Babyfacethug WINS

[OJ [911]]

im hungry need a ***** ta beef on.

when u accept ill post

Rules:
3 rounds

10 verses a round.  

[Leland-Kun]

ight'. challenger starts so... go.  

[OJ [911]]

ok hold on.  

[OJ [911]]

Aight here i go.

First name Leland
last name Kun
Forget about his game
Cause he onviously has none/
I got some nice rhymes, inside my mind wanna hear some
Lee cant cause he got a perverted mind, so all he can spit is c**/
Im on strike
Cause fake a** niggas, is what i dont like/
Yo im livin it up
I can see him liftin the white flag he about to be givin it up/
In your sig it says:
I like makin up rap
You might aswell be at the toilet makin crap/
It also says you like craing for your girl
But i say, buy her plastic surgery, sight of her makes me hurl/
Fo real
This ***** is simply an appestizer in my beef meal/

I dont think this ***** is christian
Cause his rhymes are hypocritical, he aint in a good position/
i hear it in your rhymes "We hate God Lucifa!"
I dont wanna hear it if your not in the 3 6 Mafia/
I be singin "Red rover red rover"
Someone run this ***** over!  

[jackstraw829]

The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion.  

[True Hip Hop]

Angel!c P!mp

The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion.

i agree 3nodding  

[Graphitty-King]

Ya'll wanna see real ryhmes? Check my personal bank of disses (From previous battles)


I kno U think U a hardcore motherf*cker but lets be real
***** to beat me U must bugg'n like crazy man, what's the deal?
Let me stop contemplating bout it and tell U how I feel
I'm bout to dice U up and serve U to ma dog for a meal

U kno the term like father like son? Well I'd inform U gladly
That I wasn't raised to be a b***h ***** so U can't be ma daddy

And second dumbass, I don't have a sister so that ryhme's gotta go
And unlike yo mom, mine's not a sleezy hoe
I had to get some s**t out the way, just so U kno
Now the bashing can begin, my gun is out yo,
And the targeter is aimed right at ya ego

Hey, this *****'s a circus wondering clown
And if U try to step up, I'ma shut U down
Battles are like boxing to me and U want another round?
My punches are fatal and will put U 6 feet under tha ground

U always tried to grow up to be a thug, but thats all bout to be stopped
And don't gloat, Ur only here because the condom popped

This is just an auction *****, and I get the highest bid
After U hear my s**t U gona regret what U did
U better go ahead and close ya mouth like a open lid
Mutherf*cker don't be embaressed by a 14 year old kid

***** to beat me U better find a geni and make a wish
Give me a sec, to put water back in IceyPimp's mom's dish..............

I'm soory that took so long, my bad I had to ditch
But U kno after all ya mom's both the meanings of the word "b***h"

Ya'll kno that the name is enough to catch U, I don't need a pitch
But I geuss U need good PR when ppl consider U their b***h

Ma d**k is big like a donkey's and harder than a diamond stone
And like I said U a b***h, thats how I kno Ur hasn't grown

I don't get extra props for being 14 man, are U sure?
The bars in hit U wit must have U stumble'n in a blurr

I'm a true champ. so I get permission to flawnt it
I'll shove a record tape in ya ear with Ur s**t on it

So U can hear how bad U are, "A taste of Ur own medicine"
***** U better calm down, I recommened some Ridlen

U need it pretty bad, cuz U all up on hype
Ur like the s**t on ma a** that I'm about to wipe

Flush U down the toilet and rid U for good
Thats just a sample of what happends if I see U in my hood

***** I don't pic cards, blood is what I draw
I'm the Graphitty-King and I'ma use ya fluid to tag a wall
And if itz not blood, I break bones all and all
I will make sure U drink both ya milk and ya food through a thin straw
and if U get punked out by a kid, U lose ya gurl, it should be law
I asked her did she want a loser, and replied with a "Hell naw!"
So if she want a real man, teller to gimme a call
And that'll give U a lot more time alone with Ur anadiment sex doll

A battle is good sex, I'ma just take it slow,
First I though U wanted this all on tha low
Keep this battle secret so no one would kno
But U wanna be introduced to evryone, like p***y from a hoe
U crave for more beatings than crack to an addict yo
-
I can compare the rap game to the Apprentice Show
The game is my company and I'm the CEO
GK and Trump, we real similar, U can call'em ma bro
Since we fam. there's a qoute from him I'd like to borrow
"Ur Fired!!!" Now b***h pack yo s**t and go!!

