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Rap Battle 8

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Started: 6/8/2014 Category: Entertainment
Updated: 2 years ago Status: Post Voting Period
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Alright Mr "I'm the king" . let's see what you've got.
First round is acceptance unless you wish to start.
Debate Round No. 1


I'm excellin' in my element,
Yellin' full of adrenaline,
Sick of tellin' 'em
I'm not a felon, I'm a gentleman.
After this I'll be propellin'
To a new destination.
Be patient for your devastation.
I've been waitin' to break-in
This fuckin fake king.
Your title I'm taking,
Wait. Too late!
I've been the best since I stepped in.
Investing, time to my lyrics, the best thing
You're ever seen, that's no question.
All the anger I've kept in, stays, except when
I battle, so thanks for accepting.

I'm the best that's a fact.
Leave you barley intact, it's
Clear you need practise.
Stick you like a cactus.
I smash you like an actress,
You're as real as plastic,
Soft as a mattress.
Damn. This is too easy, mikal,
You see, I'm insightful.
It's part of the cycle,
My lyrics might kill,
You and your decibels.
Luckily, I'm in a good mood
You don't know what I would do,
Nor should you.
But I could use some good news,
Before you know what it feels like,
To have a steel pipe hit you for real, mike.


Im bout to burn this bitch right down to the ground
You aint in my league, so hands off the crown
You think your the best now thats a fuking joke
By the way that you spits bars, its evident you choke

All these metaphors your using, that sht is overdone and overused
I am going to pretend your my child and beat you, yeah your getting abused
Two bullets in your chest, and then one to the dome
Stick you in a body bad and send you back to your home

You know what getting bodied is? because its about to be a reality for you
These bars that im spitting are infallible, there inerrant and true.
I am going to cut you down like a tree, make you a example
All the people that want to step to the plate, use this as an example

I just murdered this noob, that is an objective fact
All these lines that hes spitting are just covertly wack
He tries to dress his lines up with rhythm and looks
But when you look beneath its like a blank book

Never judge a book by its cover, that saying is absoluteness true.
He has a nice cover, but no words to make the book ring true
This guy is a nobody, and he wants to battle me
Once he realizes who he's facing, hes going to decide to over a plea

He has no chance, his lyrics and bars are weak
my bars are like gold, they are always the best currency
I even decided to slow down the pace
Just to make this battle fair and make it an even race

Pretend im a turtle and this guy is the hare
He can spit out a thousand lines but 3 lines from me and ill end it right there
His bars lack substance there just jumbled and cluttered
My bars have depth and that is why he just got murdered.
Debate Round No. 2


Uh.. excuse me? Abuse me?
No thanks, don't want your coochie
My lines are used? Please.
Bullets to my dome?
You fuckin own a nerf gun,
This isn't a battle, I do this sh*t for fun.
The best? Yeah, you know it's me.
That isn't rap, stick to writing poetry.
You have no flo, weak lyrics,
Glad it's written, so I don't hear it.
Don't push me, pus*y.
No one sent me, so tempt me
Go ahead try it. But keep it quiet,
Or I'll break you apart from deep within you.
I know you're scared now, wish to continue?

Did you just call me a noob?
I don't know where your aiming,
This is a rap battle, not online gaming.
Is it saint's row? Minecraft? Halo?
I try to earn my payroll,
you're playin with pladough.
I say that, because you rap like it's grade 2
You couldn't rap if they made you,
What I say's true, we all hate you.
You lack lyrical skill,
It's a miracle, still
At least try to find some balance,
The way you spit is off valence.
And stop talking to a crowd,
Speak to my face, look at me NOW
And take off that fake crown,
Until I'm done knocking you around.
I'll sit back and watch you drown,
Smile and wave as you sink down.
Too much time I've been investing,
In this. We know who's the best thing.

You think your "currency" is currently, inadvertently hurtin' me? Then hurriedly, you spread words like these, sayin' that you've murdered me? It's kind've sad to see. It's a tragedy, you're so bad at these. Are you mad at me? I beat you, that's how it had to be. You're sad it seems.
Anyways before I break you or make you take too many pills, or take your fake truth and break your face dude. Come back take you on again and knock loose your fake tooth.
Hope you're alright, after I dropped you.
You're so bad at this, I almost forgot you.
Don't look at my late reply as "I hate this guy",
it just takes a while to fake a smile and take your title..


