NewStats: 3,265,160 , 8,185,826 topics. Date: Friday, 13 June 2025 at 04:52 PM 2q1211

Bitchiamjay:
I’m skywriting scriptures while you flaps in the breeze/
I drop gems midair, you just squawk for some cheese/

Y'all look who I found it’s the new dude in town/
who gets bullied in school by clowns/
He can’t even rap… this Jay b1tch is a joker/
He’s like a baby in a stroller… you suck and get pushed around!/

Careente7:

And wtf does fadal know,I’m fatal;hussain knows
Even usain bolt can’t catch this
He’ll lose it
All I need is post nut in your btch; you stupid

You suck like a b1tch/
And talk like a snitch/

MusicMod:


took you this long to carry on /
but i'm still standing tall, Like I'm Helen paul /
I did you rough - just caught you clenching jaw /
Guess what ?,
I'm sick and still sounding bored /😅

Punchline , haymakers! You can’t beef this legend!/
Took too long to reply.. cos I’m a busy person/
But you’re a Jobless swine/ you drop em lines/ and keep refreshing/
Well, I’ve been fücking tied up - BDSM/

MusicMod:


I'll l brag with ease
I'm that good with diss
your face, ruin to see, when I sting like bees
ain't your blood, but I'll fix your niece for free
you'll find me on knees

You’re nothing sick/
Your lines are boring, pls/
Yes we will find you on your knees sucking d1ck!/

MusicMod:
In the absence of my childish bars 😞, y'all have became lost lambs.

The pores here are wide now, too wide.

Stop nagging/ my knife cuts through your spine if you start bragging/ call this betrayal cos I’m back stabbing

JigsawKillah:
You've got plenty old lines, from 20-0-9
Your face is scary all times, first time I saw a mom condemn her own child

Ugly dude.. nuisance is what you constitute/
My guns will shoot… if you fück around like a prostitute/

JigsawKillah:
Dumb and lazy girls, aiming for the good-for-nothings
The types who wear bathroom slippers in public and put on stockings

Ugly kid/
Stfu you look like a monkey pls/
Face looking like I stepped on a donkey shytt!/

Bitchiamjay:
This thread fell off fr

With these words I’m very good brother/ and when I grab these teks it’s murder!/
I come before Jay… like alphabetical order!/

Aprishyn06:

Dumb arss with long arms/

MusicMod:

Really?

who is this?

a newbie ni**a, b!rd of a brown feather /
go back, come through , write a real letter /
I'm the seal in lit, deal in biz, a Conor finga' /
ya pain like a Mayweather, be a bit bitter /

I heard you did well in school Yh you’re blunt and bright/ Even got awarded the best student… Yh you got it right/
Years gone by you’re still broke, can’t even afford a ride/
If you ever see this professor walk in a bank… then you’re watching Money Heist!/

Aprishyn06:


popping imaginary 9s while I chop you with obituary lines/
I make it align....
from your spine up to the pituitiary gland/

My last verse still
hurt you/
Burst your head open now you’re gassed up like a Pepsi bottle/

Aprishyn06:


nine pops? blud really thinks I'm 50 Cent/

Well then, 'Hommo' save your tight hug for embracing de@th/

I said I pop nines/ come to your school shooting.. co-lum-bine!/ have your fam mourning/ my bars are stunning!/
I son shyn like it’s morning/

Aprishyn06:


Come at me and you get more than a bruise(brooce)/
Cos if Apri show you the F, then you're an April Fool.

Your rhyme sucks/
My nine pops till your life’s lost/
Arms stretch then I squeeze.. that’s a Tight hug!/

Aprishyn06:



Nasty C Wannabe, but I’m showing you how it's done/
Wait, what’s a bad kids’ show?
Nastynic-kelodeon/
😂😂

Yahoo boy turned boko haram… you know I bomb with ease/
I smoke y’all cos I’m blunt with this/
No one comes close even Apri gets the L… you know what Month it is!/

mizzyjozywizzy:


30k for winner. 10k each for 2nd and 3rd

Okay you can tag people

mizzyjozywizzy:
For goodness sake, the battle rap thread is dying. we need to do something to bring it back. I'm proposing a tournament with money and prizes involved. If you're interested submit a quality disrespect freestyle below and signify your interest.

How much

MusicMod:


if bartimaeus to beauty can't be entice/
I am ashamed to say I am divine/
tho my 'hurry' will make snails amend/

dock your 'tale' to take, don't be wedge to wed/
don't 'role play' your bride, u can't afford to wend/
you will be jealous of my Kaley in the end/

You’re trash.. no doubt! Your bars na evidence/
And you’re no “match” for me since you have no “spark of intelligence”/

MusicMod:


Hey, I bet your drugs are running out/
cheating groom?
pained - loud - imagination is crying out/
isn't that how your life is turning out ?
ain't you the trash - girls are tossing out?
Man up, be back as a downspout pen tout.

