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Write bars and attack the people you don’t like and defend the people you do like. Jump in on someone, who’s being attacked by the others, or try to defend him. Fights can break out all over the place. Everything is happening at the comments section.

Who is the Winner

Just like any bar fight, there are no winners. The only prize you’re going to win is the respect from the people involved in the fight.

There is no limit on the number of bars you can write. There are no rules. It’s a lyrical bar fight!

You have a grudge against someone? Attack him with bars by writing them as a comment! Will he reply? Is he scared to? Will others join in? Will someone defend him? Let the fighting begin!

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  • Zero S6X
    Zero S6X
    Reply

    Up all night and you still penned a shit verse, still wack/
    Six’s back, real hard bars, impact give you the relapse/
    Intact spitting, screwing you up by nailing you with instant blasts/
    Bringing back hitting bars, leaving scars erasing your infant raps/

    Overreact? The truth hurts, you must think you tough/
    Zee’s true blood, who’s up? you ain’t hot, ain’t warm, you suck/
    Beating me is like God groveling at the feet of the devil/
    Impossible, you a glass house built in an area filled with pebbles/

    Zee cross limits? Each shot’s hitting, kid brawls, sinking/
    He’s on weak shit, leavin my signature, his blood dripping/
    I smoke the mic, roasting guys, no deny best say I’m reckless/
    While you stay at the bottom moping n groping like pros playin tetris/

    Rivals facing a master, I’ma living legend like Christ in his time/
    Only time I’m on the ground, that’s my shadow like Christ in the sky/
    Bars of gold put the class on hold, shots on shots, bars up close/
    Finishing the chap, uphold that L to u, nigga you don’t come close/
    Leave you in the dust, kid is rust, all you be playing is catch up, ghost/
    No, your funeral just got completed, I be at the front seat raise the glass up toast/

    The fuck you talking about black dudes, you wack fool?/
    Shall I remind you the bad news’ the L stays on you like a tattoo/
    You are fake, leave you Dumbfounded when I spit the Dizaster/
    With that shit you couldnt be on top of The Game even if u was dating the rapper/

  • D spitta
    Reply

    Recognize the face behind the Red, Blue Mask
    Hell path for dead fools rap, let em guess who’s back
    Tutor fo stu-dents full crap, Rough fo bitches gel smooth ass
    “Who’s That?!” The one who grip the mic N girls lose pants/

    On point, I’m here to kill this, whether you’re Zero or SickSix
    Your skill shits overload practice, Zero instincts
    Come eat each “word” is sleep pills, bite me I’m deadly inbuilt
    Fight me I spit these heavy rhymes dive, hit the dead sea/

    Clever Complex, shall I paralyze yo’ conscious or cerebellar cortex
    I conquer the conquest or whatever comes next !
    I hit like Martial/Marshall I’m Monsters, stabbin’ in coffin beds
    you’re just obnoxious then non-sense, lackin’ the common sense/

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Who’s back? The fool that his crew’s wack, flew back/
      To his school bag, took a beating, thinks his grooves back/
      You grab the mic and spit, make girls loose pants?/
      True that, bruised gang’s all pussies, suckin dicks while he spew raps/

      You sank, took you long to write twelve bars, you wacks/
      This the last time I press rewind to fast forward to your end/
      Wrong move coming back at King Zee, SickS6X. It’s sealed/
      I’m still in, spittin real heat this quick, beast mode, sick shit/

      You pissed bitch, I sweep clean the rap vicinity, don’t test me, Kid/
      wrote sumthin worse than chocolate droppa n think you killed s6x/
      You ain’t on point, strong point? I’m like Tupac and Big conjoint/
      In the booth, make you pee in your new pants like Kim K at gunpoint/

      Freestyle on the spot, off the top response of the Lord/
      In this rhyming zone, I take no L’s, know well to not miss shots/
      Want to brawl? I seen that shit coming like I spit with a crystal, nigga/
      We square off, I spin you, rip you, leave you blacked out like a ninja/

      • D spitta
        Reply

        Damn Bromista …that’s how you spit huh? drop yo’ juice from my dope filter
        Boring Bitch, I’ll break your whole lecture
        Drink my tea in will effect ya like philter
        land the flyin’ Badistta on yo’ back, so tap
        but still beat you after that, no crap!