You bars are fukin confusing, you have no rhythm or flow
This is just one more battle that you are going to throw
I got a glock dawg, but a nerf gun would be enough for you
It would be the first gun you ever saw, it would be like a mental break through

You can't break me from deep inside man, how can you even claim that
Everything I spit has miles of depth, while yours is just flat crap
Lets give this btch a reality slap
We are online and this is rap

You may think this is not a game, but it is sure a game for me
I would never take you serious, because you're in the little leagues
So before you try to take on someone that has 10 times your skill
Do the opposite of what neo did and decide to take the blue pill

I mean you could take the red pill, forgive me if I seem condescending.
My bars are like that rabbit hole Morpheus mentioned, they are never ending.
I'd advise you to forget we ever battled, that is what that blue pill is for
Because by the end of this battle the beat down you had will be in your memory and stored.

I'ts funny you said I'm hated because that sht is like fuel
Ill guzzel it up and stick it deep down in my energy pool
Hate is motivation, because loves just causes hitch after hitch
If your loved for what your doing, it just proves your a little btch

Thank God this isn't halo because this would have done been through
Call me master chief, and I am going to 360 no scope you
I just murdered this clown, and my weapons were flow and rhythm
Maybe someone will read this battle and offer this btch some constructive criticism.

Currently my currency is just used to chill
Because currently im getting pusy without currency and its not even a bill
And pusy is like a tool, its something you can drill
Its like a metaphorical pill
I'll pop it all night long because its really a thrill
Unlike you I don't rape or pay people , my girl has free will
and once were done, shes always comes back asking for a refill
Azz and chest likes shes from brazil
Why the girls you fuk look like they work in a steel mill
Every time they think they are pregnant they run for that abortion pill
No girl would ever have a child with you, because it would look mentally ill
That thing would pop out with a fuked up face and jacked up grill
You would abort it after its born to save it from getting killed
Your neighbors would be like it's Frankenstein it's actually fuking real
They fuking take that kid and drown it at a water mill
After they finished they come back with a smile and everything would be chill

Then you go back to fuking ugly chicks
They'd fuk you once and then tell you to fuk off because the size of your dik
Its a shity life and you always pray that it will end quick
Your stuck with the guilt and truth, that your just an annoying prick
Now your wishing you aborted that mentally ill baby with a fukin stick.
But that's what you get for fuking your sister your redneck hick

I'm done with this fool, it's a waste of time
I just proved he would suck dik for a dime
He thinks he can beat me, that sht is mad wack
I just gave him a mushroom stamp, and he kissed my sack
Debate Round No. 3


Sorry if I confuse you, mike.
But don't know how to use the mic.
That's why you'll lose this fight.
I'm being abused, that's right.
In the eardrums,
Because you rap like

You're finished already, you can't hold steady,
You're bruised and sweaty, my styles too heavy,
So save you're confetti, you're crying.. need your teddy?
I can't take your warning, you're raps are too boring
I'll maybe read it in the morning. Once I'm done forming
Lyrics to stomp you into lunch meat,
Find your car, sh*t on the front seat.
Noscope? You're a nerd with no hope. Go home.
Back to your parents crawlspace,
being cramped in a small place
Is better then walking the hallways
Always, being picked on in all ways.
You're a loser, I'd have your girl if I choose her.
You sir, abuse her with used words.
No one wants to hear your fake rap,
You don't write your lines, so take that.
No wait, I lied.
Your lines are too bad to be plagiarized.

Telling me I have no style?
You wouldn't recognize my lines Until I scream my rhyme scheme
Til you see what I mean. My rhymes are my team, my lines are all I need.
Your lines are rusty, trust me, I need to succeed.
For me, it must be the one to bust steam,
and crush your crusty lines or your dusty rhymes.

I could go on, but I'll finish here.
This isn't a battle. Not even near.
You've got no pecs to flex,
All day long you dream about sex.
But here's some reality;
I'm rapping against a dude into bestiality.


This downsydromed fuk actually thinks theres a mic
This is the internet btch, you know we have to type
Yeah your being abused that much is right
Call you my redheaded step child, and i'm in a bad mood tonight.

