Well, I haven't done this in a while and I didn't wanna get dusty so I just wanted to have a little fun. I'ma wait for Topdog or someone to post.

Redmonke is a little piggie
who got a little kittie
that kittie soon died
and redmonkey then cried

Am I doing it right?

NO UR PLAGIARIZING!

C'mon you did it in the first topic, you can do it now.

What's with Fake making these topics
When he could be booting from Knoppix (omg I'm so cool)
Staring at the forums, nothing but dread
Shouldn't you start headin' to bed?

Spittin on the sound stick oncemore
I slice open suckas and curbstomp em to the floor
Christening this new rap topic like a ship is my assignment
But you know I'm gonna crack open bottles on heads and put this shizzle out of alignment
Steamrollin, cuttin, bulldozing, like a transformer
But my flow isn't mechanical or predictable, ill put posers in their corner
I'm gonna rap till my sonic boom hits the window pane
But the fate of any cabbage-lover will be the same
Cutya open and see your yellow insides just like Wolverine
This shizzle is a tragedy, your demise could be taken from Oedipus or a Macbeth scene
The fall of giants is always a hard one
So this will be easy for you cause, this shizzle was already done
From the second I touched the mike and neurons started firing
A rap battle for me is like a one color rubiks cube and you be dying
Your brain is empty and vacuous like cysts and bubbles
You know I won't let you die without a few gun shots, makin it doubles
One to the head, one to the heart
But my lyrical aim is true, another bullseye from my word dart.

Yes, yes, ya'll, yes, yes, ya'll

Top of the game you all know my name
It's the mothafudgein' V to the E-R-A
Now if you could hesitate and spare me some time,
I will educatecha with my rhyme

Rappin' is easy as one-two-three
Even if you be a sucka MC
All you need is some subjects that sound pretty G
Give a shout out to your pseudo-gangsta bros
Talk about how you a pimp dealin' with hos
Your street image will be pretty phat
Talk about guns, although yah don't own a gat
Yeah, some fools wanna make intellectual rap
But in the eyes of the radio that's all a buncha crap
Some fools will brag about artistic skills
But you gotta be thug life if you wanna pay the bills
WORD

I notice your pretty gangster. I happen to be quite the gangster myself.

Vera you think your on the top? Then you must be doin dope.
Think you're the best? All I gotta say is nope.
All I gotta say is that I'm getting hotter.
You best be going, fly on your broomstick like Harry Potter.

Otherwise you like That chick Hermonie Granger.
Always find yourself in some sort of danger.
Not sure if you know this but I be Pimping.
Fudge with me and you'll be limping.

Sorry to say, you're time is over, and you right I gotta pay the bills.
You're stuck on the thousands while I'm making mills.
You ain't got no rapping skills, you better go back on your pills.
And Just like MJ I be sending out the thrills.

I'm well aware that Fake is your name
It's a good word to describe your game
You think you got skillz,
Think you payin' billz,
'Cause you rappin' across the internets
Gonna go to Vegas, lose a fortune on bets
Because your rhymez are not hardcore
On your way out, don't let your face hit the door
WORD

F-A-K-E
That spells my name, call me Fake.
But my game aint, it'll make you shake.
The rictor scale can't measure me when I make the ground shake.
I'm puttin it all on the line, that's what I'll stake.

One hoe, two hoe, three hoe, for hoe.
That's all you are, nothing special, nothing more.
I got Vegas in the palm of my hands.
Not just that I own New York they're both my land.

I got you backing up all the way in the corner.
I'm making all the money you can only afford the basic Time Warner.
Your death's the one nobody's gonna mourner.
I'm the king of this rap game, you're just a foreigner.

I'm storming and I'm not going to back down.
You use to be on top, now this world just turned around.
You're just a poser, not making any new sound.
Now why don't you go to Vegas, blow all your money on my town.

EDIT: BTW I don't really think your a hoe.

Fake is your name
And that's your game
Ima spit it here nice and plain

Your a fake MC with no money to eat
Trying to make some dollars rappin on the beat
You no thug no gangster, all you are is meat
So take your punk ass back on the street
Put on your favourite dress 'cos I'm bringin the heat

Name's Riddick I'm a motherfudgein pimp
All you swell people ain't nothing but wimps
Don't fudge with me or i'll make you limp
I'm the hardest swell person out here, you like my style
Take a listen to my shizzle, it'll be worth your while
You don't like it? I'll shoot you and make you spit bile
None of you have the balls to fudge with me, you know I'll make you run a mile

Yeah!

Hold on, hold on, lemme explain:
Your rhymes are really a shame
Riddick, just like T-Pain.
And quite frankly, that's pretty lame.

I be the vato named Metallica Z
Orale ese, you don't know me.
I am the biggest mo'fudgin G
I'm goin for the brown cape with the TREE
Play WoW? Nah, I'll pass.
I'd rather bust a cap in yo' ass

Now you see who's the biggest G
The chico from Burque named Metallica Z
Gotta finish my geometry, so I'm outie 5000
PEACE HOMIE

Sup dawg.