        Callin’ my crew whack,u overreact & mad you guessed right who’s back
        12 bars wasn’t enough so I’ll send ya to permanent trap
        Shit, you’re just a kid you’ll be dead after you ate my heat
        SickSix sealed ? Don’t worry I’ll break the seal!

        Get in the booth I’ll beat you like Kung Fu
        Beat down on the ground soon I’ll piss on you, fool
        Eww, yo’ rhymes full of gay clues, street whore
        Don’t cross limits in your fuckin’ beast mode

        Flow O2 smooth, flowing through bamboos, throwing stars at you
        Split you like capsules, you still got whack moves
        Screamin’ “Fuck SickSix” with an attitude like black dudes
        Sorry Zero’s students Doc Spitta bring the bad news/

        • D spitta
          Reply

          bringing the bad news*

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Up all night and you still penned a shit verse, still wack/
      Six’s back, real hard bars, impact give you the relapse/
      Intact spitting, screwing you up by nailing you with instant blasts/
      Bringing back hitting bars, leaving scars erasing your infant raps/

      Overreact? The truth hurts, you must think you tough/
      Zee’s true blood, who’s up? you ain’t hot, ain’t warm, you suck/
      Beating me is like God groveling at the feet of the devil/
      Impossible, you a glass house built in an area filled with pebbles/

      Zee cross limits? Each shot’s hitting, kid brawls, sinking/
      He’s on weak shit, leavin my signature, his blood dripping/
      I smoke the mic, roasting guys, no deny best say I’m reckless/
      While you stay at the bottom moping n groping like pros playin tetris/

      Rivals facing a master, I’ma living legend like Christ in his time/
      Only time I’m on the ground, that’s my shadow like Christ in the sky/
      Bars of gold put the class on hold, shots on shots, bars up close/
      Finishing the chap, uphold that L to u, nigga you don’t come close/
      Leave you in the dust, kid is rust, all you be playing is catch up, ghost/
      No, your funeral just got completed, I be at the front seat raise the glass up toast/

      The fuck you talking about black dudes, you wack fool?/
      Shall I remind you the bad news’ the L stays on you like a tattoo/
      You are fake, leave you Dumbfounded when I spit the Dizaster/
      With that shit you couldnt be on top of The Game even if u was dating the rapper/

  • eminem
    Reply

    Yo i can’t battle rap but i’mma give it a try.
    Most of ya’ll suck like pipettes. copying wack mc’s and wanna go against a giant!!!!??
    Come on then, try it.
    Shit you spitting is garbage my granola bars roll u in a ball like cabbage i’m Savage with a heavy baggage of disses for niggas who act like MRS. I’m on a cannibalistic rampage you fucking stupid like stitches.
    You all bark and no bite like some teeth less bitches.
    I’m on my third strike but i’m still swinging.
    Aiming at the testes of my opponent I ain’t going to hit none cause y’all bunch of pussies.
    Lol just like what em did to ja i’mma take you off the map.
    Put you in prison let them rape you from the back.

    How was that???? Let me know please.

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Not bad, just need to practice and practice.

      • eminem
        Reply

        Thanks

  • D spitta
    Reply

    Anybody up?….SickSix?

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Whachu got?

      • D spitta
        Reply

        Somethin’ wrong with RM, its not showing comments on the time it is posted

        Sixsick I’ll post now

  • Zero S6X
    Zero S6X
    Reply

    Who up?

  • Zero S6X
    Zero S6X
    Reply

    Been hell busy. Need ta stretch a little, anyone hit me with your best.

