Yeah this is really going down right now! The epic video rap battle between two DDO users with 3 letters in their usernames. This will be the most epeic rap battle in the history of DDO so I hope ya'll are ready for this, because things are about to get REAL son.
Accept my challenge... If you dare! We shall post video's in rounds 2-4 of this debate.
Good luck to my opponent, and let's take this battle and turn it into a philosophy!
(that didn't have to make sense, because everything I am saying sounds legit, because I am in rapper mode!)
Let's do this.
This will serve as my introduction
And also function as a luncheon
Somethin to attach to my endless gumption
While I munch on TUF little cvnts in
This fun little fisticuffs competition
And clearly, that’s Ren for the win as a given
And watch them call me a villain for grillin these children’s
Don't get serious, seriously, I'm just kiddin
just keep on over there, jillin your clit, and
As forewarning, please flex the dialect
Pull that shtt out as far as it’ll stretch
If you expect respect, and not kids just pressing next
Inspect my rhymes, read into every line and reflect
Because, bttch, I’m a thriller, a natural born killer
I’m Mafia, not the Miller, and tonight, I will deliver,
Normally, I’m liberal, but rapping Ren’s no giver
So, you better bite someone nice, because from me
You’ll get not a sliver - kid -
Because, you’re starving, but I’m hungry, and used to getting fed
So, to your chagrin, this tournament you think that you’ve led
Has drawn you into the open beartrap in my head
And as my teeth snap, let’s see how quickly you’re dead…
...I'm in rapper mode too.
Yo, I don't see how this boy thinks he's got chance. Ima be tearin him up!
Okay so it's just about time to get down,
I'll be dissin up on REN, that fake @ss clown.
lynchin' him becuase im mafia, he's the town.
I'll send him on his way home; eastbound.
I notice on your Profile, that you've got no wins
I'll make sure it stays that way' while I kick you in the shins.
This rap was over befor it even began,
Get out now, and make room for the man.
TUF is in the building ready to drop bombs,
Tearin up this battle like I'm livin in the palms.
Ima bout ready to eat you up and spit you out
Toss you around until you scream and shout.
Let me ask, do you really think you stand a chance
You won't recover from this at first glance.
I'll be shooting bullets at your feet. Dance b1tch dance.
did you think I'd play this cute like lickdafoot?
You see I've figured you out; read you like a book.
I'll Change your gender and get you more pregant than snooks.
But you see even here I'm playing with your mind.
Because once you turn your back I'll attack you from behind.
Boy you know I'd school you any time of the week.
And I attribute that to that to your mind being weak.
Because my rhymes smell fantastic, while yours just reek.
And after I school you, a better opponent I will seek.
You have nothing like I do to this callabre,
Stand and watch as I deliver Ren this massacre.
emacitor. Head lines, capacitor.
I'll deliver my message like im the US embassador.
You see, I'm lyrical, empirical, and ever tyrical,
I will chew you up, spit you out, and stomp you flat
then I'll grab a broom, and casually sweep you under the mat.
You aint cut out for this, this is fact.
You see, your a baseball, I'm the bat.
I've got more rhymes piled up then I can store,
I'll Unleashing them on you, cuz your such a bore.
Maybe now you can learn to entertain,
As I introduce myself into the new rap hall of fame.
Im the new rap religion, and your the first witness,
To me controlling your mind is like my own game of tetris.
You think you scared me off with that lame rap intro?
Well try harder than that, im hotter than a jalepeno.
Listen up because responding to me will be foolish,
And Quite frankly, anything you throw at me is toolish.
Here's your chance, you should just up and quit,
Because After I'm done, you will just forget
All of the rhymes that you were going to spit.
