shake,
old fools gold, and shitty rum
never have liked it, and i never want some
captain morgan's cool, but not quite enough
italian wine, now that's the stuff
so until you fix your splintered peg,
you better think before we make you beg,
a mobster life will make you think
about your life and what you drink.
we pimp out, and rock the dank
pirates suck ass and will walk their plank.

[Ugly Bastard]

Fruit, you fruity motherfucker
Ya Dad dropped his pants, said "suck'er"
Ya did it, like a queer-ass trucker
Enjoyed it, like ya 10 cent hooka
Gangsta wit a gun? Try'n stop this ship
Gonna run over ya ass like a horse on da whip
Learn your role, don't give me lip,
I'll cut em off, knife won't slip.
Quit suckin Jesus' cock, he don't like ya
Jesus don't like all his children, he gonna fight'chya
Fight'chya till ya stop tryin ta fit in
You ain't 'dem
Never will be, friend.
Here's a gun, shoot yourself
There's a doc, get some help
Take out some ribs, put em on da shelf
Mouthless cock? Suck it ya'self
Ya'int got what it takes to fuck with me
I'm the king of "gangsta tragedies"
Ya Dad's balls, suck em please
Kickin ya ass, quite the breeze.

-Ugly Bastard

[ June 27, 2003, 04:21 PM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]

[Saint DH]

After reading all this shit, my dick went limp
we all know who's the real gangsta pimp
it's Dirty Harry, with a 16 inch cock
ready to fuck, like a whore fiending for rock
so tell your bitch to jump on my dick
and if she makes it itch
she'll get slapped real quick
so you boys better get straight
and step to the plate
before your girl sends you home to masturbate
while I'm fuckin your sister,
who just bagan to ovulate
better pull out...too late
now I'm fucked, like an enemy of the state
I know what to do
so I called up my crew
we fucked that bitch up like a filthy jew
now you're an only child
but not for long, your mother sure is wild

[ June 28, 2003, 12:52 PM: Message edited by: Dirty Harry ]

[Fruitacious B]

*laughing immensely* funny stuff kids

[Alpha]

Now you know I gotta get in on this shit
Make pirates turn tail, and run back to the ship
Make Gaz and UB fuckin' freak out and flip
Over a punk rock kid that's ass you'll never whip

Because when it comes to the game of hip hoppin'
you can't hold your own with the mob there's no stoppin'
The lyrics we spew from the mouths that just keep poppin'
we always keep it rockin' and keep the shit talkin'

All you're bringing to the table is fuckin' Scurvy
We got glocks that will make you flee in a hurry
Shave the beard bitch to hide you once were so furry
Cause if we catch you your ass it'll go down in a flurry

Add a reply bitch, but preview it first
Out of all of the mobsters, I'm the second worst
Open your mouth again you're asking to be cursed
You'll read the rhymes replied and just simply burst

Can you understand no one represents like we do see?
Just look at the rhymes from the almighty JC
And you might want to impale yourself tonight on a tree
Cause you're even worse that my friend Fruitatious B

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[ June 30, 2003, 01:09 AM: Message edited by: Alpha ]

[Saint DH]

Hold up hold up...Somebody call the police!
This fucker just molested his poor little neice!
Will yall stop rhymin so this bullshit will cease?
I'ma make each and everyone of you motherfuckers rest in peace
I'll send 2 to your chest, and lay your ass down to rest
When yah see me around you better put on yah vest
I'm simply the best, not one you should try to test

I hear yah talkin about mobster and pirate
Fuck with tha outlaws, you'd better not try it
We'll kill yah for lookin at us funny
and rob yah courpse of all it's money
Your girl'll be like, "oh my god hunny!"
And we'll kill that bitch too
just cuz it's funny
rape tha bitch like a jew
and taint her honey
Don't fuck with this crew
we'll take your money
So while yah mobsters are off suckin your don off
Us outlaws will be out gettin your mom off

[ June 30, 2003, 12:24 PM: Message edited by: Dirty Harry ]

[victim]

Look, y'allz my bitches, don't you fuckin forget
cuz if you think this shit is tight, you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll come to your house in the darkness of night
and turn yo' nursery rhyming into a real ninja fight
now... pirates, I know you's bitches all happy to see me
Cuz I know that ain't ya sword, it's just way too teeny
but I guess you gotta make room in your pocket
for yo hand, sucka, the only thing ever gonna touch your little rocket
unless you count my sword, and by touch you mean slice
and feed it to the dogs, they'll think it's nice
them bitches are hungry, like your muthas vaginas
which I'll fill with big ninja cock right up inside 'um
but enough of you pirates, you sea-faring fags
and don't worry bout yo mothas, I won't be porkin those nasty hags

you mobsters think that your rhymes are all that
but I've heard better from kiddies saying "a cat on a mat"
you fucking I-talians think you have something great
shooting each other more frequent than yo' bitches menstrate
listen you greaseballs, you hairy-ass fucks
why don't you save us the trouble, and yourself a few bucks
bust out yo nine and pop yourself in the head
it only takes one bullet, and tada! your dead
no need for "da family" and all that bullshit
there'll be one less hitman out trying to hit
and while you're down there rotting in hell
your momma will be cookin for me, might as well
if you think she's good in the kitchen, you should see her in bed
but all you've ever done is given yo daddy head
forget about you mobsters, it's time to say ciao
it's smackdown time for those outlaws now

you western fuckrags think you da shit
but you're bout as useless as an 90 year old clit
i'll tell you the real story of how the west was won
it wasn't by your pansy ass, gun-slingin fun
back in the day, us ninjas lived out in the west
we partied every night, it was really the best
til you fucking hillbillies rode up in yo wagons
and decided to make the west the place for your faggin
since we didn't want anything to do with yo sodomy
we left you buttfuckas to live in autonomy
we decided to move to somewhere much better
without fuckin cacti, somewhere a little bit wetter
we took our rockin party out to the east side
and waited for your culture to commit suicide
but not Seppuku, cuz you ain't that coo
you just a leather-clad ass riding foo
get the fuck out of Dodge, cuz we're taking it back
we're bringing you down on yo knees with a swift ninja attack