U really wanna talk about embaressment? Man, nobody iz feel'n U
If we was both locked in a freazer man, I still wouldn't chill wit Chu

Tha police have me on tha spot light, got me top on tha search
I had ya gurl scream'n "Oh God!" and we wasn't even in church

Little boy put ya plastic guns down, before the point comes where U get hurt
Before somebody get capped and ya blood gets to squirt

This is simple math, let me spit U a fact
My ryhmes will tear U up, and leave nothing intact

I belong up with the legends- Biggy, Pac nd Hova
You ran out of lives mario, now itz "game over"

Man, I run up on U and choke U with ya own Crip bandana
Better get running to that clockwork like Juelz Santana

Itz not rain, but itz gonna be blood that I'll soak
I hope U try'n to be funni cuz Ur game's a big joke

Don't care who U beat before, cuz I ain't like them other guys
I'm a marvel lyricist, a wonder to ya eyes
I'm just a wolf in sheep's clothing, a beast in discise
Whoever says U good just feed'n U bold faced lies

Have U ever heard silence is golden? Well let me tell U whassup
U'd have more gold than Fort Nox if ya shut the f*ck up

I'm like Osma in tha game and ya'll niggas wanna hunt me
But I'ma be like George Bush now, and kick ya a** out my country!

Yeah *****, ya CD get passed around
And it'll end up in the trash or litter thrown on tha ground

Man U'sa poor puppy dog with ya tail between ya legs, yo
***** Ur the b***h man, I can't believe U didn't kno!!

U can keep ya s**t verses, none of'em are needed
I got my own s**t and by it U will be defeated

Yeah Itz tha Graphitty-King *****, ask about me!
I'm the cruches in the rap game, it won't hold up without me
U got ya a** burned to a crisp *****, yell it loudly
Before I shut U up for good, no more using ya mouth G!

I leave U wit a big a** whole, a crater in ya chest
And ya Fam. find a limbless body,
and wonder "Where's the rest?"
And all I can tell them is, "He ******** with tha best,"
"He wanted to mess,
so I gave'm tha MC test,
And he failed like a high school drop out, no less
I squashed that bug, I exterminated that pest
And now U see what U get when U ******** wit that best!!"

Ha ha ha!!! Let me laugh for a minute
I was a trap in tha bush and U don stepped in it

Now ya a** is trapped and like U said "...ain't no escape"
I hope U brought some protection now get ready for a rape!

But itz not virginity or innocence I'm gonna take
But all his dignity, and all Ur fear will awake

Now U can't sleep at night, and U feel someone is watching
U jump at the mear sound of the door knocking

I just have that everlasting effect on punk MC's
I have U begging for mercy, crying at ma knees
I grab ma balls and say "U ain't got none a these!"
I make U my polite b***h with "Thank You's" and "Yes, Please"

We should put U on stage cuz Ur gangsta's just an act
Ya career like Jay-Z movie, about ta Fade To Black
U think U tough cuz U got niggas behind ya back?
The niggas iz all wack and like U, balls is what they lack

But I'm not gonna blame them, they got a bad example
Let me spit U a real ryhme, give U a free sample
So ***** U betta jump quick like Jack over tha candle
Cuz I'ma spit a diss U may not be able ta handle

So lets start with U and ya ryhmes always lack'n
***** I thought U was good, why the hell is U slack'n?

