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Alright I see that enterpride would be willing to enter a rapping competition, so here is a rapping forum don't be afraid to burn people who enter, If you enter than you can be burned. Post on this forum your brutal raps, happy rapping!!

And If we can get @Endmaster to rap my life will be complete! 

 

lol

Sweet, time to observe some brutal raping.

I was just getting in the mood for a hardcore raping so thank you for allowing Enter to take you on. I'm sure it'll be a intense for two of you.

My rape's addicting like a vape
Once bitches get a taste they're changed into crackheads
Chicks just tryna get their fix
Fuck em, hit em, push my rap down their throat
Don't like it anymore, tough luck slut, cuz my last dyke broke
I need to keep this high, don't fuck it up
There you go, move on before I get too violent
Can't feel my face, but don't worry whore, my mind's sharp still as fuck
Don't go hating on me, I just like the lines

Wow impressive, I could never do better than that. 

Your better of doing something else like browsing this shop

Your rapping skills are so fake I can’t even tell you to stop.

I’m getting sleepy every minute listening to you try to rhyme lollie and pop

Keep your candy ass lines in the wrapper because a rapper you’re not.

Showing up a silver platter I'll serve you hot.

How is this, stargirl refused to give me help on this one...

 

Damn those bars go hard, gotta sleep on them for a night

Okay, about time I hit the hay.

Should've quit after your first line bitch, you sound better with your throat slit
Great another hole to fucking hit the rest barely fits
Talking about real and fake hoe you're too young to be Wayne's groupie
Hold on let me dial Jeffrey, my bad he's already dead, fucking go back to your pig coop

I got some sick lines

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Enter, it's time.
It's time, Enter to fail.
Straight out the Fat dungeons of rap.

The suck drops deep as does my Ass.
I never sail, 'cause to sail is the great aunt of gas.
Beyond the walls of Sicks, life is defined.
I think of Burn when I'm in my mind.

Hope the grass got some mass.
My glass don't like no dirty class.
Run up to the stage and get the pass.

This Really sucks, stargirl knows. when she is not around anything goes.

Lol

 

Yeah let's call it here. Getting the NY state of mind beat wormed in my ear is probably the best thing this thread could accomplish, though lol at the ass line

Sounds good with me, lol the ass line tho is very strange.

Dirty minded lol.

Anyway This was fun, Our raps got worse at it progressed.

Yeah I hear rapes often do that.

She never did get the joke.

THE ARISTOCRATS!

Ok sorry if this is a dumb question, but what the heck is a "pig coop?"

I don't understand half his raps either.

Yea, I agree his raps are too weird.

But their funny so I spit out my water

I mean there is a pig pen, and a chicken coop, but never a pig coop. If it was for rhiming perposes I would understand but... well-

 

 

lol you spelled rhyming wrong.

OMG i was going to fix my bad spelling because I typed fast but u posted!!!

Thats not how you spell "You".

So what's this?
Two dopes on the mic think they got some wicked lips
Well over or not, let me drop my own wicked wit
Yeah, call me The Wicked Witch
'Cause I'm from the West and I own a little bitch
Among the best, here to attest to my own rhyming behest
Spittin' and dissin' out lyrical killshots, never missin'
I ain't like the rest, both yo braindead asses won't be no test

Yeah, I make jaws drop like soft tops in the summer
I don't walk, I cruise all over competition, such a bummer
Ain't no seasons to my skill, this is a never-ending thrill
It'd take more than 2Pac and 1 cop to stop my flow, so ill
You can catch Covid from my sick ass spills
Feel your stomach churn while yo ass burns

This ain't no wannabe white Soundcloud synchrony
No copy-paste mumble waste fake ass Biggy
Don't need two chains to whip a bitch silly
I got one hand for that
Write these rhymes in the other
While my desk shakes from the blowjob
Thanks to the girl of ya brother

Keep spitballin' bullshit thinkin' either of you are cool
I don't need to mimic morning radio to rhyme without soundin' a fucking fool
Ding dong, who's that?
It's the bitch you wish you had
She's here for so'more scat
Here, you can keep the mic, you Party City MCs
I'm too dope for any competition here
Stick to writtin' stories, Bs
Impress me
See ya later
Peace
And oh, I'll take your pride wit me

lol I thought we ended this 

Great, another whore to stumble upon my raping party
But I hate you, fumbling your flow harder than playboy carti
I hate my addiction to rape, leaving me with nothing to say
I hate bitches, hate your mother and father
I hate your bars, hate all homo sapiens
But most of all I hate faggots, all you sick fuckers
Get your aids dicks the fuck out of your dad's anus
Pass

The last line though made my almost choke on my water.

Well, that was underwhelming.

