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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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  • Micky Lilsabsjr Nation
    Reply

    I’m doing it for myself not for others, I don’t care if you
    get it or not… just like a pencil of a broken led, it’s
    pointless, coz I do hiphop for the love not to impress
    or be an artist.

  • Doyle
    Doyle
    Reply

    Ayo… Anybody here? Check it…

    Back chillin’, Doyle with the lyrical fire,/
    When you hear it inspires, got you squealing your tires,/
    I been on this for a while now, y’all are like a mile down,/
    How high my bar is raised it’s kinda fucked that I’m still underground,/

    I’m working on it, hard, you’re feeling fleecy,/
    Fuck your species, I’m not human, you’re beneath me,/
    I’m a higher being, you’ll be quickly taken out,/
    Because the rest of y’all are shitty, talking Iggy spitting bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce (seriously wtf is with that song)

    • Kid Kazarie
      Kid Kazarie
      Reply

      Ayeee….

      It the Doyle man, wearing tinfoil doing the sham/
      Alien man but, not as high like I the new Gemini/
      Borderline genocide the way I floor these rap guys/
      Flow know to baptize, stream of conscious able to capsize/
      Little boat hopes got froze in the Minnesota cool
      next to Yachty body/
      Shotty cover ups for lack of skill
      I will deal the shots
      No steel but stick and stones, words kill
      Swamped, when the mouth can’t pay the bill
      Alligator arms and bone charms
      Play the game with the Vodoo harms
      Ghostly movement and residual duelin’
      Now rulin’ over the other’s heads
      Kazarie back from the dead

      • Doyle
        Doyle
        Reply

        Yo Kazarie, long time no see, homie,/
        I hope it’s sunny where you at, ’round here it’s only stormy,/
        For at least five days of the seven in the week,/
        So this bar I raise up to heaven when I speak/

        Needs a couple of handles just to pull me out the deep,/
        I feel bad for these sharks, I got em shakin’ like a leaf!/
        I’m frying bacon for the grease, just to throw it on a foe,/
        And while they’re screaming out in pain I’m gonna stow em in the stove,/

        Then I’ll let em roast, pluck their eyes out and I’ll throw em to the crows,/
        And I’ll burn their fucking corpse until it’s glowing in the coals!/
        I’m like Goldobin with my goals, cuz I’m ’bout to get a lot,/
        You know I walk up on these thots and make em drop it like it’s hot,/

        And I can never stop, I’m like a river with my flow,/
        I’m like my fire hall, get money and I blow it on some [ho’s\hose],/
        It’s true I blow it like my nose, but really blew it on a stand,/
        So my heavy bag can stay up while I practice throwing hands.

  • UFO
    Reply

    Yo wassup , rappers with your butts up
    Waiting to get fucked up , by me you already in my pick up truck
    Jacked , kidnapped , you screaming in the back
    While I chomp on nik naks , if you don’t shut the fuck up
    Click clack is gonna be the last thing you hear
    You queers , don’t get too near ,
    The way I cut and shoot you is like
    I’m producing a movie here
    Slit your wrists , while your momma’s panties
    Fill with piss , cause my fist is jammed up
    Her ass yes ! I do it simultaneous
    Bilingual flow , speaking in English and tongues ask
    The devil , he hears me , my verse piercing
    Got you tearing , the winds of change are veering ,
    That means there’s a New king in town bitch ass your end is nearing

    • Zero S6X
      Zero S6X
      Reply

      For real, any high expectations you should remove/
      Reboot, you had a bad start before i shut u down like the rest of the wacks/

      Took you a week still, bitch you weak still/
      Bring heat? You pissed bitch, then came with weak shit/
      Fuck honesty, honestly that crap was comedy/
      Still it ain’t funny, trust me I leave you stunned next bitch/

      If you come near, you got weak lines, wanna bungee/
      i’m like sand in your food if you ever try to crunch me, cross me/
      Smack your parents for raising such a stupid kid/
      Lucid shit I’m spitting, killing this niggas like I’m cupid still/

      Took you that long to sniff lines, still shit raps hoe/
      I circle your next move and I cross em out, tic tac toe/
      Flip back to some more real raps, I Kill it from day one/
      ‘Bout to end this nigga unfair, like cops did to Trevon/

      These Zee’s Bars tougher, rougher than the runway of lagos airport/
      so i try not to crash land when i air thoughts, bitch get lost/
      I left you two options, leave or vanish, that quick/
      You gonna end up still on the runway if you think you that swift/

