who got hotter punches...post em up

[fuckyou]

when chicks look at your face they meanin' to go cockeyed/
cuz ya broker than obese bitches feedin' on popeye's/

i blaack eye ya mans then hog tie ya plans/
and murda ya song cuz i like to chalk-line ya jams/

im pissy and don't really have time for all of ya rappin/
you spark beef i spark wars like sparta and athens/

[Sleepy]

hotter than that ? no problem....


I fuck many things leave you embarrased, deal wit tha strife...
no wonder they call me marriage, cuz I fuck up your life/

need I say more ?

[Black Joka]

im battle-crazed, 'jack-hammerin' flows that 'rattle-gays'
steppin-to-me, mines well 'back-stroke' through 'shallow-graves'
want 'beef', watch me 'cattle-slaves' & gather-rage
so 'hot', it'll make all 'shadows scrap-for-shade' (scrap=fight)

enuff SED

get at me in the Battle Arena if you want to battle......1

[Endo Jay]

Yall doods should vote on teh battle we got goin' on in here..

[Pakelika420]

If your lyrics are ill, then i have f**kin cancer, step to me boy, and ill send you packin with your answer.

[FlawlesS]

dog, my words are known to be blunt--tight-and-blatant//
beatin me? u aint got a chance in hell like rollin dice-wit-satan//

i aint a chick, and i dont lick pussy, but i can get this d*ke-to-shiver//
u aint takin this loss? u must be in 'da-nile'(denial) like-the-river//

dog, u dont kno what u got when u stepped into-this-shit//
cause im unable to beat, like an impotent-dick//

i bust-and-gloat cause ur stuffs-a-joke//
ur like weed cause ur goin up in a puff-of-smoke//

ima come at this cat, watch as he tries to run//
hes the opposite of the flag, u aint 'risin son'// (against a chinese dude)

if u dont kno who i am dog-then u've hardly-heard//
go ahead and spit sumthin, i'll rip apart-ya-verse//
i'll call u marijuana, and jus spark-the-herbs//
and u could scribble over my rhymes, jus to mark-my-words//

get used to L's dog, cause im made-to-win//
u couldnt get the W, if u were paid-to-win//
the only fan base this dude has, is used to hold up blades-that-spin//

if u wanna learn how to rhyme, im-ya-lesson//
u aint on my level, only way u see me is cause i shine-fluor-escent//

yall are scared--need to get-out-and-fight, step-out-with-mics//
im showin no signs of stoppin, like brakes with-out-the-lights//

...i could keep goin if yall want...

[poisonous venom]

i get high of dro n all types of purple hazes and shit/ my flow sick its kinda like aids when i spit

i sign niggaz to death row without suge knight/ fuck if the source quote cuz i know most niggaz in da hood might

in the afterlife still killin niggaz with the lyrical glock/ in the living i got six shots a piece 4 every nigga trying to be pac

bored just fuckin around

[Zilla19]

I be givin bitches more weiners than oscar meyer / bitch when i get the mic i spit fire / aint no lier / i be gettin high to the point where i cant get no higher / the closest thing u got 2 a gun is a fuckin hair dryer / ill off u quicker than micheal myers

[Zilla19]

damn, who ever flawless is wow, ur flos r fuckin sik

[Endo Jay]

I got so many punches for this dood - He'll be stockin'-up-hits
I Attack wit Snooker Cues ta Knock his Balls into His Pockets!

[Zilla19]

After i spit this lyrical verse / Ima leave u rollin 2 ur funeral in the back of a herse

Go 2 the place ur meant to be and fill up the hole i dug up 4 u in the earth

After i get done on the mic u better throw it away cuz its now cursed

Im the mothafucka thats whiter than rice / Im the mothafucka that u shouldnt step up 2 on the mic

Yea thats right before u rhyme against me u better think twice / i be rollin more blunts than vegas rolls dice

Open this rhyme and spill it like a can a slice / my lyrics are so ill they leave u wit more diseases than a plague of mice

The clocks runnin outta ticks / My glocks runnin outta clips

i leave ur head spittin red drips / Now ur fuckin mouth aint spittin lyrics

my rhymes are so sikk they leave u wit warts on ur dick / u better just end it now put the gun 2 ur head and lemme hear the click

My rhymes spillin more than old faithful / U aint got shit 2 say now bitch ur mouth is stapled

My rhymes are droppin like bombs and leavin u hidin under a table / come 2 ur house and rob u while ur home ill just say im fixin the cable

[Zilla19]

Damn

[YungMguttah357]

It's alot of niggas creepin i'm just waitin to bust moves so i can pop and have bodies lock like its crush groove.

if a nigga talkin bout me dont let me catch wind cuz i'ma make sure his neck and knees become best friends.

my guns cross each other so i'm guranteed to bless my guns belong in D.E.C. classes cuz my 38. Special.

when it comes to cheddar no need to compete cuz ya pockets anorexic and my shit obese.

around my way i'm considered a heat champ cuz my gun light up niggaz blocks like street lamps.

i'm the hottest thing on the block i dare a nigga to disrespect so i can lift the insides of his chest like silicon breast. :evil:

[PLAYBOYBLAZE]

sick ass punches....stay active dawg...handle some
them cats in the battle arena....

-peace

[TrippMC]

can u believe chris rock said this in one of his raps?:

my wallets so fat i had to put it on a diet

my futures so bright, i had to wear shades


lloyd banks:

I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings

We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker

You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion

I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha

I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick

Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper

lloyd banks is tha best at it.....

[Cynikal_Gonz]

I'm A Constipation-4-MCs, Because they Can't *Just-Shit-It-Out* they Got A Complication-With-Me, Sorry Punk, But Personally I Think You Couldn't Come Out With A Variety Of *Style,* If You Was A Compilation-C-D .....FIAH!!!!!!!!!!