CrippNicca please I think U is the true retart
I got a *****'s faced scrunched like he suck'n a sweet tart
There are better sounds to hear than U rapp'n, like me fart
In one of Ur songs that would be the best part

Yeah I kno that was a bit nasty but I had to prove a point
That I'm the best MC up in this joint

Well I don't wanna make all the other's mad
I have respect for them, like for U ,I once had

But once U said that s**t bout ma momma, U ******** it all up
And now I'ma have to embaress U Gaia style, straight up!
And ya gurl, like a bar-tender, I filled her cup
And the dog U thought U had, I'ma shrink'em to a pup.

I can keep going like this, the whole night through
Like Ray Charles I'ma go head and "Do What It Do..."
Cus there are so many ppl out there better than U
Not to mention me but I bet that white boi too
And all the game I be spit'n ain't written, they straight off the new

Even though U got a gurl, Ur still the b***h
and U turn off more gurls than a light switch

I'll set U straight *****, U and ya goons
Cus ya team like The Three Stooges, a bunch a bafoons
Ya clique ain't no gorilla unit, more like a pack a baboons
I drop ya'll faster than andviles on loony toons  

[OJ [911]]

Angel!c P!mp

The rap was choppy, and the words were not chosen correctly. But hey the person you called out is bad so you won't really need good luck. Just a opinion.

kinda for some beatz just got a spit em to a tune.

ull see when i get my recorder ill show u how to rap that one.  

[Leland-Kun]

your thinkin this kid is gonna loose, and people are thinkin he might//
but, ok so we talkin bout sigs ight//
before you start callin yourself a pimp//
you better bulk up and not be a wimp//
and if you want my girl to get plastic surgerey, becuase she makes you hurl//
then you better take your girl, tie her up, and throw her of a bridge and find a new girl//
because your girls so ugly, when i see her i wana die//
and trust me dude that aint no lie//
you would be alot better with just a guy//
so next round ill at least try//  

[OJ [911]]

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/  

[Leland-Kun]

Babyface Thug

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/

haha, yo sayin you blind me//
oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently//
anyone would go blind seeing you//
plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too//
s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh//
well then you must have raped your mom hoe//
and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm//
be right back i need to give something to your mom//
and when your rhymes lyrically blind me//
pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//  

[OJ [911]]

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/

haha, yo sayin you blind me//
oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently//
anyone would go blind seeing you//
plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too//
s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh//
well then you must have raped your mom hoe//
and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm//
be right back i need to give something to your mom//
and when your rhymes lyrically blind me//
pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//

Bind. Read fool
Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/
Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all!
But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/
Ready or not? Here I come
Befo that got some weed wanna share some/
Oh I forgot you aint raw enough
This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/
Black hoods respect me
But you can still try and reck me/
When poor comes to mind
I think of you, your family, and all white kind/
Grill em, dats what i do
I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/  

[Leland-Kun]

Babyface Thug

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/

haha, yo sayin you blind me//
oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently//
anyone would go blind seeing you//
plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too//
s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh//
well then you must have raped your mom hoe//
and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm//
be right back i need to give something to your mom//
and when your rhymes lyrically blind me//
pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//

Bind. Read fool
Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/
Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all!
But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/
Ready or not? Here I come
Befo that got some weed wanna share some/
Oh I forgot you aint raw enough
This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/
Black hoods respect me
But you can still try and reck me/
When poor comes to mind
I think of you, your family, and all white kind/
Grill em, dats what i do
I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/

hey dude are you callin me raw b***h//
s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch//
your sittin at home watchin a porno//
its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo//
damn man you talkin about poor//
look at yo self you can't even afford a door//
and yo tryin to be a sinner//
man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater//
s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight//
ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right//

knowone critisize me about this battle  

[OJ [911]]

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/

haha, yo sayin you blind me//
oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently//
anyone would go blind seeing you//
plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too//
s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh//
well then you must have raped your mom hoe//
and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm//
be right back i need to give something to your mom//
and when your rhymes lyrically blind me//
pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//

