"Throwdown" Lyrical beatdowns were never my style But since you called me out I'll rap for a while Talking about how you're going to take me down Rap battle with one of the best emcees around? Bitch, please, I really don't have the time Come on, then, serve up your words Fling'em at me and we'll see if they hurt Come on, is that the best you can do? Whoever said you were a rapper was lyin to you Your rhymes are lame They have no style Your only claim to fame Is you mumbled at me for a while Not as though you actually did any damage I mean, come on, damn man Calling me your dirty little names you picked up in the schoolyard? Dude please don't be a fuckin' ****** Not like those names hurt me any I've heard worse and I've heard too many There's this one little thing you messed up Calling rapping to the beat Hear it in the background? Try doing that if you wanna go toe to toe with me Call me your names, call me a *** Call a dick and call me an asshat Call me anything your heart desires But the fact remains you ain't got the fire To rap with the best and those who're pros You wouldn't know a rhyme if it stepped under your nose Call my mom a whore and my dad a dicksucker? Not that you knew either of them you little fucker I've said this before I'll say it again You can't rap for shit so don't even pretend That you know what it's like to be the Real Thing An MC's what you're shooting for? Where's your aim? With your half-assed rhymes and no lyrical style You're just fucking with me and wastin' my time You can rhyme 'screw' and 'you', how cool I can rhyme 'dumb' and 'fuck' and get you So come on, really insult me, we'll see what you got Don't shed any tears little man if you get shot I'm flowing with the beat so easily Like a breeze through the trees you can't hit me You're about as wack as wack can get You wanna be an MC? I think there may hope yet Unfortunately for the rest of us About the thing you can do is just curse And hurt our ears with your stammered lines I'll say this again, bitch, don't waste my time Getting down to the personal shit Wanna throwdown? You get the first hit So come on, let's have it Just as I thought, just muttering Go on home kid and get some paper and a pen And sit down my friend and think up words that rhyme We can only listen to this You're a *** shit so many times And as I'm up here on the stage, pacin', ragin' You're going down in history for being infamous Notorious like B.I.G for lameass rhymes and no sense of poetry Yeah, go on, get down from the stage Go on home, you knew you were gonna lose anyway You can't cut it with the big timers and those who got the passion Trying to diss me, hit me, with lines that are halfassed man... Yeah, that's right bitch. Walk on home...cry like a little pussy. Yeah, fuck you too. Anyone else wanna step up?
Hey great rap . Incidentally I like the other ones you've posted too . So are the songs going anywhere from here . They are good enough to .