Bet you hear that one often

Enterpride raps as good as he fucks
Can't get no pussy, so he has to act like one, oh shucks
Thinks he's quick-witted and fast on his feet
Thinks he's got what it takes to mix it up verbally
Well see, Enterpride's a little slow to realize
That he's as sharp as his dick
Fake ass little pencil-thin stick
Like his mind, it can't do shit
Middle-school jabroni ass uncreative tick
I'mma just flick you off
Brotha, you suck more than a sex worker hick
Stick to posting forum cringe, I'm done smokin' this dullard-ass bitch
Maybe someone more on your level will give a you a hit

Trying to put me down bitch I already died
I'm a walking corpse with one goal in mind
Came straight up from hell
Your mother said hi, I knew her well
She's satan's slut begging for rest
Capable only of watching me put motherfucking poison in her nest
Bubonics bothering her most base cysts
Each one bursting out your name in a fucking lisp

I'm fucking malignant like that hard lump under your tit
Trying so hard to put monikers on me they narrowly fit
I'm a meat state metastased to your marrow and bone
Swimming in your blood, bitch you let me get in your zone
My dick's living rent-free in your brain fucking your mind without shame
Medics pulling their hair as you wither in pain

Chemo ain't working against me, faggot, now you're bald as well
Why are you so white, did I cum already, just can't tell
You're terminal and all you see on the scans is me
Hi retard, it's just too easy to be your end and it fills me with glee

Yeah gimme s'more of that false ass bravado
You were stumbling along like that fatass Nik Avocado
Now you feelin' yourself, thinkin' you're a word Picasso
Call me a faggot but all you can spit is the blandest, gayest shit
Trying so hard to be a literary MC you stumble over your delivery, EP
Your dollar store rhymes won't do shit against real experience, capisce?

See, you wanna get stereotypical, I can do that too
Don't need to use words I looked up to verbally rape you
Your analogy was cute, though your execution obtuse
See, I just need to kiddy talk a retard to win against those bars
You could never be a cancer to me
Ya pulled it out your ass, guess that's what happened to your mommy
Otherwise, you're a bigger dumbass than that other shitsack
Spurtin' nothin' but air thinking it rhymes
Pasting that flow that you change on a dime

Listen to some real rap and get back with me
Stop tryna slapfight a fucker who's clearly yo daddy
Next time you spit more edgy poetry at me
I'll smack ya harder than my caddy
You're lost, playa
And I don't just mean mentally
But go ahead, spurt s'more Endmaster passages at me

Here, take the metaphorical mic back
Maybe you can suck on it while I ignore your next shit track
Then kick back knowing I made yo dumbass openly slack
Go ahead, you can repeat what I said last
I know you like to do that when someone catches yo brain deadfast
Yeah, sleep on these too, bitchass
We all know just to rhyme this much, you gotta be steadfast
Comes easily to me
But not to this Jerry-lovin' jackass

Welcome to my home, the land of the death
Free from gods with all your demons high on meth
Wants some ket, hoe, cause this world is my psychosis
My flows morose and verbose forced down your throat don’t miss

See your sister dear, she’s a living miscarriage carrying the guilt
Cheeks wet with tears, quivering in fear of the latest device I built
In her hand a stanley knife incapable of cutting her veins
Bitch can’t even do one job properly so she’ll be stuck here for days
Half her weight in plastic, tits feel so fantastic, these bars fucking bombastic
Just fed that bitch an extra load cause she’s so anorexic
Fucked my way to her very core, leaving her whole body sore
Broke her legs so she'll come back crawling for more goddamn

So listen up you fake ass biggie wannabe
Do you still want to see when big papa comes to meet
But biggie got shot so think hard about that
You’re dead for your cause and ain’t even fat
A pathetic manifestation gestated to be in your element
When you’re smacked around so hard you picked up a speech impediment

Talk normal bitch, and stop the whiny rhymes before I truly wind up killing you
Wandered in the wrong place wrong type, you fake ass hoe, and that’s the truth
Mentally you're just the sentimental type to vent
Your weak ass frustration leaves no dent
Cause the only way I go out is with my dick in my hand

'Cuse me, you'll have to forgive me
I just came back from eternally waiting
It took you all night to come up with s'more edgy baiting
You even copied my rapper references
Mixed it in all half-ass, little to no differences
You must suck at cookin' for yo made up girl, no business sense

Cuz I can make easy mac better than this sad sack can laydown a rap attack
I just put yo novice ass on blast while browsin' YouTube's past
You're so easy to combat, I can beat your ass to a hi-hat
Bam bam bam, don't claim I'm actin' Black
You had to resort to my terminology to plan your next battle pass
Your effort so shameful I should buy you a mask
Wear it all day and hide your unfunny ass

All you can rhyme about is sex and violence
I guess creativity is your mental silence
Can't think of anything new to try and put me in a pew
I still ain't gotta pray to brainfuck you
It's as easy to do as counting to two
So fuck off with that vocab shit, Mr. Elmer's Glue
Stop stickin' to rhymin' and try bustin' something new

