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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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  • B-Wise
    Reply

    Sup, peeps anybody up?

    • Sensei Doyle
      Sensei Doyle
      Reply

      B-Wise lemme revise your name from your question,/
      You see I reap demise, Sensei with the lesson,/
      So you will now “B-Dead” from asking if I’m up/
      Cuz I’m ’bout to test you on whether your rhymes suck!/

      Check it- Four bill clock on top my wrist,/
      Three whips in my driveway sit,/
      Two knives, one in either fist,/
      And [one/won], the shit that I just did,/

      Battle axe- I really own one,/
      War horn blowing from my dome son,/
      Viking with berserker rage/
      Raid and pillage, murder, rape,/

      Flesh I cook and eat like chicken,/
      Stove’s on pre-heat in my kitchen,/
      Even when I half ass in a minute this is great/
      You can bring that [weak/week] shit but it just won’t hold up(,) [weight/wait]

  • Zero S6X
    Zero S6X
    Reply

    Who’s up for some lil heat?

    • Gene R
      Reply

      Rhyme exotic, so the next pest, don’t got it/if a brave, tries to, lace it, he’ll get a face dipped in toxic

      Get your face split, I’m noctious, others hover obnoxious/livin’ testament to just how sick, this art hip hop gets

      20 years of age, livin’ in the year of our lord/collect respect in a gourd, show less, and get the, down pour

      I down your, whole crew, niggas think they the ace, that’s till I fold you/and trust, this goes much beyond 50 cards

      I’m a pro rap athlete, I’m on fifty yards/till I reach the end zone, hell, I’d say I’m Odell to y’all

      Or, perhaps I rap OJ, not vitamin’ C/see your chick, like that, i hold bae, give vitamin D

      That might’ve been me, in the past, but now, I stay winnin’/what’s a mug to do, when he’s through with the ninth innin’?

      And niggas feelin’ salty, wanna put the knife, in him?/Just pepper them with bullets, when I pull this ammunition

      -Gene R

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Rhyme like Eastwood, this dude thinks he’s toxic, must be/
        Delusional, chronic, jumping the gun, son beware the caustic/
        Spitting Zee’s dishing, smooth killing like slipped out pocket’/
        Docket your judgement, you bout to get a rocket to your socket/

        Your off grid, each line is a comet, outta this world. Trust it,/
        To deliver, like a Hebrew woman, smash this bitch’s coccyx/
        Know this, notice closely ya only sick when ya in the hospital/
        Chocking, it’s me S6X degrees lower than ZERO, turn ya to popsicle/

        I just giggle, you ain’t busting, sending the wrong signals/
        20 years of age? Yet your game lame, same comical/
        Shit you dudes come up with, yapping, lines is a joke/
        Stone cold, I keep making the cut, like a knife slit a throat/

        After me, I’m the next best thing, ain’t even stressing/
        Best be believin errythin I say, just checked you off my checklist/
        Perhaps you rap OJ? No way, nigga who lied to you/
        Too ill, black Jesus with a pen, nigga I blew life to you/

        • Gene R
          Reply

          Zero S6X

          Your verses come up short, so jesus wept/then, jesus gets to work on heathens, don’t believe his rep?

          Check, He is Eastwood, if you’d like to know why he’s good/switched to Gene, but, put, MC’s in a tomb still

          You’re, fresh out the womb skill, my game is aged eighty/kill, with the page, eighty, wipe the blood off my socks then cock a lady

          Like it’s nuthin, psycopathic tactics, push a button/and I’ll peel your skin off, like a wrapper of a muffin

          See, you’re like a rapper off of sumthin/drunk off his hype, trash at the mic,
          a little punk, and

          We real playas can’t lay the time, for you/you’re tryna win the fame, while it’s dimes I pursue

          I got the cash bagged like chicken from Perdue/while you’re makin’ up raps, and staying past curfue

          Fuck the pen and pad, it’s just the Ben’s i have in mind/call yourself Zero, cuz your ass don’t have a dime

          In both meanings, no money and no hoe leaning on you/smoke weak weed with seeds, while I’m on shrooms

          Jumpin’ niggas like Mario/
          Pumpin’ bitches like Rosario Dawson, I’m all in

