Board 8 RAP BATTLE: tha LEAGUE 3 Week 4

The Fourth Week of the Board 8 RAP BATTLE: tha LEAGUE 3 Tournament.

Battle 1: Chrono1219 vs. Wigs
~The Score~

Chrono1219: 3

Wigs: 6

~The Raps~

Chrono1219

There's something off about you. Your vibe, your complexion. Not even surgery would do. You'll never survive this perfection. What you need fixed is not physical, not mechanical, or even spiritual. When you kneel to get lyrical, for something magical, pray for a miracle.

Maybe I put an idea in your head, no it's not inception. But you might have been lead to go a new direction. Cause I'm hellbent on spreading the word, the rhyme, what needs to be heard You getting into heaven, that's absurd, with your crime, but I have the cure.

You'll meet your end somewhere in eternal damnation. Then everyone else would scream in celebration. Cause life's about the living, the dying, and what's in the middle. But you ended up giving up trying cause your chances were so little.

Wigs

If you can't read me, time to worry, can't handle shit so complex The unseeing "i'" sees only imaginary, my four "i's" are visionary next Your flow's flyin' all over the place, like your sight's gone dark and blurry Got no idea how to rap straight, Helen Keller's a better visionary

"I won't survive your perfection"?, that statement's a joke, meerly feeble This rap's pumpin' my insurrection, yours is Ono breakin' The Beatles Like a druggie whose preppin', see you crashin' like a lead zeppelin See you from afar when I'm high-steppin, just ascendin' a Stairway to Heaven

My rap's flyin' like an Aviator, you're lost in waters uncharted, Your raps a "chron"ic masturbater, and I don't pray for your Departed Ain't no way to Catch Me If You Can, so lay down and let me be your Leo You better believe this is an Inception, cuz I can tell yer dreamin' of Ryoko

Chrono1219

Almost thought you were a wise one, but I guess yous been trollin' Oh, really now you think you've won? You must be rickrolling. What is this I don't even, why you're not even being serious. Catatonic? You've lost this war, joker you're delirious.

I'm the highest evolution, dance, son don't disappoint. I'm starting a world revolution, doper than a joint. Maybe I'd have let you finish, but you didn't have anything good to say. This battle, you can't win it, even if you had over 9000 tries a day.

You're nothing special just an average homeboy, not even a little like a superstar. I can see through the lie you employed, it was cake, like you after I played my crush card. You might think I triggered your trap, you might think I got up and ran. Are you serial? I owned your rap, this was just all part of the plan.

Wigs

Overloadin' in ancient meme mockery? Well, better stop n' save some face. Don't wanna hear your lameass crockery, shocked you forwent 'All Your Base' All hung up on lame internet fads, you'd think you'd have some kinda limit But dude yes really, you are that bad, I'd rather see some by LinkTheMidgit.

Endin' this battle like I'm Kerrigan, s'over before my explosives lighted Shorter than the war Spanish-American, this Brood War is one-sided. Can't figure out how to roll your weed, rap blander than chewin' tobacco Your flow's much preachier than Creed, I'm rhymin' the countries like Wakko

You must think you're a funny now, but I've heard a much cleverer maggot This isn't stand-up, It's fuckin' rap, pal. Go back to Full House, Bob Saget. Here's some advice though before you die, since, alas, you are merely mortal. Since of course the cake ISN'T a lie. So find some time to play Portal

Battle 2: Pats D vs. Justin Crossing
~The Score~

Pats D: 7

Justin Crossing: 6

~The Raps~

Pats D

Well what do we have here? A la-zy JC? Doesn't like going first, or doesn't wanna pace me? It's cool whichever is, the rule you wanna follow Even if your mouth is jizzed, and you don't wanna swallow Don't lynch me ya queer cuz I am da bomb I'll blow you out this show and ## Your Mom

I'm not just king of all of prose, I'm also king of all the hoes I'm doggy stylin' bitches 'fore you even get to touch their clothes And 'fore you say I'm just a fad go ask the sluts that lust me bad I'm here to stay you bitch but hey the voters even say "u mad" So don't be tryin' your replyin' that's denyin' history My entourage already's cryin' Johnny Drama "VICTORY!"

Justin Crossing

You enter my territory and then call me lazy Is it just me or is your memory all hazy I'm not the one who has to keep up the pace I seem to recall a certain someone got replaced So maybe you'll bow to the real Pats D The one and only, untarnished, invincible JC

And do you really want me to bring out the big one? I'll make your dick metaphoric to a child's squirt gun All those hoes can't possibly enjoy when you poke her Cause for me i've the torrent of a new super soaker So why don't you settle back down in your seat I won't hesitate to pull the trigger when you can't take the heat

Pats D

Well OMG, Patty D, came outta retirement You wondered where the fire went, well here I am it's time to spit The kind of shit I fire with is like a die roll, highest wins You're lyin' if you tryin' to fly a little higher than Me, Jay Cee to fight you I'll just light a blizz I'm over you more than Eminem is that Mariah slizz The fighter in you's cryin' n dyin' cuz he was slighted n' Don't fuckin' try to inquire what happened to inspire it You might just feel entitled to try to rewrite a lot of it But I'd bust out a reference that hadn't even been cited yet You tired yet? You tryna quit? I'm crushin racks of Heineken Cuz I'm the Champion of this League. You're fired, no rehirin'.