On the mic I’m demonic, when I vomit
It’s like comets cometh when I drop it
Cop it and knock it in your ear sockets
Then watch it pop your drums like sonic rockets
Clearly, you’re Too Ugly to Front --
Obscured your pic so I won’t mock it
This dude knows that I’d burn him
He looks like a blonde Pee-Wee Herman
Better stay over there with the Mormons
Before that breezy’s head’s turnin’
Cute smile, I’ll have that torso curved, and
Her chin to the sky, vagina gushin, learning
New things about herself, chest burning
Dude, I’ll slap you so you lose your last rotten tooth
Now go on ahead and tell yourself the simple and sad truth
To figure the winner, it won’t take an supersleuth
Between Ren, who’s clearly not a giver
And this silly shtt Ugly as Fvck young Tommy Hilfiger
Who looks like a pedobear that eats glass for dinner
Motherfvcker, this is true grit, knock you off when I’m full lit
Stumbling drunk and spit hanging from my slurring lips
And still steal your soul and walk away with a full clip
Chuckling, cold, letting it happen slow as the blood drips
Washing my mitts, learning the tricks from where OJ slipped
It’s like your chest rips when the bass hits
Like Mary-J-Velvet with some coke sprinkled in it
Poking holes in your lungs while your toking it
But you’re still holding it,
You’re conflicted because you’re addicted
Because I’m sick with it
It’s like a joke when the beat and my words elope
I try to cope, so I just smoke, then show you how Ren is dope
Okay Ren So you clearly need a lesson on rap.
You're going off the radar, do you need a map?
If your last rap made sense, I'd go and refute it.
A blonde peewee herman? I'm confused by this sh1t.
I see your writin' a rap that sounds pretty good,
cept your not dissin' me in it, when ya should.
Don't give it up that easy, I'm just getting started,
watchin you run away from my last rap, you darted.
Man after that last rap I realize your just a fony.
When people view this, you'll have more haters than kony.
Your rhymes are like something pulled from My little pony.
Your rhymes are cr@p; it's like you were made from SONY.
I've got so many rhymes stacked up, that they're spillin
I'll let em flow right atcha because I'm a maniacle villian.
The sheer cold from my raps are desolate and chillin'.
The way you rap, shows that your more wuss than krillin.
Your rhymes are like you Ren, Fake.
I would run and hide for your own sake.
You don't understand your dignity Ima bout to take.
My rhymes will hurt you more than anything you can make.
Ima bout to put it down on you like Chuck Norris.
Yo I'm the lead singer, my fans are the chorus.
If you think this is bad, just know I'm going easy on you.
I can better at anything you think you can do.
Oh and yo, what's up with that damn afro?
You look like Huey Freeman from the boondocks show.
Ren you seem to forget who your battlin'
Were those rhymes directed at me? Come on Ren.
After hearing your rap, I didn't feel one bit insulted.
After that barrage from the last round, it seems you just multed.
It's like you asked god for some help on your rhymes, he just said nope.
You realized all you had in your arsenal were cr@ppy rhymes that be dope.
you shoulda went some where else for help. I don't know. Maybe the pope.
But from what it looked like to me, you've never had the chance to elope.
Which quite frankly should give you a little bit of hope.
Because after I am done with you boy, trust me, you will need some soap.
Until then, help me out a little, and tighten that rope.
String it round your neck, and continue to mope.
Because you will be praying for me to stop at this point.
I'll continue though, and then proceed to smoke a joint.
I see The way your playing this rap game,
And to me, quite frankly, it just seems lame.
You'll need more than that if it's me you want to tame
I'm a TUF mother fvcker. Yeah I'm true to my name.
You see If I really wanted to hurt ya, I'd send Geo8 you way.
But the way your rappin', I already know you wouldn't have nothing to say.
We shoulda started you out with someone easy, You vs LDF would've been a better day.
Because then we could finally determine whether you really are gay.
Just know that my rhymes are never stoppin.
After this rap, your brains I will be moppin,
wipe up those wet tears boy, you soppin.
And find some better lines, boy your rap game is droppin.
How is this pigeon chest gonna give me a lesson, when
In his raps, he's confessing that I'm impressing?
Just listen to this sorry crap, this kid is clearly wack
He literally just asked Google if it needs a map
Bttch, I'll GPS you a path that would save your sorry @ss
From the aftermath of triple slap about to come to pass
Just accept the burn, turn an return wherever you were last
And if you're even slightly smart, you'll do it really fast
Cuz, it's clear to me your softie face is really made of glass
And if I swing at pudgy TUF enough, your cheek is sure to crack
Kid, I'd slap your face so hard, I'd clean off those skidmarks
Fill your mouth full of sock, knock you out and pocket cock-block
Wouldn't be surprised if you refuse to post the last argument due
Nursing your bruises from my vicious verbal abuse
I mean, how good are your rhymes if even you confuse it?
