Presently, you can see what this might just be
It's a good rap showdown downtown BotB
I hope you came prepared, let your vocabulary free
Or else you'll be hurtin' like an arrow to the knee

One minor thing, homies - don't cut the line
Take your time, feelin' fine, writin' slick quick rhymes
That's all for you fellas, now it's your time to shine
Tonight, it's all on you; on rap we shall dine!

Wait man, did you really just spit a meme
See, me and my crew work together as a team
But when I'm alone, dark thoughts form rhymes
that commit crimes verbally and often times;

I find myself rhyming without even knowing it
I don't mean to be an MC, but I'm showing it
not blowing it, but sowing and growing the skill
and like Beastie Boys, I got my skills paying bills!

I am a master, a great man of disaster
No wait, actually, I'm just a shy little bastard
These words tie my tongue up, I can't go any faster
This wont be a long laster, it's a goddamn choking hazard

I'm doing quite okay though, aren't I guys?
Don't be fooled, I'm not eminem in disguise
It might not come as a big surprise
I'm making fried rice, throwin' in spice, lookin' real nice, time flies, *dies*

rest in peace lukas eriksson, my dick is so GOAT
andy milonakis growth, 80 inches cock in your throat

#ownd

*cue sick beat*

oh yeah mmm hmmm yeah uh hhuh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah

yeah yeah

my nigga beard in the house
dressed up in his new blouse
looks good on his hot bod
cruisin on his BIG ROD

he's gonna get some goat dick
and then he's gonna get sick
'cause he's a big scum bag
for using a damn *cut beat out* hash tag!!!!!!

*beat comes back*

*i walk farther and farther away from the camera while beard looks at me*

Put your cock in a dead guy? Seems pretty obscene
Necrophilia is not in the slightest clean
Your 80 inch cock is not one to be eaten
But yes, I consider myself to be #beaten

golgi that's crazy.....

spechles

But you see, your logic was a bit dumb-founded
Your presumptuous claims of hashtagging were not grounded
I was actually posting the last four digits
of my phone number, in which you'll never get...it

<3

I'm the new kid, moving in, getting it done
And I'm officially the candidate for having some fun

Hey, hey, sorry, fellers. Hope I'm not intruding.

I just thought that rapping maybe might be a cool thing

to try. And besides, it seemed like you guys really needed some variety,

given that you only got a couple guys here. Love, DimWi-ety <3

Oh, and, by the way, Beard... no sex with Lukas after death.

How'd you like to arrive in heaven with MY balls on your breath?

I would heavily enjoy your balls tainting my breath, you see

I consider you a great business partner and friend to me

Oh, dear, it seems my reprimand has gotten out of hand.

Yeah, I shouldn't have brought my nuts into this, but this won't stand!

I hardly know you, guy! You wanna slanderize my reputation

when I only just discovered this rhyming musical vocation?

Yes! Doubly so, my very best of all friends.
The nuts may seem excessive but are a means to an end!

It's only the start of your downfall, I assure that more than twice;
And if you object to my intentions, the result won't be nice!

Bet you don't even shave your dirty pair, you brute,
and your rhymes are so lame, they make your point moot!

(And I don't mean the musician.)

a sonnet for my FRIENDS: (caw)

A battle waged upon lyrical might,
My friends engaged in that pursuit this way.
A bigger clash could not be found in sight,
Though I'm, myself, about to hit the hay.

The glow from bombs exploding up above,
awakened me from mostly peaceful sleep.
Such soot upon my feathers, white as dove,
will stain them, see? These stains do tend to keep.

What I can't find in lies I've found in truth.
Such fabrications, spat upon the tile!
Exchange, with sweetened lies, to rot my tooth,
is altogether bland, not worth my while.