Justin Crossing

That was so abysmal I was tempted not to respond I'm in a rap battle with a lyrical vagabond

Nobody cares if you retired and returned Reading your lyrics is just salt on your burns Retirement and spit don't even have a syllable in common So just go rot somewhere dark, the way of Tutankhamun

And oh no not the heineken, the "beautiful nectar" Good joke. It's beer. Thousands of bottles per hectare So why don't you fall on the ground in the fetal position While I Captain Morgan your ass and go leg up on what you're dishin You're a drink for weaklings and shities, a rasberry martini So head over with Spongebob, and be a junior weenie

Battle 3: Realo vs. Colonel Alloy
~The Score~

Chrono1219: 9

Colonel Alloy: 1

~The Raps~

Realo

Close the win-dows when the Cold Wind Blows---you actress, You're sleeping on the King like a California mattress You're boring me, I only speak to royalty out of loyalty So clearly I'm Talkin to Myself when I say I'm speakin royally I'm On Fire and Won't Back Down, but I might laugh hearty Cuz it's a blast, when I smash this White Trash's Party I spray the stainless and leave this Colonel brainless He let his dick slip and got some tits fit, "said he was going through some changes" Told me he's Not Afraid of Seduction from a chick He just likes the way guys smell So gets No Love from anything without a dick

Colonel Alloy

You say you're royalty but I see you're a jester, some peasant mutha shita who lets his wounds fester, Pawnin' off your Petty m&m's like they're treasure, Bruce? This ain't a trivia contest, your shit is obtuse! A navel-gazing name dropper? Yeah, you match that description So take your head out of your ass, I'll write a prescription like those junkies at Realo's Drugs though, i gotta give warning I'll put two slugs in your chest, you won't call in the morning. You're gonna bleed in the ditch, like a gutter whore It's gonna hurt like a bitch, like I buttered the floor The Colonel's back in business, herbs spices and all You can ask your mom, she's been workin' my balls

Realo

You're a chump to me, catchin ass whoopins like Steve Largent* Colonel Alloy's gettin demoted down to Copper and Zinc Sergeant Your rap was so whack I wasn't sure that it had started I'm the Frank Costello of rap, you're soon to be Departed Or deported, or extorted, or bombed or whatever Your girl wouldn't get off my damn schlong if I let her She sucks dick for so long my dong just bust feathers Then says,"Compared to Alloy, Realo your songs are just better" Got you tethered, your storm was weathered--now I'm dancin like King Louie Spittin in your face over and over like stringed loogies Your record after this battle will be screened like dinged movies While my "Score" is grammy nominated like the Fugees

Colonel Alloy

Nice asterisk. You leave footnotes? I leave boot prints, Nancy Sinatra style, and your face'll be pulp after a while. Alloy/Realo?, don't be on the fence, this is common sense, sorry I had to dispense with the face kicks, and for the skull dents, but all the chicks will agree they were improvements. So go rinse your nicks and bruises, there's no shame in losin', but take my two cents before I dole out another contusion: The Conductor's Sick, you should leave the station, you're not slick, stop with the referential masturbation, just a broke ass trick with a gimmick fixation. Enlist today! Would you like to know more? You can be my private, there's no need to be sore.

Battle 4: foolmo vs. Minipooot
~The Score~

foolmo:

Minipooot:

~The Raps~

foolmo

Minipooot

foolmo

Minipooot

Battle 5: Mer vs. Boko
~The Score~

Mer:

Boko:

~The Raps~

Mer

Boko

Mer

Boko

Battle 6: Cokes vs. Menji
~The Score~

Cokes:

Menji:

~The Raps~

Cokes

Menji

Cokes

Menji

Battle 7: Seg vs. As I Desire
~The Score~

Seg:

As I Desire:

~The Raps~

Seg

As I Desire

Seg

As I Desire

Battle 8: Swordsman vs. Curt
~The Score~

Swordsman:

Curt:

~The Raps~

Swordsman

Curt

Swordsman

Curt

Battle 9: jdizzy vs. Alec
~The Score~

jdizzy: 2

Alec: 8

~The Raps~

jdizzy

Your attention please you see I have an announcement to make a natural disasters occured, nope not an earthquake the body count is pretty low only one reported death so can we get a moment of silence for Mr Alec Trev

Scratch that, fuck a theme, I turn dreams to nightmares Your struggling is useless like trying to fight air I cant be touched but I aint from India Im in a way higher class, hows that for Brahman trivia?

Get it? i go hard and insert rappers that battle me all end up butt hurt "Im a warrior"! boondocks, you can be my squire not Busta but Im sure to light yo ass on fire!