      Try sleeping on me, I promise you won’t catch a wink/
      On the brink of bashing you with the sink for rhyming off sync/
      You got no structure, bragging like the old vulture/
      The kind that’ll make niggas hate Hip Hop culture/

      Your gonna get your nose puncher, I’m illmatic’s offspring/
      Whatever you done bitch, I’m passed it, done it, trumped it/
      Main attraction? I’m the main actor, you got the stage fright/
      Your state; died I’m the king with the crown that’s way bright/

      Fuck you, you fucking fucked up piece of shit/
      Zee’s unleashed, came at me, you couldn’t be on beats/
      You don’t fit into any beat like Kendrick on R n B/
      Sit your ass down, bitch you’re not gonna leave in one piece,/

      My fame about ta spread like a pandemic break out/
      You wont forget me with ur memory of low ram, lay down/
      Travel back in time, stop your father from that semen he spilled/
      Zee’s lit, real shit, without they hands in toilet they feeling this shit/

      That’s how you do a round knock out, I’m the rosary that’s gold/
      Your shit pointless like a blunt pencil, it’s your end you got to behold/

  • UFO
    Reply

    @Zee
    I was told don’t punch girls , hence there’s no punchlines
    But this bitch begging to get bombed so here I come “Banzai !”
    Rapzareth ? Cheesy dame quit your pc games , and get some sunshine ,
    I musta put knots in your tongue cause your lines sound tongue-tied !

    You spit wack , can’t put you on a record cause you’d lose track
    Your intro should be “Confusion on the beat” ,
    You best not get confused amidst my heat ,
    I’ma leave you abused like a victim of 3rd degree
    Having no life views cause your gaze stay on your feet bitch !

    I’ma monster amongst monsters , I puke up Godzilla
    With little bits in it of Princess Amidala
    Your bars are fillers , mine be the main attraction ,
    Motherfucker I make your bars look soppier than Toni Braxton’s !

    Bitch all I have left to say is you’re in over your head ,
    Your soul’s leaving , how can you compete ? When bitch you already dead

  • Zero SiX [SickSiX]
    Reply

    Some funny shit about mah mom,
    You don’t even know where I’m from,
    You’re like a kid tryna drive a truck,
    But like a beast I’ll come out of the woods, Wood, ya gone!
    You tryna bite my rhythm, meaning, you thought I died?
    Don’t fucking repeat the same old shit, lame old skit I fried!

    SickSiX’s verse is versus this weak bitch, East kid, service. Task me?
    Ask him, with rehearses, still don’t come close to MCs I slipped in hearses.
    East still shivers, SiX’s the kicker, Zee delivers, brings the thriller,
    Thinks he’s the shit? Nah, A fucking beginner, Zee the ripper, this quicker,
    End this kid with quivers, the lyricist, Zee, lyrics is, sicker, swifter,
    Slither than trigger, damn! Hear that? You the sliver from Zee’s pillar.
    Then you go, Here’s three stacks dude, then mentions your lame and wack too?
    Bad news, you backroom lampoon, that’s true, what? The defeat stays on you like a tattoo.
    Tryin’ not to harm you, n snap too, like King James bringing the Heat at you.
    Babu, something to add to, a taboo coming at me, what you have? You tuna, I’ve got the harpoon.
    You’re in Disneyland with your wack mystery band, you dissed me, man?
    Beat me? Nah, a god but you’ll need the devil’s helping hand.
    I Don’t buy East’s shit, get your rhymes up, diet it.
    Ain’t lying kid, next in line is you, hush! Stay quiet kid!

    Zero SiX [SickSiX]

    • iLegion
      iLegion
      Reply

      A worthy legionary, ladies and gentlemen, very worthy! You can feel there’s a talent here from afar! I like the way you express your character Zero SiX, well done!

      • Zero SiX [SickSiX]
        Reply

        Thanks man! Really really really appreciated. Haha, kinda love the way it sounds…Legionary. Peace! ๐Ÿ™‚

        • iLegion
          iLegion
          Reply

          If you’re wondering what I meant by legionary, check it out carefully here !