    • D spitta
      Reply

      Yo six shit asking for heat like bitch wish
      finish ya in one shot dead shot like Will Smith
      this nil bitch zero in this hit list
      your shits smells sweet
      I doubt six writes with a strawberry lipstick
      I’m the reason of your jealousy if you hate me, fuckin feel
      Hate more less breathe, skills? it ain’t in your genes suck my seeds
      Penis bigger than possibly, probably ain’t in your jeans
      every time i spit up hit em it hurts em fucking deep
      Cause im known to hurt mentally plus physically
      so when I speak on beats
      devils fucking loving
      but never telling admit it! take your ass and split it
      I’m quickly drippin’ in jin see witty bars are dizzy
      If you thinkin’ to sip it you risking heart from slippin’/

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        If niggas gonna come at Zee you best come correct/
        Crosscheck your prospects of winning, the sword’s bent/
        A suspect unchecked, words sent, Zee spit’s blood obsessed/
        Fuck your hate protests, it’s your head bout to roll next/

        For real man? Nah this ain’t D Spitta tho’ his dick’s thinner/
        All that shit talk, pissed off? I spit, rip diss real quicker/
        Real slicker, swifter, see I raised the bar, bars hard, real sicker/
        Kids rapping straight from his moms bout real triggers!/

        Fuck the internet, I bet that’s how fake life gets/
        I’d death Paul, then I’m robbing Peter to pay myself/
        Push me to the wall and watch me ricochet/
        Hit you in your mouth ripping half your lip away/

        Your career is like a mouthless hooker, shit wont blow/
        Kid won’t go far, I’m so lit like the cigar these dudes blow/
        Spitting, spinning spherical leaving you youngins hysterical/
        I’ll toss u in the flame, leave you dazed, u’ll need a miracle/

        Witty bars? All dicks, moms and bitch, that’s titty bars/
        I spit it, grasp, leavin you breathin fast, leavin you killing scars/
        You bitchy lad, I got it coming at you like bees from a beehive/
        Real tight, bars tougher than what your idols been behind/

        You look like your bitch, except she’s got beards on her chest/
        Fuck you punk, you lost, it’s much power you couldn’t harness/

        • D spitta
          Reply

          I thrown the shield and the sword for the good
          now i gotta pick em again for these goods, some fools
          thrown bars thought they got silk uniform and crown
          I ain’t in battles homie I’m the king of whole war zone/

          You sound bullshit when you pull these so-so rhymes
          You’re foolishly blind crossing my exclusive lines
          “Lyrically” I’m one mind “Flow” an another now combine
          What’chu get is some fine heat rhymes like fire meets the dynamite /

          “I look like my bitch” great bitch now you call that witty ?
          Haven’t seen me & telling this ? now that’s I call bitching! /

          Now listen you pet tie a rope a
          ’round your freaking neck
          while I write my sentences of your sentence to death
          break the pen! , Stop fighting with a sheared cushion
          Front like a man get something better, a real weapon
          Make sense, less complex fellas faults I volunteered
          Yo’ bars fallin’ lite as feathers keep blowin’ that air/

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Not sure if that’s Spitta. I see that avatar a lot.

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Ill style freestyle, spitting missiles real fly/
        Flow’s sick, diagnosed of ill rhymes till I die/
        I’d keep schooling you crap loud wack clowns/
        I’ll keep it simple like 22Two’s, like BIG with that crown/

        I just read your verse, verse’s versus Sick SiX?
        Real weak, I could close my eyes, spit sickening sixteens/
        This like that TDE BET Cypher ‘cept I’m spitting real hyper/
        So-So rhyme? I’m Dizasterous in Em’s mode, spit shit tighter/

        The thrown’s not for the taking, it’s taken/
        Bitching? Face it, kid you spitting lame shit/
        So he knows, woe to hoes, Flow’s cold/
        Blooded, sword’s bent, slit you in the name of the Holy Ghost/

        I’m on the right track like a local train on rail/
        Bar’s bulky like retail, more delivery than Hotmail/
        Kid better think twice, I’d kill ya with many stance/
        My style’s tighter, like hooks to a lady’s bra/

        Your lines are weak like a diabetic’s Attention/
        Spitting fly shit, like airplane or Jesus in ascension/
        I flow epidemic, ill shit, I infect guys like birdflu/
        I’ma watch you and your crew crash like bellview/

        I pour lyrics like libation, I grab the pen, situation’s/
        making bars stick together like the Jewish Nation/
        You ain’t no rapper son, you the type mama puts on/
        You ain’t no emcee, you’re a comedy phenomenon/

