Okay, I keep hearing you use the word "fair", and I don't know if you're making these accusations, but I haven't cheated in this rap battle. That's what I thought you were doing at first, thinking that I had people of my buddy list vote for me, I thought you were trying to get even. I was pissed there for awhile. I didn't know that you rapped for cash, that's pretty cool, I have to say.

I didn't initiate that shit, LpF seen it being done before I realized that's what was happening...

And I think the fact that my "list" is so big, makes me more honest about where votes come from. Proof of that is KARATE, he's on my list and furthermore, we've been working very closley together to maintain the Cut-Out thread. I had nothing to do with him voting...and he voted against me. He just liked Parody better. No problem, I'll just do better next time. It's just how I have to deal with voters choices since "everybodys" a requested "buddy" on my list. They know they're on my list, but I don't pursuade thier choice....I just put the verse up.

So, as long as the message is clear, "No Voter Hustling", I might add it to the rules too. There's no problems, no worries, no funk in the air about this "situation" any further. Besides, I'm not getting any editing done. heh.



I hear you man, let's keep it moving.

I don't think I was on his buddy list, and I voted Pred. Pred just knows what he's doing, who cares if you call it unfair or not- it's the rap BATTLE thread. not the rap EXCUSE thread. Try pulling that at the club, or even at another contest "well he's got his friends .. blah blah .. he's a real recording artist" It don't work like that.

Battle 1 Bracket 2:



Sbdjuggalos
Vs
Xtactics


No Proposition for this match has been made

Go!!

It seems like you've forgotten
The problem that you've got in
Store you in my trunk until you're all rotten
Flow wise I'm top ten
Your as soft as cotton
When you saw me as your opponent you said "No not him"
I've already hit rock bottom
Yet I fall some more
And you battle me knowing you can't score
I love blood and gore
So I'll slit your wrist and watch the blood pour
Fuck you and your wack flows
Threatening hell's castle
You're tongue tied because my rhymes are like a lasso
And you are just a hassle
Messing with this asshole
I'm more underground then the depths of hell
And once you're dead you'll be going there as well
I think your rhymes are going to suck
Your girl's a guy with his nuts tucked
That's why she always wants to be butt-fucked
Your lucks up
It's over
Your style's already been done
Bitching like a pussy I bet you've got one
Let me make it clear so you can understand
You've got a pussy between your butt-cheeks but still call yourself a man
You aint a killer so take that last diss serious
The only time you see blood is when you have your period
I'm saying that you're whack, am I making it clear?
My rhymes are like magic they'll make you dissapear
You couldn't get signed if your name was "Signature Here"
What do you fear?
You fear fear itself
You probably actually have no girl so you "play" by yourself
Oh, did I hit below the belt
With that rhyme that I dealt?
I'm done ripping this fool so let's finish this bout
I'm out

Im feelin that

Do I face the winner of this bracket?

Uh-oh, looks like the Baha Men let the dogs out
Cause this bitch sbd thinking that he can shout
To the greatest MC yes, now it's time to take the test
You're about to fail, bitch, why don't you ask the rest
That tried calling me pussy, I ain't afraid of blood
I killed the juggalos, shot him with a blank dud
Motherfucker think he Pac, cause he likes to rap
But little buster over here can't even swing a gat
He just dropped it on the floor, and shot his own mouth
Stealing lines from Bubba Sparxx, ain't even from the south
Put the coloring book away, you're still in my class
Here, go and write this down: I'm about to kick your ass
Make you go doggy style tonight, and you're the bitch
Fucked your brains out so bad that every now and then you twitch
Like a little snitch, shit, I'm laughing as his rhymes
Cause they're looking very similar to poetry lines
Almost like he Eminem, and this 8 Mile
Put your pen down, juggalos, and at least pretend to smile
As I tear you and your shitty ass rhymes apart
Put you in the crossfire and cook you like a pop-tart
Forever I'm banging and thuggin till the break of dawn
So I really ain't diggin this rapping Elton John
Who stole his lines from John Wayne, count em, at least twice
His shit is so bad it's like Vanilla Ice
Without a pension, broke as a mother-fuck
Taking his lunch break in the back of a coyote truck
That's driving back to Mexico, bring you back where you belong
Dancing for your Mac daddy in that silver lining thong
I'm sure you'd like to catch me and keep me in the back of your trunk
So you could learn a thing or two before your battleship is sunk
About how to rap, not this juggalos crap
Try that shit one more time and you are gonna end up in the trap
Where you're ripped over and over again, till you scream like a bitch
To bad this ain't a nightmare, not your average Blair Witch
No, it's xtactics, and as your judgement draws near
That's 8 letters yo gon remember, 8 letters you gon fear
So come with it next, and don't bring the rapper starter kit
Cause I won't even hafta guess who came up with it
As in your shitty ass rhymes, and just like parkour
I dodge your lasso all day, as if it was horrorcore
Bring what you may, mr J, and we'll see who's best
Cause I'm rapping all day, and you in a bullet proof vest

Something like that, yea.