Stuttering, grimacing, missing the beat, I just stopped listening
I'd rather watch something disgusting -- like two dikes fisting
I'd rather picture a monkey shitting with a rash on its thing
Than listen to your sorry raps, you sound like you've been drinking
Like you have a concussion resulting in trouble thinking
You're just embarrassing, like a dog letting out this pink thing
Like a painting of your mother nude in the livingroom-type thing
It causes traffic, people slow to stare at it but It's hard to look at,
Almost like a thousand views of you getting bitchslapped
Whoa ren, you think I said that your rap is impressin?
Man you mis-understood me, Of course I was messin,
I'm more agrresive than the rape charges your pressin'
on me for taking you from behind and teaching you a lesson.
You should have forfeited by now ren, now it's too late.
You know you can't beat me, so just accept your fate.
Realize your getting mastered, turn that rage into hate.
The loss you will be taking will over compensate.
Your end is near, yeah we've already set the date.
You've been abducted into hell, yeah we've closed the gate.
You'll lose faster than you can shake when you m@sterbate.
You didn't give in when you had the chance, now your screwed;
Even worse was that is wasn't a girl, you got it from another dude.
I eat up rappers like you for breakfist, haters are my food.
I've got your girl on my side too, yeah when she saw me she cooed.
I'm tearing you up in this rap battle, putting you down this way is rude.
I could destroy you in a second if I was in the mood.
Im sorry, did I offend you? Of course I mean to be lewd.
I'll watch you walk off the stage shamefully, after the audience boo'd.
Worse than when Jerry sandusky got caught fappin kids in the nude.
I'm sorry Ren, But your rhymes just plain suck.
I'm hunting you, but your a sitting duck.
In order to win this, you'll need some extreme luck.
I see your trying to win this in order to make buck,
when you fail harder than the show "nip and tuck"
don't you get that Your rhymes are just as sorry as fvck?
Get advice from someone intelligent like puck.
so we can stop sifting these "rhymes" I call it muck.
So Ren, I'll give you one last chance to back down,
let you carry out this round losing like dan brown.
I've got more rhymes than you can count
I've given the surface here, don't doubt.
In order to beat me you'll require some skill,
you haven none of that, which makes you an easy kill.
So I'll keep attackin' ya until I've had my fill,
Your raps are more sour than a pickle from "dill".
I Feel like your rhymes make the audience queesy.
Everytime you post, your make voting for them so easy.
I'll beat you up in this rap battle, because your rhymes are measly.
Your rhymes are like you you ren, fake and cheesy.
Your talking so fast, that nobody can understand you.
your rhymes are non-sensical, so I get what you do.
So ren, right now is your last chance to up and quit.
Be embarrased by all the rhymes that I ruthlessly spit.
Back off and know you've taken a hit.
Catch you like a baseball, with my epical rap mit.
I hope you understand that at this point you have no chance.
I'll keep shooting rap bullets at ya and watch as ya dance.
As your speared through the heart with my sharp lyrical lance.
Now I've got you where you where I want you; Ankles touching the rim of your pants.
Give up now, and watch as the audience accepts my fance.
This last verse will be the fatality
It has the capacity to result in a casualty
For you, a catastrophe, it's simply comedy
Pardon me while I put you on blast, B
Out class me? Please, I'll stain your silly fleece
Spit the sort of shiit that would give you a nosebleed
So, if that's your plead, let me intercede
Put your troubled brain at ease as your soul's released
Nigga, to me, you're nothing more than a pleasing feast
With each verse, I've roasted you like a pig with ease
The first time, it was fried chicken, rice, and chick peas
The second one, you were on a pilaf with no meat
But this time, I'll just sprinkle you with gouda cheese
And dine on your fat asss like a serving for three
Your only danger to me is how fat you might be
Which could totally end up clogging my arteries
Or God forbid, I'd end up getting diabetes
From chewing on what's obviously so sweet
I mean listen to me, might as well be Chef Boyardee
I can rap anything and still be a beast
But your raps aren't anything, you could at the least
Practice a bit to get your shiit tight and on beat
Come at me, but you won't take this shiit seriously
So neither will I, now please pass the gravy