A (caw)tionary tale, I tell you here.
The meaning of my tale? It is quite clear.

too long didn't read
spreading the botb seed
battles scar
battles make you bleed
indeed i ride a steed
of vocalosity
mumbling clarity
my mind, where it be?
Plasticine portable potable flavor water cans
tucan Sam fighting the man
with pheromone glands
acrid nectar
boa constrictor choke hold
the memory folds
like golden mold holding an olds mobile together
twerking powder
assonance power
this is the learning hour
i stutter with a mouth full of flour
howdy doo cockle doodle doo?
scooby doo, where you be at now dog?

yo yo hey man

shakespeare didn't deserve any fame
fuck the sonnets
they make me wanna vomit
his stories are really lame
he didn't even write them
all he did was compile them
like a storyline's a program
he didn't write a gram
maybe a few asides
but his writing gives bad vibes

will has a formula
to create fake euphoria
all he did was steal a story
and take all the glory
from an italian storywriter
who pulled an all nighter
crafting the fuckin plotlines
then billy looks for dollar signs
breaks into their house
what a damn louse
then he pulls the trigga
kills that damn nigga
takes his damn work
creates a big circle jerk
of huge fuckin tools
and shitty shitty fools

(background voice: wow i just came all over the pages!)

[in the black guy from thrift shop's deep voice]
wow that's unfortunate

Sherwyn, I know you hate Britain, and I don't blame,
but your comprehension of history makes you sound like a dame.
Shakespeare would never harm a fly,
nor a novice composer whose pans are fry.

Your false and injust accusation of theft,
is making me feel verily oppressed.
There were no American dollars in the 16th century.
You are hereby guilty of slander and perjury.

You like this site, so please stop being a troll,
or else I will slap you around a bit with a large pole.
If you do this again I will imprison you in Baghdad,
because your founding fathers just became very sad. :(

forget the pole, bust out the trout
slap him enough he gets the gout
it's a shady Shakespearean bout
i doubt the clout so get out
right now boi!

Let's veer away from this bullshit speak of the
Poets and playwrights and douchebags that reek, let's
Properly rap about current events like the
Bodies of hookers I have in my vents

And let's change the metronome, four-four to three
I'm rapping in triplets, so speed is the key

Let's talk the Oscar Pistorius trial
Dude shot his girlfriend, that goes in the file
But dude is some Olympic gold medal winner
Means a good lawyer, the case wearing thinner

Also some snooker, a sport I don't get
You hit things with sticks; if they pocket you're set
But somebody new cleared the championships
I can't say much 'bout this, I'll button my lip

To be honest, I'm not caught up with the world news
I ain't been on tumblr for a reblogging cruise
I usually hear 'bout the world on my dashboard
Murders and social policing and cash hoards

Oh, and if you frequently tumblr too
URL's mkcannothelpyou

what is this 8 bit poop crap
promoting your tumblr in your rap
why do you do this
do u want a kiss??

*me kisses u* oh wait ~ Just Kidding ~
i'd rather hug than do some kissing
kissing's for tools
in the pool
i derailed this rap shit
i gotta fix it
aaaaa probably can't, no
someone pick up my flow

alright nah i'll throw your flow across boats
ocean explosions, crowbar notions, choke-holding goats
based god told me i should get in the rap game
to bring some positivity but it seems i've missed my aim

rapper who's dapper, clapper to rhythms that get you
madder, than a brown cow now how do we view
society, commonly we go along with it
what we see on tv is what we spread through digits
or text messages, check out this news story
isn't it revolving how people live lifes? isn't it disgusting how they do things contrary to what i want them to do?

(wait f**k...i'm off the beat....)

perhaps it's masking self to realization
that corruption is in everything in all nations
cranium formation, now we on the next level
watch as rhymes stick out, effect like bevel

perhaps it's disgusting how the media has 'facts'
that we share because they tell us this guy is wack
this guy is wrong, this parent's a bad one
and if you disagree, the masses think you're junk

now, continuation of my previous sentences
and sentience like reincarnation brings out the lizards-es
in us, but i'm getting off track, so i'll pass the mic to the next MC
maybe they'll see B's knees, or what he means

leavin' the capitals off starts of sentences
this ain't no formal battleground, keep your senses
i'm takin' this mic and i'm takin' you down
i'm an amateur mc, but you're pale like a clown
this is the round circus 'round town, so i've found

truncatin' my words, either 'cause i'm lazy
or i snip off a syllable 'cause i'm a little crazy
really, rappin' is an art perfected
by countin' the phonemes in your flow, isn't it
weird how the english language gets tested

i wonder if they rap in other kinds of talk
walk the walk, let's go to germany's folk
willkommen, guten morgen, i don't know what to do
really, i'm not a stereotypical white dude
(asian by descent and on my skin - you're rude)