        You that UFO nigger I spilled his blood. you best know, nigger
        I spit heat and leave the whole US Cold, jigger/

        • D spitta (D Rhyme Drilla)
          Reply

          Keep shittin’ missiles I’ll be flippin’ it back or fissile
          keep figuring my figures I’m freezing, boy your ending is fizzle
          keep mixing cheap tricks bitch keep buildin’ with bricks
          I’ve been busy a bit bitch since Maytane has slipped/

          be serious, your bars seeming if it’s made of lithium
          I’m vicious, GIANT cooking delicious rhymes
          Eat it bitch! have your juiciest bite
          I can see this all stealin’ in schemin’ your secret crimes/

          Whatchu said above dude “lady’s bra” whut fool?
          trust I can burst it at once & u lose/loose/

          you infect “Guys” like bird flu? what’s the infection fool ?
          STD or AIDS? that’s probably from third group
          face bitching? should fuck you in various techniques
          you reversed to your worse now slip an ambien to sleep/

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Your life’s like your bars, shit’s got no structure/
        No punch, I spit shit and make mics rupture, contort/
        My opposition’s compositions. UFO’s too weak/
        You’d see, truth is i’m fly like a witch on a broom stick/

        Delicious rhymes you cooking? Stupid bullshit/
        You loosed misused dick ain’t got the blueprint to cook shit/
        You ain’t even warm like your moms cunts. You losing/
        as always. Snoozing, get slapped by the baseball bat/

        D Spitta, D rhyme Drilla? See that’s UFO, lil’ rat/
        Stealing someone’s persona you insecure riff raff/
        Or maybe Gmax. Game over, time to hit the bathroom/
        Flow’s like a butterfly, words stinging like bad news. Truth’s/

        Fuck your covers, the defeat stays on you like a tattoo/
        Not one punchline, hot line to react to, you wack dude/
        Bury your face and your pen, deal with the tension later/
        You got your death wish, quit rap get your pension paper/

        I’ll kill you with the pen, ain’t a threat but a promise/
        Something to warn you, you got it coming bloody/
        Sonny, fact’s never step to the illest if your rap’s wack/
        Shoulda never mentioned MayTane you lame brain bastard/

  • Zero S6X
    Zero S6X
    Reply

    Fuckin kid, fuck with me, you get fucking killed/
    Fucking beat up, seal up all plans of jumping me/

    I’m calling out all you fruity ass wack rap niggas/
    Zee’s back, been a week, clap back, chaps rap lethal/
    Signal back, grab the pen, use the ink, brag bigger/
    Fuck you strawberry flavored niggas, I’m the man iller/

    Godzilla rhymes, we like a fraction but I’m the one on top/
    Non stop kicking rhymes, inking lines, the lord of lords/
    Tuck these rappers with punchlines, sweet dreams/
    These niggas rap’s, ineffective, shit’s like weak dicks/

    Half man half amazing, on this lane I’m blazing, razing/
    Faze me? Phrasing raging lines, have your white flags waving/
    Hating? Face it, embrace it, I’m twice any nigga I’m facing/
    Bravery? Slaving who’s every in the way to the top I’m taking/

    Tell this rappers, their downfall is the project I’m engineering/
    Throw your best near me, like newspapers it’s it I’m shredding/
    Hot lines to utter, let’s see what you hot guys do mutter, muster/
    Me taking on these niggas is like a hot knife through butter/

    New niggas just new niggas, you should lay low/
    Stay cold, no show, ain’t nobody moving till I say so/

  • PinPucci
    Reply

    Anyone wanna battle! Let me know…

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      This kid’s around? It’s be damn quiet, anyone hit me up!