          But that’s just the pussy, call-in/while you got no choice, but jerkin’ in the halls, friend

          Just don’t get that spunk on the walls, friend/and tell your sis to come suck, on the balls, and

          Be a sport, and get a quart of vodka, give your sis a sip, I’ll have the clothes, off her/and I’ll get to work makin a nephew for you

          I’m God MC, the best since Kool Herc put the hurt, on us/and dawned the hip hop, we got, on us

          I’m a poet, a black James Morrison/you couldn’t Light My Fire, shut the Doors, then

          -“Do You Believe? It’s Hova the God”

          • Zero S6X
            Zero S6X

            Nigga, it’s evident, I done told you, done showed you,/
            difference between between a kid and a god, old news/
            You ain’t catching up, lagging much on your cold cruise/
            No bruise you leaving with your spitting, I fold you/

            Choke hold you, make you Take-Off like a Migo, rolled you/
            Away, you had to go through but you ain’t passed, so you/
            Back again but you wack, ain’t got it, ain’t stuntin, no moves./
            I’m Zero, a section here to my name, that’s Bars Of Gold, dude/

            Nigga, no hoes ’cause I’m too busy getting, setting dreams/
            Get you a real woman, but you couldn’t, failed at everythin/
            It’s 2017, East’s 20, 17 bars on how you put yo dick at anything,/
            God MC? Just getting killed, I got rap a gown n the wedding ring/

            Best believe I son’d you, an essay is what you come through/
            No punchlines, wordplay, I dunked you, send u to sleep tuck u/
            Nigga you dumb, pen bars about how you fucked the sista/
            I never had, went into hidin, you ducked the mister/

            I’m Zero, degrees lower, spit and leave u freezing, know that/
            East’s flow’s wack, you to me, a bicycle to a Rover, Yoda/
            Moves I’m making, so put some battle shit before I reply/
            Some punchlines and puns, decide to spice your insights/

            East changed his name 6times, 6times wack, under the/
            Ground tryna be Hovah, that’s Jay-Z nigga you a wannabe/
            A clown with different costumes, what you gonna be/
            Next? Step to me, definitely don’t b, I know your estimate b/

            Nigga, you ain’t busting sit down, left you in jeopardy/
            Make you reject decisions, like America did Donald T/
            I told ya what to do, East acting ill, you baffle who?/
            This Zee, rattled you, make put out your candles boo./

            The Ruler, won’t hesitate to set shit straight, extricate/
            My beast, let him decimate this nigga, explicate/
            The mystery, history’s bending, Zee resetting fates/
            Play’s swayed, game changed its me invertin spades/

            Dispersin’ ace, this nigga relapsing, zee I’m reversin’/
            Time, crack davinci code, check mcs in hearse quick/
            Listen when the vet speaks, in this setting, bet it/
            Challenge ain’t challenge, checked it off my checklist/

            Be like S6X uh, rule number one don’t be number two/
            Hunger moves, dude get on my plate, I savaged crews/
            Not yet 21, I’m carnage too, erry challenge I ravaged smooth/
            I’m the meanest guy here, son fuck you average dude./

            Stunning stunts, gotta to be blunt just to make a point/
            Catch these nigga, it’s a wrap, like Wiz bake a joint/
            Flip a coin, sky can’t be my limit, I’m gunning for pluto/
            More skillful on bars than the best gold gymnast you know/

            This spit tighter, in the kitchen, got the heat up, feels on/
            Spittin’ real hot, have you chasing ghost, nigga keep up/
            Jigs up, these dawgs got more bark than tree trunks/
            Put East Wood still on his heels like bitches at strip clubs/

            Nigga, make this look like a battle or I ain’t gonna keep answering an essay on how you fucked the whole neighbourhood.