(may-be something else interesting happening at the end an I don't wanna give away too much)



Very good 1st round

Round 2!!

"who was the last one? pick em out of a crowd , and check will blast em, fuckin with me, you held for ransom, dont ever come back, and i wont shine my gat, cuz in minuto, you bout to die in el segundo, you fuckin puto, frontin on the end but my friend, its soon though, faster than the last thought, in and out of your head, like your philosphys aint even caught, you tryin to teach the checa but im already taught, i arrived all lone, i survived on my own, i dont need no groans,pissing with moan, you tryin to tell whats right, but ima tell you whats wrong,you want me to still rhyme without my name known thats liek at a show, unplugging my microphone, thats like the checa snuffin you in a lighter tone, it aint happening, so stop wishin, if you hands folded checa break em 5 different positions

satans illusion be suicidally proven, 50,000 thousand a year, dont question if we losing, at any instution your rhyme left in confusion, your rhymes so wack, thats it amusing, like at a park, you getting lucky more than a shot in the dark, more like a shot through your heart, a rhyme you cant finsh is a rhyme you never start, leave it to checa, i take boring speeches, and turn them into exciting lectures, controlling hypothesis forever runnin your sector, flawless on the beat (pause) and checas nothing less than perfecta, that my connecta

dont let hells gate mix up your eternal fate, fall short before you live long, thinking that you crazy, you lucky you was thinkin at all, im never quiet, find me at smoking grooves causing riots, im the reason next year they didn't have it, getting more for your money? you fuckin bitch! you thinkin that confusion is funny? laughing at your self, fuck the cards you been dealt, ill royally flush you, off with your head, cuz nobody loves you, too late to say "checa i shoulda never ever had touched you"

the chickens head, laying in the sand, ho's like, "Bitch why you with my man" she like, " oh excuse me! i i didn't know he was yours, so dont try to confuse me" well damn ho's you already are so dont try and fool me, yo son, how think about guns? you thinkin that they silly but they really wired and the real entire shows we all lost up in a crossfire

another misconception that our depression led to our deception, to others impressing, making more of these motherfuckers takin the hardest lesson, in a matter of seconds jumping 10 foot fences, like bums running for pension, smoking my bud, easing my tension, make sure that my dome aint below none of the grassing, keep in fashion, where checa stay blasting, government conspirators like confusion assassins, take them out like subtraction, but dont get flipped up, by the wrong expansion, of life, live in a mansion, somethings fishy, somethings rancid, checa freeing the weed like im emmancing, proclaiming that after we drinkin and dancing

but you wake up in 3 days lying in a casket "

= owns you all for every round

Are you trying to fuck this competition up?

Oh and BTW sbdjuggalos and xtactics your verses were very nice!

EDIT: Nevermind, I don't have time for that.

Your rhymes are lame and plain obsurd
And sound the same like songs by Disturbed
Diss me all all you want I feel no pain from words
Words mean nothing unless you give them power
So feel free to call me shit for hours
Now let's see if words can cause you pain
Coming from a beaner fucked up in the brain
Your ass is lame
And so is your name
You're a waste of life that should have been aborted
What you don't like rhymes that are dark and morbid
Shut up and fuck your role models
I hate Pac so I stabbed him with a broken beer bottle
I'm stuck in full throttle
And your as slow as molasses
You got shit on your face from kissing so many asses
Always trying to appeal to the masses
You're as dry as a desert cactus
You need more practice
So look at me while you begin to suffocate
I hate all MCs bitch I don't discriminate
I judge them on if they're great
But hold up wait
You're going to die now and that's your fate
So you're way too late
Fuck talking about gats and shit
Thug wannabe that's what you try to spit
And all thugs are bitches anyway without the tits
Next time concentrate before you rap
Or were you too busy with a dude on your lap
Your verse stunk more than a fat man's crap
Hell yeah I attack
And don't care who I offend
So take this shit and try to pretend
Like it didn't hurt you
When I'm done with you even your mom will desert you
So shut up and stop bringing weak rhymes
They sound like you wrote them after sniffing coke lines
If you come back again trying to take what's mine
I'll leave you with more stitches than Frankenstein