i'm gonna throw the mic up to the next challenger
we're all just circlejerkin' mock artist kanyes
i'll say rappin's my hobby, too soon to be seen
by the rap overlords, or her majesty the queen
to be honest, i'm just a little angsty teen

you know how tag works -- no tagbacks
but you seem to have given back the micattack
to me, the best MC, who eats up lyrically
other foes can't stand a chance against B

big b, that means i'm big beard
don't judge the name just cause it's weird
it's here, the best blessed rap master
who faster, plasters up the lines forever after

i'm a miracle, not spiritual but lyrical
sometimes bearable, absorb rhythms like spericles
you lose and go cruise in a river of fire
you might as well retire, cause you sure ain't for hire

no buyers listed, miss-ted your inferior flows
eaten by crows, is your fate and everyone knows
it gets hectic, and i direct it back at your rhetoric
my vernacular is spectacular, try to keep up with it

I got this motion in my soul
to keep the flow, the rhythm controlled

still,

I kinda don't know here what I'm doing
I might just be ruined,
a little fish in a pond that's stewin'

but

I'll still step up to the mic to compete,
continuin' this here ... lyrical beat
'cause that's what I need
for competition's my creed

and

now it's time for me to hand off the mic
I'm kind of running out of things here for me to type
as it's getting difficult to think of what to write
so take it from me, this silly little gleaming long pipe

this mic here, is a vicious metal tube
don't drop it now, not like it's covered in lube
it's just the tool we use
for layin' words down like glue
and for representin' the botbuh motto ALL N00BZ!

damn, homie, get yo' miiind outta the gutta'!

http://a.pomf.se/bxlhqq.mp3

Don't try to front
You can't match my style
Jacket is gorilla
Shoes crocodile

aw DAMN!!!! that's a real sick flow but ayo check this check this

it happens periodically, i guess it's the bot in me
but when i'm on BOT-B i tend to wreck MCs
just so happens that half of the time i rhyme
without even realizing it, really should be a crime
...


SIX STORY RED....HOT DAMN HEELS
FISHNET WRAPPED AROUND HER LEGS LIKE EELS
THIS HOE IS....WHITER THAN WINTA
THEM TITS FAKE LIKE GOD DAMN SPLENDA

DAMN!!!! (airhorn) (damn son where'd you find this) (real trap shit)

yeah yeah. yeah. yeah. damn right
hell yeah. hell fucking yes i might
spit some rhymes but probably not

jesus died for our sins
now we try to make amends
i love you jesus christ
i love eating chicken w/ rice

so nice, roll the dice, splice
my vocals into the DNA of mice
whip-crack system, get back hit im
spit im, jot em down and write venom

jump out of the page just to incite robberies
of the lottery, 6 million, it's a holocaust of MCs
i got a german shepherd so she's all in for it
i got a german relative, he's also all in for it

[hook]
I LOVE YOU JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIST x7

FUCK

Geez guys, what's with all this shit?
People trying to roast others with a shriveled tit?
Let's be a little fair, and try not to dare.
When this MC's in the house, just everybody stare.

Your rhymes are fake, like they're made in China.
Your Raps are stale, like your mom's Vagina.

PEACE.

Johns, you've insulted the honor of my mother.
You've made my blood boil like exactly none other.
A shriveled tit, hm? Like the one you were raised on?
You claim superiority, but where is your praise? Gone.

Delayed song response i'm ensconced in bloodshed,
I see red, dreading instead of bedwetting. Head,
away from here, lest your buttocks be skewered.
So glue yourself together, you smell like a sewer.

sewer? brew 'er right up in that witch soup
i'm co-operating in the execution of this dupe
but this ain't a fanfic wrote up, it's rhymes penned
cause blind men apparently write some now to join in

crank the voil-ume, it's pennyroyal oil
these rappers need lots of covering with some foil
aluminum zoom past your crew with known doom
thought up about 5 days ago in a dream bloom

premonition, my mission is to provide raps and dither them
infiltrate your ranks like pliskin in the interim
and don't expect residuals
it's hypocritical when tools like to rip at fools

[insert verse here i'm lazy]

I am very sad this is not a fanfic wrote up.
It's rhymes penned, and my pen is broke up.
Once again I'm reminded of golgi and shakespeare
Alas, 'tis forbidden too, this is not my year :(

I would have loved to write about Baycun's cok,
unfortunately this is not the purpose of this thread.
Nor should I write about me and Dozzyrok,
making sweet love on a heart-shaped bed.