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Rhyme like Eastwood, this dude thinks he’s toxic, must be/
      Delusional, chronic, jumping the gun, son beware the caustic/
      Spitting Zee’s dishing, smooth killing like slipped out pocket’/
      Docket your judgement, you bout to get a rocket to your socket/

      Your off grid, each line is a comet, outta this world. Trust it,/
      To deliver, like a Hebrew woman, smash this bitch’s coccyx/
      Know this, notice closely ya only sick when ya in the hospital/
      Chocking, it’s me S6X degrees lower than ZERO, turn ya to popsicle/

      I just giggle, you ain’t busting, sending the wrong signals/
      20 years of age? Yet your game lame, same comical/
      Shit you dudes come up with, yapping, lines is a joke/
      Stone cold, I keep making the cut like a knife slit a throat/

      After me I’m the next best thing, ain’t even stressing/
      Best be believin errythin I say, just checked you off my checklist/
      Perhaps you rap OJ? No way, nigga who lied to you/
      Too ill, black Jesus with a pen, nigga I blew life to you/

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      Nigga, it’s evident, I done told you, done showed you,/
      difference between between a kid and a god, old news/
      You ain’t catching up, lagging much on your cold cruise/
      No bruise you leaving with your spitting, I fold you/

      Choke hold you, make you Take-Off like a Migo, rolled you/
      Away, you had to go through but you ain’t passed, so you/
      Back again but you wack, ain’t got it, ain’t stuntin, no moves./
      I’m Zero, a section here to my name, that’s Bars Of Gold, dude/

      Nigga, no hoes ’cause I’m too busy getting, setting dreams/
      Get you a real woman, but you couldn’t, failed at everythin/
      It’s 2017, East’s 20, 17 bars on how you put yo dick at anything,/
      God MC? Just getting killed, I got rap a gown n the wedding ring/

      Best believe I son’d you, an essay is what you come through/
      No punchlines, wordplay, I dunked you, send u to sleep tuck u/
      Nigga you dumb, pen bars about how you fucked the sista/
      I never had, went into hidin, you ducked the mister/

      I’m Zero, degrees lower, spit and leave u freezing, know that/
      East’s flow’s wack, you to me, a bicycle to a Rover, Yoda/
      Moves I’m making, so put some battle shit before I reply/
      Some punchlines and puns, decide to spice your insights/

      East changed his name 6times, 6times wack, under the/
      Ground tryna be Hovah, that’s Jay-Z nigga you a wannabe/
      A clown with different costumes, what you gonna be/
      Next? Step to me, definitely don’t b, I know your estimate b/

      Nigga, you ain’t busting sit down, left you in jeopardy/
      Make you reject decisions, like America did Donald T/
      I told ya what to do, East acting ill, you baffle who?/
      This Zee, rattled you, make put out your candles boo./

      The Ruler, won’t hesitate to set shit straight, extricate/
      My beast, let him decimate this nigga, explicate/
      The mystery, history’s bending, Zee resetting fates/
      Play’s swayed, game changed its me invertin spades/

      Dispersin’ ace, this nigga relapsing, zee I’m reversin’/
      Time, crack davinci code, check mcs in hearse quick/
      Listen when the vet speaks, in this setting, bet it/
      Challenge ain’t challenge, checked it off my checklist/

      Be like S6X uh, rule number one don’t be number two/
      Hunger moves, dude get on my plate, I savaged crews/
      Not yet 21, I’m carnage too, erry challenge I ravaged smooth/
      I’m the meanest guy here, son fuck you average dude./

      Stunning stunts, gotta to be blunt just to make a point/
      Catch these nigga, it’s a wrap, like Wiz bake a joint/
      Flip a coin, sky can’t be my limit, I’m gunning for pluto/
      More skillful on bars than the best gold gymnast you know/

      This spit tighter, in the kitchen, got the heat up, feels on/
      Spittin’ real hot, have you chasing ghost, nigga keep up/
      Jigs up, these dawgs got more bark than tree trunks/
      Put East Wood still on his heels like bitches at strip clubs/

      Nigga, make this look like a battle or I ain’t gonna keep answering an essay on how you fucked the whole neighbourhood.