    • Anonymous
      Reply

      Hi I’m new , I’m probably leaving this on the wrong place too , give a fuck , I couldn’t find the fuckin button
      Today not having much luck , I guess , and to you vultures I now probably appear as a less than capable mess ,
      Who knows maybe I am ? Take a shit on me lyrically maybe you can ,
      Or maybe I’ll be god damned if I let you broad bitches looking at yourself as superman ,
      Do me in before I scald in a bone deep tan , I’ll bring the heat ,
      So just take a swing at this rap fan

    • UFO
      Reply

      I must be baby genius if I’m up in some diapers
      That’s the shit you spit to kill my drive ? Won’t even need my wipers
      That was birdshit , nitwit , I’ma have you stuttering like “this-this”
      Is is , cough cough weeze weeze ,
      Cause I spit flames and the fumes burn the inside of your veins
      Give you a Smackdown , here comes the pain !

      And what the fuck you talking about being a bridal master ?
      Might as well say “I’m a bitch” , you kill yourself like Southpark’s Kenny but faster
      I’ma give you issues that’ll see you looking for a Father in a pastor ,
      Hoe , that means I’ma put your daddy in a coffin posture ,

      Nursery rhymes is all it takes to murder you anyway
      One mothergoose verse will have your goose cooked
      Noose hooked round your neck give you a bruised look
      Fag you got blue balls so bad your wood look like a Blue “Groot”

      Fuck it man , I blow up like a nuke
      It’s best you mute
      Like I hit you with a silencer
      I got your balls in a vice grip in my pincer ,
      So try showing some , but unless you want dykes from now on don’t try Tinder .

      UFO bitch

      • Zero S6X
        Zero S6X
        Reply

        Blew up like a nuke? That’s the sound of a pricked balloon/
        I took you to the classroom and out you fizzled that soon/
        Gat to ask you, where kinda beat you still tryna rap to/
        Sounded like some boring clown in kiddies cartoons at noon/

        Fuck you, you should battle my four year old cousin/
        Cold blood loving, that kid’ll have your nose running/
        Illyrically inclined, rapping circles around you like a tornado/
        You new niggas ain’t focused, I got more goals than Ronaldo/

        You already loss before we started, your ass’s loud/
        Aim for mah crown next if you want your black out/
        You don’t know the nine techniques, don’t spit shit lies/
        I’ll shoot your mom in the back, fuck the bullet hole until she dies/

        Ask me, Yeah I’m that nasty rappin’ with Hades, baskin’/
        You yapping trash shit, match me? I took the crown real drastic/
        Shook this clown, he’s stammering, my warnings are ghastly/
        You can’t keep up, the race hasn’t started and you gasping/

        Sit your ass down, I’m stunning son
        UFO, should be UFL, ’cause U Fucking Lost!

    • UFO
      Reply

      The website’s buttons is all confusing and shit , so I put my response over there find it under UFO , @Zee

  • Calvin Crabtree
    Reply

    Lucky we not in person,
    I know ya berth smell like poop,
    Make me horny,
    I’ll rip threw you like the ass.
    Leave you gasp like when u smell your dental floss.
    Give it up, not a robbery, but y’all lost

  • D spitta
    Reply

    Yo! East, hoe ! wood, so many times you’ve been fool by your E-go
    U know you just a mosquito got under during open night window
    U lack your neurons, Rhyme & Flow you will never even know
    So, think you got the skills hoe? It feels no, me ? I kill y’all

    Hit this area with my rhymes sicker than malaria sick, yo
    Spitta spits the shit still feeling like u need more
    Leave this n go, calling your self the god wouldn’t make u this pro
    Sick-six-knows how your shit-dick-flows

    bleeding the rhyme blast but leaving your mind blank
    know what I mean by that, your nonsense reads we had

    Waste of time, waste of bullets in the case of crime
    Lots of fellas wanna be in this state of mind
    my creativity kicks your ass like kink, breaks your spin
    spitta climbing the top till he raise n shine

    Napoleon retard, your rap sounds like Jamaican Fart
    I’m African Hard, you call yourself God? U still holding your V-Card !

    My eyes x-rays your next game, next stupid verse ready to well tame
    My Mouth as a Gun stalks my next prey
    I’m forever on this, not even off for sun-days
    That’s why I’m on the Top, check the calendar, I’m the first on week days

    • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')
      Reply

      D-Shitta

      Don’t know bout sick six, but, your big sis knows/just how this, big dick, flows

      How you sick?, I’m the mosquito, right? so, that’s mostly me, bro/callin’ me a hoe, but at your moms?, I throw deniros

      Not the actor, but, that’s a factor you, share/and God or not, I still pop you, care to step?