You know I’m not lying, boo/
and I’m not fighting you/
but the truth is no man wants to spend the rest of his life with you/
Even cyclops don’t have an eye for you!/

MusicMod:


one to one, spot the spots where I'm unserious
run to port, turn to point, my daggers are curious
_-_
I'm aiming to maim, death is obvious/
let's pause on moving on, my prey is furious; he needs some cooling off!/

Her ex said she’s way stupeed/ even her present fiancé cheats on her with different babes, truly/
It’s ironic no man wants to dance to her tune.. even when they chose to “play MUSIC”/

MusicMod:


Consider holding it in Ed Jenner's way/
or this witch bitch might have to hold you a wake/
few bars and you're already needing a break/
blind snake, outtake, wood drake & huisache; guy - you're a headache/

I’m not joking when I said I fight with a knife, yes!/ but if you ‘can’t read between the lines’ then my nine stretch/
That shyt light up on your face like an eye test!/

Bitchiamjay:
The way your bítch takes my màndigo, bet her cervix must be made from steel/
I call her tardis, electrifying fánny made from eel/

I heard it’s a blackout in your hood so I come with a surgeon blade/
Now I’m creeping in your room.. I see you’re nervous, Jay/
blow out your candles then cut a piece off you… That’s a birthday cake!/

LhoOd:


2 lines is too much for this dikk.rider]
Dj dey chill, he say he dey spit fire]

Big liar!
the cig light ya wig or I let the fifth fire

I’m cursed, violent/ who this nerd whining?/
Black hawk or the desert eagle… you gone see the birds flying!

MusicMod:


The praises ain't real

for these brain-dead flows lying before me

Surgery ain't fit, too late for skull drill

euthanasia, best next thing

Y'all like bird in nest on tree, a mid free

typical built loser in my crib, new compliment? i doubt it

I'm a knocker- the killer - your pounder- their shooter, witch bitch👹

Your rhymes suck I know you suck too/
All I wanna do is put my D in your V and fukk you!/

fadal:
Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on, I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs, still on the bricks
I'm dealing with six figures, niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash, but I'm feeling her lips
That slut probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch I'm not feeling my wrist
Dont care if you clap and you filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat, gat still on your hips
If you a thug in your raps, why you pussy in real life?
A love-vendor on the mic and buy pussy in real life

Lay my mack down, I ain't tripping
I ain't slipping, I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe, and I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city, yo
And I learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks, that's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album when the summer due

What you gonna do? I know how I'll humble you
I ain't gonna rumble you, I'll put a gun to you
Look dog, I'm small, kinda slinky
Thats why I always got my paws on the blinky
And I can brawl like Winky
Radiant Rock, you can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
If you cats wore my chain for a month you'd be hunchbacked

Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the roof where the trunk at
See I'm the truth, man I leave dudes nauseous
I had to prove who was the hardest and who's garbage
Imma make moves regardless
Coz I sound better than them veterans and I'm a new artist

fad the bomb, ask ya mom
Coz all of the pretty women think Cass a dime
And all of your little sisters think Cass is fine
Coz my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard

https://genius.com/Cassidy-untitled-8-minute-freestyle-lyrics

MusicMod:

in those faded shirt, filthy tie
you're struggling to sounds right against my damn boring rhymes
weak fake excuse throw? find a balance on this grind

They say my lyrics outstanding/ punches after punches… with these fists? this sissy is who I’m pounding/
Right hook, she staggers… still tryna find balance….
like a busy ant!/

MusicMod:


I can see, you are tryin'
but in your ring, I'll be last'
against far odds of 'the barely alive'
you ain't worthy of a seat in my ride.

I maul in spars/ shoot guns and have you crawling sir/ that’s what you get for bringing those boring bars!

MusicMod:


yeah war fighter
sing along
hmmmmn

Neither did I seize your crutch
nor did i overbonk your crush
why spit jargon, t-o-o - much
is your personality bear-ing a grudge?

you'll be dead in a battle you can't shun
if you won't give those mood swings high attention
then my peak might make you the new costa titch
oh
no reign is ever permanent son, come to think of it!

The four will spray/ since you want to play/ it’s not her death time but she’s getting tucked in a box today/
I’m changing history with these rounds… that’s Doctor Strange!/

MusicMod:
They won't dare add a bar to your name
cos I've whipped the flow of the game
by turnin' high heat to da fame
oh combu-stion, there is now too much on your plate!



©LUiMusic 2023.

Trash rapper
I should let the mac blast her

100Barz:
I Drop Bombs 💣, Bleep expecting if Bullets Are Fired Back,
Am Dressed to Kill more than a Fully Armed Iron Man

You gon see flying cans/ for tryna fight my plan/
Big guns… get bodied with the metals when something light up on your chest like. . .Iron man!/

I won this.. in my heart I know and it would be a big shame to this platform if a visiting or new sees this injustice.

I don't care what y'all say.. I've posted the two verses in DRD and maestro since last night and 3 people already thought I won .. if Daniel Crulley thinks I won then even ibemee's opinion don't count.
I would drop the screenshots later ..
y'all can shove your wack judgements in your rectums.cos its the last time I'll ever waste my time and lyrics here

Cry me a river 😅

Bitchiamjay:
You don’t know who I am, so I’ll excuse your behavior/
After 3 rounds with me, you’ll be on your knees to your savior/

dumb b1tch, these gay talks could get your guts ripped/
My guns click… killed more men than John wick/