    • Gene R
      Reply

      @Zero Sick Shit

      hold this truth to be self evident, not all emcees created equal/I rhyme tight, while this tyke is writin’ somethin’ fecal

      I rhyme like, a Shakespeare, get dimes like, big willies/Zee’s flow is stuck at third world, that’s how he, gets Chile/chilly

      Brother, you can’t feel me, God flow, you can’t, kill me/your skills be like your namesake, and that’s Zil, G

      As for your non-existent sister, since I can’t, dick her/bring me your mommy or your aunt, I’ll flaunt, she’ll want a kiss, sir

      In the pubic, but, I can’t do this/
      not out of hubris, but because the last thing out that puss was you, kid

      And since you’re wack, I won’t suck at the source/but, mommy wouldn’t listen, had her hands at the sword

      So, I start to glisten, I said, “look ma, your head is vicious/but just like your son’s dreams, you and me is fictitious”

      “I just can not in good concious put your puss in stitches/when the only thing, that springs from that, is punks and bitches”

      She replied “forgive my son, he took those slow classes/and even flunked outta them, he just couldn’t pass em”

      ” I tried to woop his ass some, but, I think he likes the pain/I had to stop her ” hold up, ma, just what are you sayin?”

      She continued ” I think he’s into, kinky shit” / I replied, ” you mean,that fingerin’ with a pinky shit?”

      I had to laugh, I grabbed the pad, and told her/”just relax, I’ll rap his ass, drop a boulder, on em”

      ” And this pain I dismiss, it won’t be pleasurable/with my skills, immeasurable, I’ll get into his head for good”

      Likening yourself to me, this, you never should/and hopefully, after this diss, you stay dead for good

      Dissing my punchlines, I forgot, you flunked rhyme/wit is something true MCs had, time after time

      You can’t structure a bar, to save your life/and your analogies puncture sub-par, ain’t even nice

      No known knowledge of alliteration/and your ass has not passed at assonance

      Sick Six, but, i can pick out just one dumb mother fuck/claimin he rolls with some other cucks

      Even if you did, I’d still son your whole crew/big pun, your whole crew, shine the son, your all through

      I reside on the east, but, don’t take sides, at the least/any area can get it/from Washington to coneticut

      Subject, verbs, and predicates, at the ready/and if it does come down to it, the clappers at the ready

      I’m like a slasher, from Jason down to Freddy/I’ve got Zero on my body count so far, I haven’t started yet

      These niggas havent even farted yet/scared at how, retarded it gets, when you start with the best

      Don’t even jest, this rap lasted longer than your career/it’s clear, like your bandolier, you started shootin’ in fear

      But, call it a miracle, no, call it incompetence/that not one clap of your raps could even off my kneck

      So, I’m finished, and here comes your mother, offerin’ kneck/and cuz just cuz she’s such an optimist, I’ll let her peck

      Chicken head, on my dick head, rub her clit red/never knew till now, how hard a clit could wet

      -Do You Believe?

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Nigga, seriously cut out that sissy crap. Another essay on how you used yo dick, then you say you got zero body count (you confuse asf, nigga). And I’m not kidding, I ain’t seen something battle-worthy in there only wordplay I see is “Chile/chilly” and everyone done said it. Nigga, seriously you ain’t got one punchline or pun???? Smh try mumble rap that’s the shit that got loads of pussy talk in it.

        • Gene R
          Reply

          Um, no. Not letting you do this. There were punch lines galore, my confused friend. When I said I had a body count at Zero, and I haven’t started yet, it was a double entendre. Your name is Zero, I started at you, it could also be taken to mean that I have a body count at Zero. When I say I haven’t started yet, that plays into the entendre. Because I have a body count at Zero, it couldn’t be taken to mean I haven’t begun yet, or that you’re my first victim, but I didn’t see you as a threat, hence the “I haven’t started yet” line. As for the Chile/Chilly 1. that’s a matter of opinion, and 2. If you sit back and absorb it for what it is, it’s actually quite clever. In one of your “raps” you described yourself as chilly, and zero degrees. As a retort, I describe your rhymes as third world, and that’s the only time you’d be Chile/chilly. Chile, if you don’t know, is a third world country. There’s plenty of word play, like when I come for your lack of alliteration and assonance, I actually use alliteration and assonance in that bar. And I even throw in story elements by describing an evening with your “mother.” As for the sex talk, yeah, that was a little much, but even that was done well in my opinion. If it had to be there, at least it was funny, adding another layer of depth to my lines. Yeah, you’ve got a somewhat coherent flow, but you come off like you’re just stringing words that rhyme together, they don’t feel that passionate to me, at least that’s how I feel. You might not like it, but, since we’re being honest, there it is 😉

  • 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

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