Your right I was finished rounds ago, the rest of this battle was a waste
Your bars are just like you, they have no taste
I am a nerd, and you act like there something wrong with that
I'd still beat the sht out of you in real life, all it would take is just one little btch slap

You'd wake up realizing the btch that you are
Look at me and tell me that I went to far
Then you'd apologize for spitting all these wack azz bars
It was just a reality check because you will never be a star

Keep lying to yourself homie, you woudn't have my girl or no one elses either
You are so ugly that you don't even have a picture, I just made you ten years wiser
I have a house, but I could go back home if I wanted
It's better than being you and having your parents wished that you were aborted.

You are that metaphorical stereotype that no one wants to be
You parents fuked and chose not to abort you because they didn't have the money
They looked for hangers, and considered the danger
Then decided they would have you in a fit of anger

It has to suck knowing that no one wants you
You will never have a girl , that much is true
You parents wished they would have aborted you with a stick
They wished they had the money to abort this fuking prick

I don't dream about sex I get it everyday
and that sht you said about bestiality makes you seem mad gay
Makes me wonder about your intentions as a person
This guy is probably ADOL, that is why his conscious is hurtin

You don't have any rhythm or style
Half you bars look like the came from the rip off of 8 mile
I do have pex to flex, and that sht is something you know nothing about
Last time I got in a fight, I broke the kids arms and then knocked them out

His name was ledarious and he was in the hospital for quite a while
I would have got probation, but they labeled it self defense before it went to trial
When they doctors diagnosed him, he had a broke jaw and a broke arm
That is what you get when you attack me, you getting introduced to the word harm.

Now i'm through metaphorically killing this btch
He is nothing more than a bothersome itch
If he keeps on talking I am going to give him a stitch
I just owned you with bars that are abundantly rich

My bars taste like chocolate , and yours taste like salt
People breathe in what i spit, they spit yours out like it was sour malt
I'm about to end this soon before I get arrested for child abuse
This guy actually thinks he won, he is a tad bit confused.

This guy probably bought all these bars for a dime
he should be locked up for committing a crime
stick in him handcuffs and make him do his time
Literally this guy spits rhetorical slime
He's just tried to battle me when I'm in my prime
This got is nothing just a horrible mime
Before you beat me you have a really long climb.
The thought that you could beat me is ever so sublime

So sit back and take your loss kid, just like the btch that you are
This battle has already went on to long, it went go far
I just murdered this punk azz kid, he was never ready for me
I just took all your money and hope, call me the wolf of wall street.
Debate Round No. 4
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Posted by ShadowKingStudios 2 years ago
Thank God for friends! I totally forgot about this debate till one of my friends informed me of your challenge.
1st. you obviously can't read. I never called your raps "a fuckking insult". In fact, I praised them for actually being composed where they can be literally vocally rapped. I credited them for having storytelling craftsmanship. And alluded to them being better fit as "artistic composition." It was your fruity opponent who I dissed.
2nd. Had you just vented I would let this offense pass. Not now, because I came to this site to debate because I never turn down a challenge I'm competent in.
3rd. We can battle. But time limits will have to be set to 12 hours because I'm on vacation till July 8th. I'm setting the debate up now. Grab ya mic.
Posted by RayPtheRapp 2 years ago
You know what @shadowkingstudios I do regret this battle. I really do, because I gave it minimal attention and underestimated my opponent. My last first SUCKED because I wrote it in my girlfriends bathroom in the lest 20 .minutes. I didn't even want to log on again because I was embarrassed at how I did on this.
But before you go and call me out by calling my raps a fuckking insult why don't you battle me and we'll see how well you can flo and story tell.
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Vote Placed by ShadowKingStudios 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: Reboot, here you can't write your raps the way you actually have to vocally spit them to stay on beat. They don't respect that here. I found that out. Neither can you display storytelling craftsmanship. I found that out too. The term "Battle Rap" is for insults and belittling. "Lyrical Challenge" is for artistic composition. You get the conduct point because your lyrics can actually be flowed smoothly unlike the other guy's.
Vote Placed by 9spaceking 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: Mikal had powerful mighty insults, and pro could not deflect them, his argument was nails and bolts, while mikal's skill was practically ZEN
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Reasons for voting decision: Sorry pro, like all other rap battles I have seen, your is like reading a doctor Seuss book, and lacks lyrical quality.