Alec

If you were a Tsar you’d be J-Dizzy the Terrible Cuz your rhymes are subpar and your flow is unbearable Was your one win on LOST, it’s a true unsolved mystery I’ll make sure it gets tossed, cuz the winners write history

You think you got a chance against Alec the Bard? Boy I drink up emcees like I’m jp, they’re lard I’ll bombard til you’re scarred, burn you up til you’re charred Best call me Bruce Willis cuz I make you Die Hard

If your rappin' were actin' then Keanu’d have you beat Tough actin’ like Tinactin, I’ll help you deal with defeat As you beat a retreat cuz you can’t stand the heat Go to your last post, then message detail -- delete

jdizzy

I cause heartattacks and tears like a "baby im late" text My victory's guaranteed like abstinence, shit safe sex Everything thing I do is raw, both your chick and my rhythms Not a believer? ask her she should be showing up any time(now)

Before you Greet her with a KISS have her wash her mouth out Else you'll be sampling my seed from when she went down south To her im DOCTOR LOVE Phd, a.k.a house She loves my cane, and like those pills, I always POP in her mouf

SNAP.CRACKLE.Thats the sound of broken spines permanent damage, no way that you'll recover from those lines You think it couldn't get worst? well this last line is unbearable Its my name that she screams when yall shit, now THAT'S terrible

Alec

You try to throw punches but they all disappear You got two straight no hitters just like John Vander Meer Watch me throw perfect game, like I'm Dallas or Doc Then I'll hit up your dame, loves my phallus, eats cock I hear you can't get to second, but she's giving me dome Guess you should call me Jacoby cuz I'm straight stealing home

Your Griff's second stint in Seattle, career over, its sad Is this Field of Dreams, cuz you wanna catch for your dad Like the Bad News Bears, not even best in YOUR tale You the Mets in September? Cuz you redefine fail j-dizz ain't Major League, don't take nine innings ta see He lovin' da ball games, but him winning? That's fantasy.

Battle 10: ExTha vs. BBallman
~The Score~

ExTha: 2

BBallman: 11

~The Raps~

ExTha

Ya’ll starting to appreciate me, you sissy fake G’s? Last week, got fed two emcees just to satiate me!

Coz I go berserk ferverishly and murk purposely. I spit pure perversity that’ll straight up pervert yer dreams. You’re hurt from my words it seems when they hit you unmercifully. You scribble n’ spittle while I handwrite cursively.

So B-Ball remember last time that I went against ya? Your votes were like ya dick size, doubled by ExTha, I left ya.. feelin’ raped like that time TimJab sexed ya. A horrid experience coz he wore no condom to protect ya.

So you're steppin' to ExTha one more time? You in over your head, boy. When this rematch is done they gon’ say: “Sweeney... u dead boi.”

BBallman

Best start uppin your game cuz nothin's the same I'm a gat fanatic, And I'm back at it, make you scared to sleep like a crack addict, I could just half ass it, you lack tactics, You'll swallow my disses so bad they'll call you the rap faggot. In two years your claim to fame is that you beat me once, You're no winner, I'll eat you for dinner like I just smoked three blunts, No more of these stunts, Extha's scared, he punts On third down, he's burned out, so rest in peace chump. Around here I'm the best, I'll fuck up your damn plan, What else should I expect from a motherfucking Rams fan. I'm the law in these lands, like the law of relativity, This whole board will lose their virginity before you got shit on me.

ExTha

That’s the best you got? I’ll have to spare a laugh. That verse made less sense than an ertyu paragraph. Seriously you spit it more robotic than shitin’ Luster I’ll hit you with hate more vitriolic than MWC can muster. So buster, sit back and observe my rappin’ clinical. You’re a house invading fox and boy I got the chemicals. Nonsensical, that’s what your challenge to me is at best. And don’t get any confidence, Tim’s just easily impressed.

Coz this battle’s been like yer mom when she met me: fuckin’ banged, and I’mma change yer name to Tai coz you just got up and HANG’d. So history’s to repeat itself, another loss just to state your fears. I treat this battle like an Ulti post, coz I’ve been slaying it for years.

BBallman

I'm a killer they ain't caught me, I'll bury your body they won't find ya, Your flow was pretty sloppy, should be named your mom's vagina. You think your good, fuck that, your skills been cut back, All you've proved is your obsession with TimJab's nut sack. Your raps are not legit, pack your shit and just quit, Only time you ever spit is when your finish sucking dick You best start running quick, cuz I've been learning from the past, Like next time I fuck your mom I'll bust the next one in her ass. I don't need more little exthas, while your denying the truth, I let you win last time to prevent child abuse, But it's on now, I'm dropping bombs now, call me Atom (Adam) Cuz there's only one man here and you're starting right at him.

Battle 1: Chrono1219 vs. Wigs
~The Score~

Chrono1219: 3

Wigs: 6

~The Raps~

Chrono1219

Wigs

Chrono1219

Wigs

Battle 1: Chrono1219 vs. Wigs
~The Score~

Chrono1219: 3

Wigs: 6

~The Raps~

Chrono1219

Wigs

Chrono1219

Wigs

Battle 1: Chrono1219 vs. Wigs
~The Score~

Chrono1219: 3

Wigs: 6

~The Raps~

Chrono1219

Wigs

Chrono1219

Wigs