      Dare to rep, your shitty flag, get your shit, emasculated/seed of rap, while on the couch, you’ve been, ejaculated

      If this ain’t ingrained in your brain, you must be, insane/I flow like French rivers, so my flows in Seine (get it?)

      Don’t sweat it, like a pig, don’t forget this/cuz East’ll bury your fuckin “career” if you let him

      Sike, I’m mad fly, you ain’t never had a plane/plain/do yourself a favor, next time, stay outta range
      (Do You Beleive?, It’s Eastwood Tha God)

      • D spitta
        Reply

        Oh sure bitch, playin’ these blind ass fake tricks,
        I have no big sis, Y u rappin’ dick sizes on this ??
        Ok bitch, Mine is six inch while sleeping, awaken its in-fi-nite (nit)
        Forget bout Sicksix, cuz you can’t manage to stand against two whiz

        Dear whack, I’m 100% confirmed u really a retard, your raps could rarely make real ranks
        Special thanks, to Doyle & Zero to making you this Psycho, but u haven’t realize fear, so relax..
        I would’ve used u as an experiment in my lab, with some hurting crap, but you’re just a dirty rat
        So you implement many rhymes as u can, mouth as bigger as Britney’s back, how many dicks u had?

        Ha-Ha Tha $hit-Wood is back! If people ever gone follow you
        that would be only to slap your ass, slide your land like Nepal back in the past

        Another gutter verse that you think flows like butter
        But u better write a letter later lately at night brother
        The suicidal letter, spitta will make u to commit quicker
        Bury my career? how? go ahead here is the shovel…

        No punchlines No great rhymes metaphors third-class all the time
        Lyrics Meaning is far away let alone the wordplay designs
        U flow like French Rivers? Yeah those French sewer pipes
        U fake it! punishment? Run a mile naked like American Pie 5

        • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')
          Reply

          Hop off my dick and split, since you like it so much/my rhymes are like a mindless tot, they just so clutch

          Your whack as fuck, no lie, Zero and Doyle?, no, guy/quit bringin up better MC’s, ain’t you proovin’ you, better than me?

          Then stick to the task at hand, you ass man/if I tear you an ass, it’s cuz you, asked, man

          God damn, another weak verse/brother, rehearse or reverse, before I hurt you

          Leave you in a hearse, few feet deep/ this is for, thinking you could ever, beat me

          This is for thinkin’ Zee and D could sweep me/they got a lil sumthin’, but, they stick to, sweepin’ leaves

          Cuz sweepin trees ain’t happenin’, I’m rooted/mention me in wack raps, like that, I’m rebooted

          Vamoose it’s, plain to see, ain’t a beast, or the hunter/surprised you ain’t met Steve Irwin, these times I’ve left you, down under

          No big sis?, I throw this dick, at your bitch/it’s a frisbee, every girl has licked the, tip

          Even your moms, bein’ the bomb I am, blew up on her, truthful/cream layin’ on her back, I call that Toaster Strudel

  • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')
    Reply

    Hov is back, life story, told through rap/no one told you, you wack, so, you spat that crap

    Well, I pull no punches, six pack raps, no crunches/rappers watch your backs, don’t get, no hunches

    Jean Eastwood? top game, don’t hunt this/still, runts wanna, trump this, fine, their, cunts wanna hump this

    You wanna jump this? ain’t kangaroos, think of what, can’t you do/stead of tryna dead me, got this in the bag, like Heftys

    Not a lefty, but, I swept thee with the southpaw, and I’m Eastern/Jersey born, for sure, he warm, degrees, burn

    Fahrenheit, 451 me?, it can’t be done, B/spit Def Jams, and even Russel Simmons couldn’t Run me

  • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')
    Reply

    What’s really good, though?, like broken convertibles, keep it hood, yo/
    Ya’ll thots thought East would go bye bye?, nice try, guys

    You banished me? c’mon, God flow, and it’s me/so you know, you can’t defeat, Zero, you vanished me?