I've had enough of all you stupid bitches; yo making me tired
getting down to your level is like chewing on a steak with my jaw wired
I'm off to other, better things to make the time pass
til you need remindin' on how us ninjas kick ass

[malibu]

These ninjas is creeping, we got rappin stealth,
Don't talk shit to us or we'll harm your health,
We'll whip out some numb chucks and smack your ass up,
You'll be nothing but a damn defenseless dumb pup,
We'll sneak up on you like the invisible man,
Cause ninjas can creep like nobody can,
We'll be on you faster than fat kids on food,
Shit if you think I'm messin just watch yo back dude,
The outlaws, the pirates, the mobsters, bitch please,
Can't nobody fuck with ninjas like these,
We're too damn sly for that shit that they got,
The ninjas got skills that are hella-mad hot,
A bullet come flying we jump out the way,
You can go ahead and shoot away,
We'll jump like the Matrix and boggle your mind,
Don't fuck with me or I'll choke you from behind,
I'll come up behind you and put a rope round your neck
It'll be so fast you'll be like "hit the deck!"
You'll think you about to get hit my a bomb,
But really it's just your big fat ass mom,
When she hits the ground everyone thinks it's quakin,
But it's only her big fat ass shakin,
I think I hear thunder oh wait i was wrong,
Oh shit what's that a elephant in a thong,
Oh my bad that your fat ass dad...
He got a fetish and it's pretty sad,
He likes to be pretty and wear a g-string,
But hey must run in the family cause it's also your thing,
Bitch, if you ain't a ninja you don't mean shit,
Cause we kick ass, and that's basically it,
Fire a hitman and hunt me down,
I don't really care come and try me clown,
Just think about it for you do something dumb,
Or you'll end up in a corner suckin your thumb,
You'll piss your pants cause you be so scared
We'll make it so your life'll be impared,
Go fuck yourself and your momma too,
Cause I can't rhyme no more my face is turning blue.

[Orgazmo]

Outlaws, outlaws...what can I say?
Stealin' & Lootin', it's quite a display
You are to the land what pirates are to the sea
We've got a lot in common, you've gotta agree
You stay on your turf and I'll stay on mine
What an affiliation should be...that's for us to define

Next is the mobsters, too pussy to stand alone
Knowin' that goin' solo will leave you accident prone
Watchin' your back for the skull and cross-bones
But I'm wastin' my time, all this shit's already known

Let's talk about the ninjas, from the far east
Runnin' their mouths like they wanna be deceased
Dressin' up in all black like it's some kind of fetish
Or maybe it's to hide just how much they sweat us
What the fuck kind of group abides by a moral code?
Probably the kind that's about to have their heart-rate slowed
The kind that runs as I begin to musket reload
The kind that sprung from a load that just shoulda been swallowed
Honestly, what kind of pussies attack in the dead of the night?
The kind that can't handle an opponent that has any sight?
You can take your moral code and continue to be polite
All the while my pirate cock feels your mother's soft bite
So bring your stars & swords, any weaponry that you wish
I'll mimic the mob; send you off the plank to sleep with the fish

[ July 04, 2003, 12:40 AM: Message edited by: Orgazmo ]

[Saint DH]

One day I was walkin down the street
I saw a mobster, beatin another's meat
They saw me commin and both jumped on their feet
A high plains drifter, packin nothin but heat
Lookin for a fight, I walked up and said,
"Your mother is tight, and gives real good head."
Assuming that shit would fly
I grabbed my revolver and said goodbye
Both of them knowing it was time to die
They pleaded with me, tearing in their eye
I spared their lives, knowing nothing of chivalry
As I sold them both into slavary

Pussy bitches know not to front
I'll fuck your bitch and then smoke a blunt
Here's my dick, and here's your mother
Didn't I see that bitch on the Playboy cover?
Undercovers, is how I work
In the allies, is where I lurk
Your lyrics are a joke, and you're the clown
Don't fuck around when Dirty Harry's in town

[silver and cold]

damn dirty harry!

[Jesus Chrystler]

hold on, I need to roll up my pants, shit's gettin deep in here
it's quite obvious your over-defensiveness compensates your fear
now victim's rhyme was original, but, Mal n Gaz, what's up with your last ones here?
you bit his whole style, did you think you could say it clearer?
How does it feel to see so much pussy... everytime you look in the mirror

I'll smile all the while still awaiting your punchline
your rap's as whack as that black bitch's on 8 mile in the lunchline
a style finer than mine you won't find
you're too predictable... Gaz, your dog could see your next line comin... and he's blind

it's clear that I'm not gonna fall to none of yalls
you're all too busy with your surroundings, staring at the walls
and Malibu, I'm sick of it, I'm not gonna return your calls
just come over tomorrow, I might let you shampoo my balls

I really like how this shit is working out
instead of two guys battlin, everybody gets a shout
but talkin about where you CHOSE to be affiliated at
don't you see that that's about as cool as a shit that's freshly shat
I picked mobster, she's a ninja, you're a pirate?! so!
I didn't have this fuckin label a scant few weeks ago
is it fun for you to pretend to be something you're not
talkin about all the shit you don't got
this battle thing got shitty real fast
how about, just in here, we're all affiliated 'Arrogant Smart Ass'

[ July 10, 2003, 03:09 AM: Message edited by: Jesus Chrystler ]