CTR LEGACY THREAD

[ANT8U]

mr. popabitch theres no way you can hop the ditch
cus i got ya bitch on my dick she's on top of it
in her esophagus chokin on my rock n' sticks
i know that she's ya girl but "no cockblockin kid!"
ya highstrung kid i'll make ya mind plummet
the only way you talk to hoes is 1-900
from the blood on ya sneaks i tie dye from it
wit a flow thats so wack i hope you die from it
theres no reason why you tryin, your wack theirs no denyin
whoever told you that ya dope, they was fuckin lyin
ya cryin, wonderin why ya motha runnin
by the way greg u got anotha brotha comin
i would give ya sis a try but she lovin muffin
try to turn her from the muff she found anotha dozen
greg, after all that lame shit that ya said
i suggest u stop tryn to rap go out and get bread

[hired gun]

fuck that, u want an extra shot but i wont let u have it
u faggot, the only thing u ever successfully kicked was a crack habit
and i could still see the remnants of that in your wack flowin
u march to a different drummer, i guess thats a bad omen
ur first verse couldnt cut it so u busted a second
maybe if u got laid u wouldnt have so much fuckin aggression
u need to slow down, read ya lines through
i define you, flowin is second nature to me, im just here to remind you
ur so subpar, i spar with u, no scabs or scars
my production dont need percussion when i slap this hard
i could flow to the beat of u gettin beat, the beef sizzlin
i relaxed with my reign of terror, but i keep drizzlin
and now its an all out torrential downpour
u gettin clowned for putin together elementary flows that dont even sound raw
u skatin on a thin surface, u wanna talk ice hockey
u couldnt top me, lockin a playa out's the only way u could stop me
this shit is a consipracy, u touched a nerve, this is near and dear to me
my ear's to the street, i cant hear u breathin, while my heartbeat's in the concrete
im leavin, its too cold, dogg, u aint got heat
im freezin, from where the water from ur gun shot me

I only have a habit for merkin these fake gangstas
Racquet's lucky he got a crack at it/
He's craftmatic wit it, I'm sleepin hard, he's average/
that's not water in the gun, it's sulphuric acid/
here's a lesson---aggression is required in this profession/
you're estrogen levels have your manhood in question/
followin me like mr. bentley does puffy/
every line you type is an invalid entry/
if I was chewin tobaccaco you still couldn't snuff me/
You as hard as a boiled egg covered in silly putty/
between you and I, its my truth and your lies/
No contender, you're Najai Turpin commitin suicide/
Now I'm on a bender, wit more soul then the fender rhodes/
Just surrender, Racq's a pretender to the throne/
This is pretty ugly, this gangsta is dark and lovely/
Cause a lot people feel me he's gettin a little touchy/
should've kept his mouth shut, slut's drunk off the bubbly/
I'm movin at light speed, dude's rockin a horse and buggy/
Call the orkin man, Raq Ball's startin to bug me/
Fake toy spittin, rap's version of my buddy/
Respect game, I'm runnin the whole league/
you think you hard cause your thong is army fatigues/
please private benjamin, don't get your engine heated/
I'm done bangin you out, close the door when you leave/

[SacmenFeg]

To ensure that my vote counts:

hired gun

[The Phat Anorexic]

Confirmed that I advance by default
stay high like pole vault
Plus I got wit man, but don't dare call me Walt
I maintain a perfect balance by spitting slugs and salt
And the world is mine on lock stronger than a bank vault
Timbs never laced, words burn like a lung fulla mace
I face the human race and always set the pace
Rappers today drop balls like armless outfielders
Too busy talkin like shot peelers to be ever be thought revealers
I put on my cape in the booth, to reveal truth
The sugar rap is in the airwaves but I ain't gotta sweet tooth
The rotation is round and round, profound with sound and nouns
Hopefully I'll get a little competition in the upcoming round
I got soul by the pound, let this be the resurrection
The truest hip hop thrives on avoiding detection
Call me a stoplight 'cause I plan to give a new direction
My verbs is like germs, don't try to avoid infection

[Kid B]

h. gun

[BeHemoth]

this one was a great matchup.


hired gun

[Kid B]

rhymes short thought jew took it

[Kid B]

< avg battleraps curious gets the checkmate

[remixture]

Evenstar

[BayAreaHustla408]

umm....smithee?......though i enjoyed hopes read....

[Gregg Popabitch1]

in his first verse, Ant said mom jokes are insulting
next verse, he said my momma is someone he's fucking
what a hypocrite, you'd think he'd make sense just a little bit
i read him like a book but he can't cause he's illiterate
consider it, your verse, popabitch is straight killin it
then watch my steez blow up cause i'm an islamic militant
ya shit no one's feelin it, why's Ant feeling bruised?
it's like like i'm going out tonight, i had some clubbing to do
saying 1-900 numbers i use? you're sounding confused
cause 900-1 is how bad that you'll probably lose
Now Ant's rocking the blues, pissed since he got his flow handled
maybe i should stop fucking with little bitches like Mr. Hojangles
but i can't help it, the whipping i gave, he felt it
i can't sing, so his ass will see how badly i'll belt it
you could never compete, everyone was knowin your average
you were tripping from the start, hence the emotional baggage

[Kilgore786]

Evenstar

[Kilgore786]

this one was a great matchup.


hired gun

[Reason]

in his first verse, Ant said mom jokes are insulting
next verse, he said my momma is someone he's fucking
what a hypocrite, you'd think he'd make sense just a little bit
i read him like a book but he can't cause he's illiterate
consider it, your verse, popabitch is straight killin it
then watch my steez blow up cause i'm an islamic militant
ya shit no one's feelin it, why's Ant feeling bruised?
it's like like i'm going out tonight, i had some clubbing to do
saying 1-900 numbers i use? you're sounding confused
cause 900-1 is how bad that you'll probably lose
Now Ant's rocking the blues, pissed since he got his flow handled
maybe i should stop fucking with little bitches like Mr. Hojangles
but i can't help it, the whipping i gave, he felt it
i can't sing, so his ass will see how badly i'll belt it
you could never compete, everyone was knowin your average
you were tripping from the start, hence the emotional baggage

:shock:

love it when they call ya big popa

[Kilgore786]

^hot

[HopeLess]

Seriously, that was heat...too bad we don't get to see a real battle,

It'll be fucked up if duke drops after Cash goes to bed or some shit.

[Smithee]

^ nah, I got a feeling hommie is gonna end up lookin' like Eminem in the first scene from 8 Mile.

very dope stuff, cash.

[curiouscharles]

yeah that was a nice verse, really nice, i was hoping buddy would try and battle.

[polarity]

Fuck, totally forgot about the deadline. Nice verse.

[SickO NickO]

reason... why...? aint no competition here!

[The Phat Anorexic]

Fuck, totally forgot about the deadline. Nice verse.

Thank you sir.

[BayAreaHustla408]

imma have to go with charles.....his first few lines of the second verse had me laughin...

[Cash Rulz]

reason... why...? aint no competition here!

Would you like to take his spot?

There's always room for jello.

And thanx everyone.

[BeHemoth]

don't wait for me, go ahead and vote people.

[Cash Rulz]

Popabitch, just for flip on the 1-900 line. That was ill.

[hired gun]

there's a lot of heat goin on in here....

[HopeLess]

reason... why...? aint no competition here!

Would you like to take his spot?

There's always room for jello.

And thanx everyone.

lol

[SacmenFeg]

Gregg Popabitch

[Reason]

don't wait for me, go ahead and vote people.

btw my post was a vote for greg in case that wasnt obvious enough

[Money Gripp]

ANT