I gave you a chance to come back and what do I get
A little clown rapping shit who gets his bed wet
I told you not to fuck around, but I guess you ain't well
You ain't listenin to words so Imma take ya to hell
Where you say you gonna send me, and unlike your last post
I just killed ya in the grave and left you a dickless ghost
Who couldn't fuck up a problem even if he wanted to
Says he doesn't like gats, so what the fuck are you
A fool runnin lyrics like they come outta his ass
Too bad he cuts his own self like some fucking emo-grass
Damn shame, I thought I was going to have to try-
To kill a beast with a rap, it's like tryna kill a dandelion
Stepped on you like a bug, shook you up like a rug
While you screaming all the while that I ain't even a thug
Bitch, seems you don't know who fucking with
So I'll let you know- between us, I'm the only one with the dick
Sharp as a prick, eating your clusmy rhymes for lunch,
I can tell you wrote this out cause your rap game's in a bunch,
Almost as if you wrote it out like it was just a prank
I see this time you tried to rob Sinatra's word bank
Talking all tough like you a brick, shit, I'm the one that's meant
To reach the battle with the Pred, and then I leave a dent,
but first I found out that I gotta deal with you cause
Ya tried to ask some others advice but there's only been a few
Who've left alive, sent the rest to the skies
And they laugh at you just like your dad did at the size
Of your dick, cause I know you couldn't sell
Yourself to a bitch, compared to you I'm tower Babel
So step aside, stop this juggalos crap
My name might be xtactics, but your name is straight up whack
You sucked my dicked with a condom on-
Begging me not to commence with this, cause you've been losing all along
You think you gonna win because you're writing in your bed
Shit, the only reason people see you is because I'm in the fucking thread
Tried to throw a low blow, but that's just absurd
Knowing the only reason you around cause I ain't said the word
Wanna call me Frankenstein, saying you gonna leave me in stitches
At least at the end of the day I'm the one leaving with the bitches
You keep saying I'm in love with a dude, that ain't true
What is is that all women turn lesbian when they look at you
So I take what's mine, don't cry, here's a tissue
Let it all out son, cause the fact is that no one is gonna miss you

From what i can see, your rap looks good, Xtactics, but you might want to reformat it so it's easier to read and see the rhyme sequence.

- means pause. I don't know what the more knowledgeable people do to signal that, so I just went with that.

I asked you before this thing even started if you wanted in and you adamatly declared no.....I still have the Pm. I know you don't care about a skull or a dp so, just don't do that again.

Anywho...

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VOTING PERIOD BEGINS WITH THIS POST


48hrs from now I will tally the votes and declare the Victor.

--

I still have to read round two, as soon as I'm done I'll edit here.

That was really good shit from both of you guys.....uuuh this is hard but I think I am going to go with:

XTACTICS

I like his style more. No insult though SBDJ you were damn good.

Edit*- Man, I hate to change my vote, but I read both rhymes over, and Xtactics had an awesome first verse, but let me down in the second. On the other hand, SbdJuggalos had an "okay" verse at the beginning, but had a more superior verse at the end. Both were using some intentional slams that had to do with anatomy and petty shit like that, but between the two, I'm going to go with
Sbdjuggalos

Once again I'm at a dilemma when voting between these two guys (as I was between Parody and Pred). Damn it......well I'll be honest I really liked both of your guys' entries, but if I have to go with my gut feeling, I'm gonna have to vote for......

sbdjuggalos

xtactics you did great too though, but I had to choose one of you.

good verses from both MCs. But my vote goes to Sdbjuggalos, because his ryhmes fuelled my thirst for blood.

mmm mm mmm... this was disappointing from sbdjuggalos... and i was feelin that first entry but its almost like 2 different people wrote it, you would have lost if xtactics had one punch that made me laugh
wait no I found one: "My name might be xtactics, but your name is straight up whack You sucked my dicked with a condom on-" XTactics gets my vote...

I'm going for xtactics because his flow was better, SBD was good too but the flow was too choppy for my liking to be honest - the content was excellent in both of them but I just preferred x's slightly.

Ah to hell with it, I'll just post again....

Now, this match was DAMN close...

It was almost like seein' Jay-Z vs Nas to where, I liked ones style better than the other, but there's a nudge ahead in one emcee for sheer lyricism. I don't want to "vote against" either one, or see either go but I look for lyrics first. That's what really took me so long to vote on this one...I was just like "damn, this was a good match-up".

Sbdjuggalos takes it this time for me. That's just by a hair because I really don't like the style or pattern of rap he used. Specificlly, I don't like "dooms-day" rap(I call it: "Ready to die"..or..."I'm already dead" style rap). It's just not appealing to my taste. Makes me feel like the artist should just go ahead and lay down then.

So yea, Sbdjuggalos Takes this one for sheer lyricism...by a nudge. I would only say to Xtactics...anylize your second verse and do that consistantly cuz that's what about won the match for you. He pretty much ran away with it with that first verse. Had your first verse matched his more aparently....hands down cuz your method is better.....to me. Come back in here after all the bracket stuff cuz, I wanna see more from you.

Good job Sbdjuggalos.

I'm gonna be gone today so, I'll update and set up the next battle later...