Rap Battle 10 bars, mate: Time to start junkin' on this poor kid called Minus Stuck up little bitch rappin' shit from the blindness Now I aint here to lay a good first impression Just to prove a point here so errbody sees this session Should feel lucky in the spotlight, could call it a bless, son Ya wont be actin cocky after im this raps said n DONE Tryina beat me, you like the drunk guy verse the hill Aint gonna happen son im jus too damn trill Time to end this rap, hot as a volcanic disaster This is the reason you'll live sadly ever after Reply if you wish to get owned again..
This n**** PFortyy's actin like he's all cold Callin' me a kid when he's only 19 years old Only postin' 10 bars when he come up fightin' Couldn't even come up with 16 if he was ghost-writin' N**** this shit is weak/You're lookin' like a freak All actin' hard while we're playing cards waitin' for ATS to leak (say the letters not the album name) A volcanic disaster? I'm dyin' of endless laughter Outrappin' you for miles and I'm high as a rafter So go and accept your fate/Your flow is second rate Goin' out to buy that Forty but n**** you're two hours late.
10 lines you mean? I mean I'm not trying to be a stickler here but they wouldn't strictly be bars per line. Also a standard rap verse is generally 16 lines. 1/2 verse for your 1/2 ass. As it appears you are lost and confused Dumbstruck and stuttering, you just heard the news Your verse fell short, an overestimated fuse Flickering away with all these chances you blew You're blue in the face tryin' to make your point with no luck It's over chump, throw in the towel, your shit sucks We're running this, rollin' like we don't give a fuck Droppin' the heavy blows bitch, like we runnin' dump trucks Sssssssss.
I'm not gonna be rappin' cause that's just not my thing But last night I put my french fry into your girl's onion ring