Bind. Read fool
Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/
Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all!
But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/
Ready or not? Here I come
Befo that got some weed wanna share some/
Oh I forgot you aint raw enough
This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/
Black hoods respect me
But you can still try and reck me/
When poor comes to mind
I think of you, your family, and all white kind/
Grill em, dats what i do
I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/

hey dude are you callin me raw b***h//
s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch//
your sittin at home watchin a porno//
its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo//
damn man you talkin about poor//
look at yo self you can't even afford a door//
and yo tryin to be a sinner//
man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater//
s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight//
ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right//

knowone critisize me about this battle

Im poor, niggas call me piano, 88 keys
***** call me their masta and drop to they knees/
I made black history fo stayin hood
Come round my block ill c**k it and show you wats good/
Steppin up to me, was a fatal flaw
Didnt i tell you last round, this ***** is raw?/
His momma must have been high when he was born
He says i manipulate my self, but he da on the street askin for porn/
Thats pretty much all i need
Next time go through my rhymes and read!/  

[Leland-Kun]

Babyface Thug

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

Leland-Kun

Babyface Thug

i fogot 3 rounds.
srry for takin so long.

He said i was a wimp yo
Well I Say ******** you. In a different tempo/
He says i need to get tougher
But inside he dont wanna get delt with any rougher/
He just got manhandled last round
All cause my rhymes heavy, equivelant to 400 pounds/
Why ya cryin to ya mommy
Houston, reppin Kings Court,is where ya find me/
This ***** doesnt know, is it time he learned now
Its like a match lit in a barn, ***** get burned down/
I can tell...this ***** really pissed
He mad, I came through, and he got dissed/
Im in his dreams, he seein things
I stole his girl so he dont have a wedding ring/
Im this niggas death like the Grim Reaper
I come thru his cirb, ******** his chick then reap her/
I destroy the past behind you
The present and future too, im hauntin the hood ta find you
Your trapped, my rhymes lyrically bind you/

haha, yo sayin you blind me//
oh ya thats true, but have you looked in a mirrow recently//
anyone would go blind seeing you//
plus you rhymes and "tempo" don't help too//
s**t you say you came in a ******** my girl oh//
well then you must have raped your mom hoe//
and yo sayin im gettin pissed, but im really calm//
be right back i need to give something to your mom//
and when your rhymes lyrically blind me//
pigs will fly to the past and make sure you'll never be//

Bind. Read fool
Got him wet up look like he hit the pool/
Yo im a trill a** dawg i thought ive seen it all!
But look at this soft dude, he aint the slightest raw/
Ready or not? Here I come
Befo that got some weed wanna share some/
Oh I forgot you aint raw enough
This ***** said he could rap but it was a bluff/
Black hoods respect me
But you can still try and reck me/
When poor comes to mind
I think of you, your family, and all white kind/
Grill em, dats what i do
I know Writer so dont mess wit me, unless ya got the mobey to get sewed/

hey dude are you callin me raw b***h//
s**t dawg look at you, this is a sitch//
your sittin at home watchin a porno//
its the only way you'll get close to a girl yo//
damn man you talkin about poor//
look at yo self you can't even afford a door//
and yo tryin to be a sinner//
man you can't even kill a fly with a fly swater//
s**t yo tryin to knock me down without a fight//
ill pull out a 9 mil and make you right//

knowone critisize me about this battle

Im poor, niggas call me piano, 88 keys
***** call me their masta and drop to they knees/
I made black history fo stayin hood
Come round my block ill c**k it and show you wats good/
Steppin up to me, was a fatal flaw
Didnt i tell you last round, this ***** is raw?/
His momma must have been high when he was born
He says i manipulate my self, but he da on the street askin for porn/
Thats pretty much all i need
Next time go through my rhymes and read!/

um dude thats 3 rounds its over.