HD Fusious, im calling you out.

Lets do a 1v1 rap son.


After we're done, we shall let the crowd decide.
Lets not abide
The crowd shall not lie, besides.


You up for it son?






20 lines, must rhyme, and bring your a-game.

ight, spit it.
Just quit it.
We all know you slit it
You're about to be put to shame
Cuz you f-ing lame
Come on, don't play this game
We all know you wear that g-string
Your girl got you whipped
OH MAN!
You just slipped in another girl
Now you're in the hospital
Takin' that pill that keeps you still
Your mind is bottling
Now your wife is calling
She suspects you're cheating on her
She's callin you a playa
You say, "No baby, I love you"
You say, "Remember that hiku, that I wrote you in 3rd grade?
You could never be played"
Damn Dude
You're screwed
now you're cheating on your wife, get a life
We don't want you here, it's pretty clear.

Thats a saved one, but iiight. Heres one of mine.

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Yeah, I spit mics like Marshall, I hold 'em by the neck
Only the realest hip hop is here, that's right - with mic checks
I blow b***hes by the barrel on seconds by the minute
You can't spit to my mic so why the f**k do you spit in it?
When I'm done spitting, there's nothing left of my opponent
My rhymes are are unbelievable, with every component
My words are inconceivable, but they keep you in the moment
I don't rap to cherish it, I rhyme to try and own it
I rap about **** that people care about
Sometimes I don't need words - I just stare them out
I made alotta haters but they just make me more famous
My success, is unfortunately, not contagious
But when we start rhyming, well, nothing can contain us
And the passion of hip hop proceeds to invade us
Hip hop didn't help us, it just kinda remade us
Rock and country ain't never gon' be on our status
But there used to be real hip hop - goodbye, they bade us
No more Tupac on the wireless to keep our spirits stayed up
But no use crying over spilt milk, what's done is done
Ain't no one gonna take the crown off Me - what's won is won

My success, is unfortunately, not contagious
I think that line makes me vote for tr1cks

Lol tr1cks owned.

lol fus won by far, he insulted him with VERY limited cusses that takes skill

Quote :

No more Tupac on the wireless to keep our spirits stayed up

That line doesn't even make sense.

Red wrote:

lol fus won by far, he insulted him with VERY limited cusses that takes skill

hatr.

@Fuscious: "No more tupac on the mp3 to keep rap lovers alive"

Dangggggg

Assuming those are original, both of you are pretty sick.

Round 2:

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Raps theses days, they are all a bunch of ****
Like "Yo nigga, **** *****, gun without a permit"
But not me, you know that ain't my style
When I spit my words, your throats fill with bile
Because I am the king, you all kiss my ass
I will be the one to win, I alone will outlast
I am the man of this god damn house
You're just the maid, you got the apron and the blouse
My lines are hot and cold, they burn and give frostbite
When you hear them you turn pale like Snow White
Spitting rhymes into the mic is what I do best
You know it is true, but you still decide to protest
That you are possessed, but I will not invest
In your conquest, because I am the one thats blessed
You're just obsessed, and you have just regressed
In this test, you now qualify as a pest
When words come out of my mouth, jaws drop nation-wide
They can kill just like carbon-monoxide
Ripping off your limbs just like Jigsaw
Now all of you have one aim, and it is to withdraw

!! This is good. But it seems like Tricks has waaaaaaaaaaaaayyy more experience.
His words are good. Style is great. He could improve on delivery(like if he sung this to a beat, it probably wouldn't go right)

fus gonna put a round 2 or what?

Hey bro that's low.
Ima bust on yo face like you been to a baby showa. You stupid cowad.
Sit your ass down and ima make you frown.
I'm gonna spit all ova yo face and make you look like a clown.
I'm stylin' on you as Scribbles says.
Your rhymes suck like George Lopez.
Come on, you don't even know what you're talking about.
All you do is scream and shout.
You have no delivery.
Your rhymes are a conspiracy.
They go together like a bad evil plan.
You know? Like In Disney movies? The villan, always loses.
Watch me strike these last few lines like lightning.
Just stop trying.
Stupid kid. I think we need a lid for your box.
Cuz you know your rhymes need to be packed away.
Nobody wants you to stay.
Just stay away, cuz you f-ing gey.
Come near here, ima bust your rib.
This is my crib.

FUS FOR ROUND 2!!

tricks 4 me

My vote for Round 2: Tr1cks.

Wow, 2-1 in round 2. Guess this is over. Fus, we could go another round or you could tell a mod to lock.

Tr1cks

Lets go another round.
I'm gonna slam you on the f-ing ground.
Your name is brown like sh-t
You're throwin a fit, you can't even get near a girls cl-t.
How many battles you ever had? 1 or 2?
You think you're good at rapping
Get the fu-ck of my ****.
You're not slick.
You come at me like Barney.
You're just a foney.
You can't get laid.
You can't blow this roof off with a lighter with lighter fluid.
Get the f-ck off with these lame raps, they're stupid.
I'm like a flame druid.
I come at you with a solid flame, about to burn you down.
I'm as good as slim shady.
I'm shootin' at you with an m80.
You know your girl Katie? I f-cked her because she's a fine lady.
She told me you didn't give it to her. She asked me if I could show her a good time with just a dime.
It didn't take much, I had a lime and rubbed it all over her. You know this is gettin' to you, making you as mad as Lucifer. You're not f-cking super.
Success is the key to everything, I respond immediately.
Don't worry about me, I'm fine baby, he's not as good as me. He's got a big bushy.
He's playin' around with Adam Lambert. He's f-cking dirt.

I r the leetest of the leet
better than u
i own ur face off and u know it too
u jealous and g-a-y u think u all that
but when it comes to rap i own u like that
i r a white boy with no skills but i say rite nao
u suck at this game and aint skilled no how

A variety of lyrics I have, from old style to the fresh
Commmonly used phrase applied: don't mess with the best
That's me, Tr1cks the dictator and creator of haters
The greator of haters, waited on hand and foot
With brand new, fresh lyrics spitted after freshly designed
Fus'n Sky combined, remind, me of the end of mankind
They're both daringly deplorable, couldn't be more horrible
On a rating of cuteness. They're zero. I'm adorable
Wakin' up at six thirty A.M. an everyday thing for me
Rappin **** better than eminem, workin harder too, ya see
Born to be adorn, that's my purpose on earth, this planet
Scorned and sworned due to jealousy. **** them haters, damn it
I bring pain to Lil Wayne, my critically insane domain name is entertain. Dot com
Oh. Fus. By the way. I knocked up your mom. At my last prom
She was young at the time, as was I. By the way, I'm fourty!
She sucked my **** easily, because she was a shorty..
Later that night, from darkness to light, I hit that hoe
****. I almost forgot, Fus. I'm your father, did ya know?
Listen up Man. My **** spreads all the way worldwide
Your cried eyes show the exact reason your album was denied


Give up now?

TR1CKS AGAIN. DANGGGGGGGGG!

SO SICK.

Fus, Stop bro its not worth it.

Tr1cks.