      • UFO
        Reply

        You spit shit you on a lot of crap
        I see why you’re called Zee , cause you bust then I just wanna nap
        Zeezeezee , who da best ? me me me ,
        UFO up in this bitch , ima make you spaz like a dancing Twitch
        Give you nervous jerks till you swerve into a ditch
        Then shovel on some dirt , i mean your rapping words
        Get hitched , with your girl , I’m on a level that a Shaq growth spurt couldn’t help you reach ,
        Oh ..! I kill , UFO’s the realest deal

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Zee’s the loose new rifle for you suicidal rappers/
        You new diaper rapper stepping up with used fire crackers/
        Fuck you, Rap’s a bitch, I’m the fucking bridal master/
        Stunning tidal shit I spit, before you fucking rival, match that/

        UFO, you best know new steps, blow out that candle/
        Battling Zee? Handle the heat, remold that shit back to/
        Somethin more than nursery rhymes, your loud ass’s rattled/
        Chap scramble away, I’m Zee, still got the mantle/

        Cancel all plans to tackle, hassle. change your angle/
        You just a racket, bitch you don’t got the balls to battle/
        You shoulda stayed quiet, not take the fucking gamble/
        Now you in my presence, King Zee, take off your fucking sandal/

        I’m so nuts, I’ll leave you bolting down the stairs/
        UFO’s the real deal? Must be snowing down in hell/
        Fuck your club. You a pebble, Zee’s the mountain, compare/
        Come hear, son hear, I’m the real reason your mom’s scared/

        Now that’s a fucking sample, son stay behind the curtain/
        You insist I’ll curtail your short stay, have shots sprays/
        Legalize the day, blood day, you touch my apple, lord pray/
        I’m coming for you, no holds barred, have you covered in blood stains!/

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Bullshit, Not one hot line, not one punchline in it/
        Load of crap, I warned you, now it’s crunch time, listen/

        Ring the alarm, I’m about to bomb on this kid/
        Stomp on his shit, I’m the Lord of this ring/
        Bitch, in this I’m Zeezus, the king of Rapzareth/
        Smoking mics, the black beetle with the black beret/

        We all know that the bitch ass nigga ain’t sound serious/
        Your mama missed her cycle, coulda been one less clown, period/
        Truth is, you see I spit shit deeper than blue seas. New bitch/
        Rhyming cook with look, groot, you out, sound bruised kid/

        You’re a J Cole tryna do raggae shit or blues/
        I’m about to make your nightmares come through/
        “is is, cough cough” basic lame sick wack shit/
        Left you the lighter, you couldn’t still be that lit/

        I’m boundless like the paintings of Picasso/
        Kid’s spitting shit, acting like his skill’s macho/
        Motherfucker, get your game up, this the bar fight/
        All I need is a mic, I’d fuck you up with my arms tied/

        Your surgeon better be good at the jigsaw thingy/
        cos i’m ripping u to pieces, Bitch this real raw lyrics/
        Droppin’ mo’ flames with lyrics than ghost rider/
        i’m deadlier with BARS than a shoaling pole fighter/

        More punchlines leaving you nigga the nose bleed/
        It’s game over, your last words before the ghost leaves/

        • Zero S6X
          Zero S6X
          Reply

          @UFO maybe you pressed something else, happens once a while.

        • Zero S6X
          Zero S6X
          Reply

          That’s two verses versus you, something for you to wallow/
          In. Shallow bitch swallow pills, still the only competition is my shadow bitch/

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Pin don’t say it, Pucci’s a pussy he talks lazy/
      Pre’ much lately, a kid tryna drive a truck, he gone crazy/
      Bitch wan’ face me? You that fat old moustache lady fading/
      Please God save him, like a spoilt DVD Zee’s done playing/

      Another under cover new east parody shit, this/
      Balcony kid spewing baloney shit, I’ll show you this/
      Give you that fire so all you new dicks can go with it/
      Bare in mind, right, write your verse, still be damn smoking it/

      Spittin’ Zee schemed ill shit freestyle, off the top of this head/
      This ain’t the issue of blood, bitch if you touch your real dead/
      To win the battles you don’t start the war/
      Spark the brawl with Zee, you won’t just land with thud/

      Crushing all your best efforts like some real grapes,/
      Now press that iron to your note, get your shit straight/

    • Gmax
      Reply

      Break ya down in a sector then I select ya pussy
      I Correct ya , heavy measure when I press the pressure

    • Gmax
      Reply

      @pinpucci

      Break ya down in a sector then I select ya pussy
      I Correct ya , heavy measure when I press the pressure

      • Anonymous
        Reply

        was this a attempt at the biggie smalls rhyme scheme? even if it wasnt that was well fucking done

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