I wonder why am I trying to write poetry,
in that which is supposed to be
a rap battle of the bits
Do I really belong on the streets,
or am I just a gay little flower
in my suburban ivory tower?

I'm a whole new level beyond your scale,
I could send my fists to your face like mail.
I'll trap you down in a cage like Rio,
While you smother yourself in your digusting Bio,
You just underestimated me, better take some Geo,
So when you rap against me, go ask for some advice from your auntie or Tio!
{Bass Drop}

Beyond my scale? Pentatonic or Ionian?
The reign of terror I'm unleashing on you is draconian,
you're phony in your clambering for cage match fury,
Late stage cancer, bacteriophage slurry,

Better hurry if you're gonna invoke my musk,
It'll eat you alive, and spit out a husk.
If there's one thing that botb knows well,
There is nothing more horrifying than my smell.

(props to slimeball for pulling out that sick ABAB in that second quatrain)

The fictional rage you speak of shows an abnormality,
The words in my head I speak of distorts your reality,
What kind of infection are you? Bact or Virus?
You claim to wreck my immunity just like Miley Cyrus?

You awaken my slumber, the very demon inside.
The gears are moving quickly, your chance to die or hide,
As I slowly advance to this musical website,
I won't show no mercy; I will fight the good fight.

Your stench doesn't phase me, my nose is numb.
Will it protect you from a monsoon? Not really, its dumb.

HUUURRRICAAANNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE FORCE.(WUB WUB) X4

I thank thee Flaminglog,
for thine appreciation
and thine massive log,
a true champion of this nation.

This is a battle however, so this concludes my ode
We're supposed to be calling each other a chode!
I hear Miley Cyrus being shouted among an ocean of wubs
I do not understand: both these things are for scrubs.

I prefer oldskool hiphop, from the Elizabethan day
back when hiphop was considered really gay~
I do not feel at ease with this vagrant skrillexing
Even Apollo would judge this as most vexing

Johnsfuentes, there be a demon inside thine soul!
Find a healer quickly, or find thyself strapped to a pole
and burned at the stake, squandered thine nine lives
for naught, in the footsteps of Henry VIII his wives.

Dost thou, Johnsfuentes, wish for such an end
to take thy soul and thine nine lives?
Then I must grieve (part III) like a thousand housewives,
for thou art my friend.

I sense myself getting too friendly again. *rattle*
This is not in the spirit of a rap battle
Perhaps I am not made for this
I mean THIS 8===============D

THIS HERE IS THE HOOD
THE STUFF WE DEAL IS GOOD
WE AIN'T CUTTIN' IT OH NO
IT'S THE REAL DEAL, FO SHO

WHITE GANGSTAS WE ARE ROUGH
LIFE ON THE STREETS IS TOUGH
THIS IS THE LIFE DOWN IN THE ALLEY
I hope this is a proper finale.

(Enter harpsichord and viola da gamba performing a nimble galliard)

Where's my snare?

I have no snare in my headphones

I can't hear my vocals

oh ok here they are...uh....yea//.//....


You claim to hear no snare, and it's rare
to pair the words 'MS' and 'good', clar-
ify how often you lie when you say
you've got a claimed jam, bangin up the bay

Hanging up the rays of sunshine on my wall
Taking up the role as king, playing hard ball
Drawing the words through my vocal cords,
rupture split em' unfaithfully, rapture gets bored

Now back once more, spiritually to splay lyrically
Periodically, it's the sock-bopper rocker in me
That comes out in the mood of right attitude
Sometimes rude, and never in TV news mood

By the way, Baycun you're too nice --
rice up your rapping skills and take my advice
Learn how to internally rhyme on time,and
climb up the grind, go right like lemon and lime

or something

Hey, I'm back from an honest day's worth of roof construction,
Now, I'm back to bring my raps through a wind of destruction,
Your tag teaming with Flaminglog? Why don't you go suck his dick?

A average rapper won't even stand against this American Spic.
Rockstar energy drinks can't even make me hype.
While you look at the first word of each sentence, you can't comprehend what I type.