    Get reel/real, I’ll give you a clip, if you want parts in my motion picture/just mad I got your thot mom, and I’m posin’ with her

    Picture that, with a Kodak, bein beaten/ by lames like you?, not even

    Life projects?, bullshit, I’m no one to, fool with/ so you pulled quick, I beat my beeth with Doyle, then you, pulled a twist

    100 days though, the Emporer’s back/
    give the, Emporer slack, you men are wack, I don’t lack shit

    Niggas pull a back flip when old East arrives/cuz niggas ain’t bat shit, blast with this?, you die

    And Doyle, we squashed it, don’t make no toxic moves/cuz you can’t fuck with me, you know I got it, dude

    SickSix, short a six or two from flowin’ demonic/I’m a God, but It’s apparent though, that flow?, I be on it

    (If there’s any of you that’d shoot on your Emporer, shoot!/but most of ya’ll just end up, lickin’ the Emporer’s boots)

  • ZERO [SickSiX]
    Reply

    I used to love TuPac plus Biggie, who’s that? Shh I got the boys in me,
    Toy with me, get soiled within, had enough? Get boiled with this.
    Doyle, oil East lips, boy spits shit, roiled the king, Zee foiled this kid,
    Spitta soiled(six feet) his shit, how many times I gotta broil this ‘beef’?
    Zee couldn’t attack this? Abstract shit, amass that skill? East couldn’t crack that shit,
    Lacks that skill, stand back, kid, see Zee blast that shit.
    Shut the hell up, just develop the thought Zee’s well up,
    East’s fed up, don’t rebel ’cause I’ll bust you, Zee shell shot.
    East fell off tryna be Zeelous, kill a lyrical felon?
    Split his melon, Zee’s method; chop him, get his pieces enveloped
    More rhymes, punchlines? Mauled like lunchtime, burnt like,
    A bonfire, chalk white, surprised? All times I Crunch rhymes
    Like MayTane, I maintain my mainframe, infiltrate guy’s membrane,
    So hi LameBrain, this like straight chain, how can I explain? Damn, I slay lames!
    East’s like a broken pencil, his shit’s that pointless, SickSiX’s anointed,
    Zee’s King, appointed, East been disjointed, much shit, flush it down tha toilet.
    Free’s quiet on you cause you ain’t worth mentioning,
    Shit! Kid sit the fuck down, now you need some mentoring,
    From Demo. Say the wrong shit and I’ll bring your reckoning,
    Don’t question it, nigga, the blade’s back slashed, sword’s beckoning.

    “I’m done,” East squashed the beef? it’s cool,
    I’m done, Zee mauled this bitch, real good.

    ZERO [SickSiX]

  • J-Eastwood (Blake Carrington)
    Reply

    Okay, maybe “God’s” a bit too pretentious, plus I’m an atheist, so how does that work? I’ll switch back to good old J Eastwood,
    and humble myself down.

    • Doyle
      Doyle
      Reply

      Good plan

    • ZERO [SickSiX]
      Reply

      I just got back, was quite busy with some other life projects. Glad some sense has gotten into you.

      • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')
        Reply

        Still better than you though, God or nah, so you shouldn’t be talking about sense.

        • ZERO [SickSiX]
          Reply

          For real? Nah, you’re drunk. Go back to playing with sand.

          • J-Eastwood (Napoleone')

            [SickBitch)

            Son, I outclass you in every department/out last you, out blast you’s, an outkast, dude

            Not even the, rap group, but, here’s three stacks, dude/your lame, your games a train wreck, oh, and your wack too

            Play with sand? kay’ pharaohs made a kingdom out of it/I’ll be a kingpin, out of it and run you weak men, out of it

            Go back to your life projects, for’ I gauge your eye sockets/ and have you brailin’ it, you’re failin’ kid

          • D spitta

            Hold on you Punk!

          • D spitta

            Yo! East, hoe ! wood, so many times you’ve been fool by your E-go
            U know you just a mosquito got under during open night window
            U lack your neurons, Rhyme & Flow you will never even know
            So, think you got the skills hoe? It feels no, me ? I kill y’all

            Hit this area with my rhymes sicker than malaria sick, yo
            Spitta spits the shit still feeling like u need more
            Leave this n go, calling your self the god wouldn’t make u this pro
            Sick-six-knows how your shit-dick-flows

            bleeding the rhyme blast but leaving your mind blank
            know what I mean by that, your nonsense reads we had

            Waste of time, waste of bullets in the case of crime
            Lots of fellas wanna be in this state of mind
            my creativity kicks your ass like kink, breaks your spin
            spitta climbing the top till he raise n shine

            Napoleon retard, your rap sounds like Jamaican Fart
            I’m African Hard, you call yourself God? U still holding your V-Card !

            My eyes x-rays your next game, next stupid verse ready to well tame
            My Mouth as a Gun stalks my next prey
            I’m forever on this, not even off for sun-days
            That’s why I’m on the Top, check the calendar, I’m the first on week days

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