[YungMguttah357]

My flow sick they have yet to find a cure and the most hands on you got is manicures.

i'm bein serious if u see ya girl hoppin out my acura u first intentions should be not to drink after her.

i got game for years kepe nintendo on they toes chips for decades i can bowl wit my money rolls.

[mrjules1257]

i get high of dro n all types of purple hazes and shit/ my flow sick its kinda like aids when i spit

i sign niggaz to death row without suge knight/ fuck if the source quote cuz i know most niggaz in da hood might

in the afterlife still killin niggaz with the lyrical glock/ in the living i got six shots a piece 4 every nigga trying to be pac

bored just fuckin around

Yo Dat ish was hot

[~Lb~]

Wasten the ref puttin ya lungs in a full nelson and start wasten ya breathe

Can get ya kicks wif out clips jus fist beat u down and tear out ya fist wif clips
spit sick u spit pussy like u was kissin clits
u rap lies u the only dawg i know gets whooped in cat fights

[...yOuNg jU...]

ya pull guns out but aint firing...
wen mah 'clips'(clipse) iz 'spittin', it aint 'grindin'....

[~Lady N~]

damn, who ever flawless is wow, ur flos r fuckin sik

Agreed

[FlawlesS]

i agree too

[C.Streetz]

ima pimp so u can only catch me doin a one nighter/got gunz for dayz shoot niggaz up like da washington trunk sniper/

who want beef i got da cheese and da bread i know u hungry/me and my niggaz sandwich ya bitch and take her car keys and money/

im guttah like im related ta da cement/i can make a mill on da street witout signin no agreement/

Just some shit dat came ta my mind ya feel me..........

Brrrrrrrrrrrrack :2gunfire:

[FlawlesS]

i'll throw some shit up again..
fuckin...

i got a bitch kneeling-for-the-dick-and-berries//
my words got meaning-like-the-dictionary//

hmm...

my rhymes'll make ya drop ya techs-to-the-pavement//
u could say im sick with words like a dislexia-patient//

[Head-Psyche]

I'm like Jesus rappin when I walk on water/
spittin flames compared to hell cuz it's not much hotter/
with a sick verse of slick words, servin you like God's my father/
i'm the truth, if you were priest i'd have you pop ya 'colla'/

[Head-Psyche]

my rhymes are fatter than calories, sicker than alergies, more charged then batteries/ so sick, you swear you need a medic/ yours stinks, that's why i call ya style ceptic/ ya left with nuthin but a confusin headtrip/ while flows gets you shakin like you were an epileptic/

[Endo Jay]

Dawg, I’m commin’ in this hard, wit knives to split ya eyes so you can “FourSee” my victory…
And if these kids couldn’t get that wordplay, Irony don’t mean shit-to-me!

I beat cats 'n leave em more exposed than sexed hoes with ripped thongs
Kick they ass so bad I have em doubtin' christianity like Jesus was Dead Wrong

It's either hunt or be hunted, so I quickly and strickly destroy
While you get carried off stage swiftly, like Seigfried and Roy.

So after you read these punches, shove em up ya ass, cuz you the “butt of all jokes”
Fuck wasting another punchline on these doods, I’ll kill em wit gimmicks, “th-th-th-that’s all folks!!

[ma_waR_buCkz]

crush a dudes ego is simple i recite metaphors that melt tongues like them sour skittles

[ma_waR_buCkz]

my words is touching this sensitive male-hes ashamed to be the 1st kid to sleep in [mike] jacksons bed- film a rap legacy like mine through his eyes call it a "video thriller" instead

[kL!k4kL!k]

Untouchable, got me pointblank, youll still be missin me...
Your important for one day and then gone, like a christmas tree...

Niggah you think your the sickest thug?
My rymes give you kidney stones, and leave you pissin blood...

Fuck these 'rapdogs' i got ya asses on a leash,
Your like my birthday cake i always get the first peice... ;)

1nE kLiK, uppin uppin and Aw4y

[swiftyb]

a yo dawgs im back "again", an i gt a all new typ of "brain", wich we b poppin at close "range", our mova fukin "aim", is at ur dumbass "brain".

[swiftyb]

a yo dawgs im back "again", an i gt a all new typ of "brain", wich we b poppin at close "range", our mova fvkin "aim", is at ur dumbass "brain".

[Con1]

ill shitt from lloyd banks


I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste

Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker

I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion

Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark

Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs

I get little bit mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch in a Boston crab

Rap to get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch

I'm just a playa that found out what the coaches know
So I'ma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go

Cuz I get rid of more birds then a pet store

I came straight out tha gutter like a bowlin pin

Only time you got yellow ice when you piss in a freezer

You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo

Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair

Alot a nigga's want Banks gone
But my kind of beef'll fuck up ya grill n not the kind u put franks on

You only gon wind up dead tryna prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick

Only trigga u touch is on a gas pump

I send sparks at you n i aint mean emilio or bubba

My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings



All this off the Best of Lloyd Banks Pt 1Mixtape

[Da Krucificta]

ill severe all ya limbs, cuttin off defeat~(the feet)
causin paues n ya chest like when ya heart skipz a beat~


my shits hard to swallow, sorta of like indegestion~
backing ya up like clogged shit, froze in ya intestines~

[White Night]

You already look tremblin and scared, what's your heart rate at?
Oh yeah, similar to your Swiss-cheesed corpse, it just fell flat!

The crack isn't the reason you're gettin thinner [paint thinner]
It's my Mac, the fear of gettin painted, I figure

You brag too much about how you can dunk on a man
But you better watch out, cuz my gat can't jam

You claim I rap slow, "as slow as a slug"
Then dodge, Neo, I just fired you one [slug]

[Da Krucificta]

they were hott!