So much to roast, so much to toast, so much that I can't contain my boast.
Hey now, I'm a rockstar. Why can't you go out, get laid?
LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WUB WUB WUB WUB WUUUUUUUUUUUUB WUB WUB WUUUUB WUB.

Eating this bowl of cereal with my cornflakes,
While I enjoy a handful of my favorite Florncakes,
Drinking champagne with Mr. Chubaca,
I then enjoy a handful of weed and a bottle of vodka,

Internationally known, that's right, I'm the new meme.
I enjoy a mouthful of jelly and crème.
Cheese and sprinkles, do you get that my peoples?
Today I went to grab some tools from the Home Depos

Today's a funny joke, like them funny folk.
Hater's bringin in that fake ass coke.
Could you see the big neon sign saying I DON'T FUCK A GIVE.
who wants pizza rolls, roll them blunts and let the rabbits live.

DRUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

That is how you rap in BOTB. Will you forgive me?
didn't think so.

"I'm the new meme."

i fucking quit. i'm not coming back from that.

you a bitch-ass hoe who likes it RAW with that anal pain
i guess i'm too big of a guy for you, i'm actually bane

*unsheaths microphone...*
tsh....nothin personal kid....

I remember being told that winners don't use drugs!
Guess that explains these lame rhymes you've plugged.
You can be a meme, tired after 5 uses, soggy, groggy;
all fed up when you saw me! Bounce back like a froggy --

My lyrics pierce through, I hear you but I don't see you
being mentioned as the winner of real street rap feuds.
And of course my mission is to demolish all opponents,
don't disown it, I've already blown up your components!

You claim you smoke blunts, maybe that's how you get loose
I get all goosed-up drinking some apple juice;
Today's a funny joke, yes, I happened to read your post!
It made me all choked-up from the tears it envoked...

Of laughter, obviously. I'm Ready to Die, I can be blind
and still write -- not stale, Braille up half of these rhymes
I'm happy you're hard-working with that roof construction,
maybe one day you'll be able to step in my junction.

fuck the police comin straight from the underground
young nigga got it bad cause he's brown

10/

Warning: meme overload
123879879 meme overload
$#%#@^@#$% meme overload@#%^$!'
SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI SOI

I just got off this helicopter developed by Microsoft Sam,
While I listen to "ice cream cake" like it's my favorite Jam,
I search up to enjoy the most fucked up youtube poop,
Then I decide to eat a pie made from a chicken's coop,

I will wipe out every rapper with my LAZAR beam,
Hey guys, your full of shit, is that a meme?
I'll obliterate this entire website with a bowl of spaghetti.
I won't show no mercy and nor will express any regretti.

I'm gonna nuke this domain with my bass cannon,
After that, you would rather get raped by ganon,
Double rainbow to the triple rain down bodies hit the floor,
I cross-referenced two songs that you didn't ignore.

You think to yourselves "O man I'm so done."
Well I'm not done, i'll keep reminding you about Nanomachines, Son!
*dubstep bomb drops*

absolutelydisgusting.png

i cannot currently recover from that meme dropping

just a small frog but I'm big on SWACK
slangin guacamole as I turn the beat BACK
muscles so jacked, only one thing I eat-o
five hundred pounds of fresh-rolled burrito

^This guy speaks swohili.

IT'S BUMP TIME, Y'ALL



i ain't comprehendin this shit
it's all amateur hour in the virtual house
tryna pump yourself up as this bigshot hit
workin rhymes full time like it's cat n mouse
metaphors, disses, tryna make people sit
direct insults ain't gettin you nowhere
you're breakin lines an hopin poetic license saves your lit
don't sound like a fuckass with a batterin ram
smashin doors intruding uninvited on my property
you coverin the cost of anythin you break
just hope that sample you stole from some queen track
aint picked up by the big authorities up top
i'm talkin your techniques down like you talk some newbie rapper down
sounds all cheesy but it's fuckin important to learn
wear your face right n don't show smiles, show frowns
or you a clown in the underground hip hop scene fuckin round
yeah let's all use big words to prove our point Discern
Mediocre Refutes Under Gravels are we fuckin twelve
shit makes me cringe to read when you pretend it works
unless you try to pull off some mc frontalot
and he's a fuckin genius lyricist, what you got
on any of your smarm-ass tracks