Yo.

Word.


(Damn I am good )

You forgot Fo' shizzle

Okay, okay, I am not THAT good.

But I still would have landed a record deal.

Oh dang. I hope we were here to discuss the genre.

Shows I was wrong. All ym raps contain naughty words, so I'll pass.

Metallicaz65, me and you are not congruent

I'm obtuse, you're acute so let's not even dispute this

I'm the guy who's ruthless, one that'll leave you toothless

keep frontin', and i'ma beat ya brains out with a broomstick

So go ahead, keep talkin' ya junk, and watch you lay motionless face down in my trunk

Yea, and I'm blowin' up like the Ruff Ryders did, and I'ma make you wash my floors like the Karate Kid

I don't mess with crack and rocks, only with these smokin' glocks, me and my crew are always known to leave broken blocks

I'll leave four bullets in ya dome, you beatin' me is like tryin' to get water from a stone

Yo Mentality I gotta give you props
that rhyme was the cream of the crops
but listen to me, man: just stop
you're the car, I'm the chop shop.

In here I'm the king, look at my crown
you're a wannabe poser, no more than a clown
You use a pic of Mr. Kurt Cobain
challenging me? That's just insane
Come to my barrio, you might just get shanked
I'm the daddy with the belt, you're gonna get spanked.

4 bullets in me? That makes 24
Like 50 Cent, I can take more
I'm bulletproof, you can't see me
Don't mess with Metallica Z

Okay, let's go, Hello I am Fake.
I hope for your sake.
You brought an asprin and some water cause your head's gonna ache.

Starting up here, I'ma shift into first gear.
Grab a glass and some beer and hang on for your life, dear.
Lemme get some of that, here you steer.

Oh hold up, you're getting scared.
Not to spare the fact that your life just got spared.
I'm not even caring, you think that I cared?
You're in last place like the show that never got aired.

You think you can compete, but you ain't competing.
You're just a cheat, a cheater who's cheating.
You're a dead beat, I hope you can take a beating.
Better yet I don't, get ready to start weeping.

I just think it's funny when you try to get up.
You're thinking of something to say but you keep on getting stuck.
No, you're the farthest thing from a Pimp.
You're just a little imp, who smells like a chimp.

A cat in a Hat
Fell off the Mat
Onto a fat Bat, who had AIDS.

Headin' to bed...
Alright, let's play.

Redmonke thinking he's funky
Funeral service in session say goodbye to the junkie.
I said it once, I said it twice, this ain't your game.
I said it once, I said it nice, this ain't your fame.

I'm coming, I'm sorry It had to be this way.
Can you follow these rhymes before you get swept away?
I can sense your fear, you're beginning to stray.
If I were you I would start to pray.

I see you on the highway trying to get out of my way.
I'ma gonna squish you like when you was playing with that clay.
You're trying to rhyme back but you gotta learn how to say not spray.
Santa aint coming early to save you, no reindeers on his sleigh.

You thought you was good, you thought you was fine.
Son you aint worth no dollar, you just a dime.
You're busy trying to come up with some cash, gotta pay that fine.
For trying to front with me, next time just recline.

Haha I liked that, I take joy in fixing faces with spiked bats and whatever you say might just come right back

My people like me like Nike, and me comin' up short is very unlikely

When ever I step on the mic I'm always givin' shout outs, like Kurt Cobain I'll blow your mouth out

Yappin' bout how you're the king and runnin around, you're the Burger King and all you got is a paper crown

You'll get maced and laced, you're body's cut up and you disappear without a trace

Oh and you're daddy? That's a nice one, when infact you're my son, and you're about the ninth one to get sonned

By me, Mentality killin is my speciality and I can cause fatalities

so face reality cuz you're about to get smoked, and if you had money now you're about to be broke

So who you talkin' 'bout gettin' shanked? and why bring up 50 cent, I don't want two quarters I want the whole bank

As I step out my Range Rover, I'm a sober soldier ready to take over

Motherfudgeer you ain't got nothin' on me, your mental
I'm ridin' 24's, you ridin' in a rental
Don't be intimidated, I'll be gentle
But I'll give you some advice, check your dental
Yeah, I fudgeed it up, don't be judgemental
I'll come around and sock you in the face
So you'd better back the fudge up and give me some space
If not I'll pull out a nine without a trace
Cap you and make it a race
From five-o, gotta set the pace
Hide away from the pigs at my place

Next person in line, don't even step up
My rhymes are so bad, they'll make you erupt
We all know you ain't got no balls
So don't be trying to be no Biggie Smalls
You know you can't do it, you'll fail
You might as well take your chance and bail
So just pack up and fudge off
'Cos I'm the motherfudgein boss