Cuz the nuts you making now are just so embarrassing, and shrew
See I just beat yo ass with words and wit
You're better off suckin' on your body pillow's tits
Which I know you were doin' while thinking of your next rhymin' writ
Well, even after all that thought, you're still a bitch
It's time to give up, pompous pussy prick
Face it, I'm no Biggie
But even a dead man could beat this smooth-brained niggie

Goddamn bitch you're truly addicted are you, still coming for more
Got good news for you though got another floor not yet stained red in gore
Your ass widened to four fingers and I ain't even finished
Tip, start fisting before I'll mount your body on a pillar, leftover from your sister's dish
Losing your family, ideals and still clinging to intelligence
Completely irrelevant when I scalp your eyes and defenestrate

At least you cut out your weak ass accent and make more sense
I guess seeing through your lens I represent your worst trends
Love to hear you scream for daddy now bitch, big papa's looking down
Completely embarrassed by your attempts to sound pertinent clown
Your nightmare made flesh, just love how you trash around
Downed and hands brown, damn not even a bomb to bail yourself out

Hats off to you though, still trying hard hanging around in a noose
Don't worry, I'm having fun for two, freddy krueger's on the loose
Or wait, is that me, I don't know how exactly I killed that last bitch but it was disgusting

There you go, still a broken record
Retard still namedroppin' slashers, braindead heckler
There's the sex, family, violence and vocabulary
Tryna tear me apart like some tabloid constabulary
Well you're still in my rhyme apothecary
And I prescribe you an asswhoopin', so hard call it hereditary

You're as predictable as the weather, man
Call me the weatherman
Because I said you'd be Leatherman
Cuttin' off my writ and wearin' it without so much a split
Skin suit glistenin' while you try to get your own writ in
But that's all you are, still a fuckwit cripplin'
Crumpling, bumbling, fumbling, bubble-blowin' bitchin'
That's you can do, I have you at ya wits' end

I add some accent to spice up my delivery
See, you can observe how much I know and how much you don't
You can't spit shit but shock schlock to stay afloat
Yet still ya choke
You're as busted as broke
As poor in rhymes as you are a bloke
So bye, bitch, I'd rather battle one who won't croak

Hi there old friend, I'm sorry I left you hanging
Was kinda hungover too, then had shit to do
Raping for two, so I guess I just forgot about you
Then again I always found it peaceful talking to a corpse
So I came back, one last track as a snack to end this tic tac toe
This won’t be no screaming and shouting, just me and my thoughts
Now it’s just me and me speaking truth comforted by the solitude
Just letting it all out, one last verse before you're taken away by the hearse

With slim shady, spinal, and steen I got so many s-tier mcs to make the shutzstaffel jealous
Thinking back, maybe I was too callous, hung out with too many hard fellas I forgot you just ain't us
You took it too personal, continued on without realizing the joke was on you all along
Producing some throwaway lines about sex and violence, I inspire a world where you don't belong
Truthfully when you don't know shit about the other MC you gotta come up with your own story
Because apart from your name being voldy, you're a blank body and kicking you down won't beget glory
The odds were high of your bars being all about mine and spewing the most cliche shit
Acting like an addicted slut spurned, crawling along my trail begging for another hit
Noticed while complaining about me being a broken record, the only one talking about sex is you
Fuck man, at this point I don't even need to read your reply to know what're you're going to do
I'll just read my lines again and imagine a fool repeating them back with some epileptic kung fu
Though I'm glad you learned to rhyme more than two syllables from a braindead beast
Guess after being afraid of big words for so long your verbosity simply increased
Still, I got to give some slack, you copied a solid biggie flow
Though while he was hard you only acted so
Then again you're both dead so what's the point
Maybe you'll learn some creativity now you've been rejoined
Oh, the car's arrived I trust you'll see yourself out
Maybe if you follow fast for once you'll make your mama proud
Cause I don't prefer a crowd to do all the shit you denounce

This is insane!!! 
 

im pretty sure you went easy on me. And no this does not mean I want a rematch, also your raps are what mizal wanted.

Roses may be red

But violets are more purple

This is a haiku

That is not a rap

But neither is this haiku

Five syllables left

I think raping is for scumbags and lowlifes, but I have to give my vote to Voldy on the execution.

I agree with everything but who you chose. I still think Enter is the real raping mvp here. Voldy just presented himself and there's no coming back from that.

Your vote's worth as much as a bitch with my dick down her throat
Gargle just a bit harder fucker, and your vocal cords get a new coat
Letting you breathe a bit now, you see how's it gonna be
But you got a stick up your ass as well, been preparing for me?

I woke up at 3am,
the cold chilling my spine
I didn't want to move but alas,
I had to pee

And btw what happened to the guy who was challenging everyone last year?

You talking about Ebon? There's a gang raping of him going on in the Creative Corner forum.

Noted. Thanks :)

Nasty, this thread.

Sorry perforated, it got out of hand and there is no way I can silence it.

They're still raping?

The important thing is that they're trying their hardest.

Maybe, but I just don't see them out raping Enter though. Raping is in his blood.