You vs The Person Above

[TheFlameLord]

That IKEA joke was great... The FIRST time I heard it,
Feel free to apply cold water to the area I leave burnin'!
If I've got a big head, I'm justified,
You applied to my side and just got denied!
You're a mod, you've got tenure, I'm happy for you, really,
But that doesn't justify Mozart's lines that you're stealing!
I'll burn Ponyville to the ground, roast every mare in town,
You better shut your fly around Fluttershy when no one is around!
Ren doesn't run away, he percolates and builds his strength tall,
But you wouldn't know a thing about strength, though, would you, LAWL?
When I pen mad battles, bones rattle when I hop in the saddle,
You're a hassel, you just babble, I'll put your head on the mantle!
I've got a mean streak on the mic and you simply don't match up,
I'd rip the spine right outta your back, but that would mean you have one.

Ren doesn't run away because he's already left
Funny talking about the IKEA joke when he did his own theft
You're just a hypocrite, looking to fit the big boy's boots
If you so much as TOUCH Ponyville, I'll pull you out by the roots
Just like the weed that you are, you're unwanted but expanding
You can't spell "hassle" right! You're not tight, LAWLZ is more outstanding
And while he may babble, I get to the point: You're no longer required
Well past your due date, but it's too late, your streak has now expired
So don't get fired up when I say your burns were worth jack shit
You're another idiot who thinks he can win by having a mental fit
You've got an ego like your dick; a laughing stock 'cause it's so small,
And as for your strength? I guess the bigger you are, the harder you'll fall!

[Cool-The-Renegade]

Ren doesn't run away because he's already left
Funny talking about the IKEA joke when he did his own theft
You're just a hypocrite, looking to fit the big boy's boots
If you so much as TOUCH Ponyville, I'll pull you out by the roots
Just like the weed that you are, you're unwanted but expanding
You can't spell "hassle" right! You're not tight, LAWLZ is more outstanding
And while he may babble, I get to the point: You're no longer required
Well past your due date, but it's too late, your streak has now expired
So don't get fired up when I say your burns were worth jack shit
You're another idiot who thinks he can win by having a mental fit
You've got an ego like your dick; a laughing stock 'cause it's so small,
And as for your strength? I guess the bigger you are, the harder you'll fall!

If I fall hard, I guess I'm made of springs! I bounce right back up,
You're not a star, you've got a pitiful peen, and to top it off, you suck!
I'm switchin' it up, i'm ditching' these chumps with a keen change of pace,
You're bitchin' and stuff, you're all out of luck, You're simply a waste
Of mass who's got no class, got no clue how to kick ass,
I hope you get in a crash, hit the dash and get your skull smashed!
If this is a race, you fell on your face, If it's a murder, you botched the case,
If it's a tightrope that you're rhyming' on, you clearly have no grace!
If anyone is laughing at me, it's because of my wit,
You open your mouth and all that comes out is a steaming pile of shit!
If we're talking about expiring, I might as well be a Twinkie,
If we're talking 'bout an RPG, you might as well be twinking!
You're a low-level character, outfitted with the worst gear,
Everyone equipped with an ear is dying to get you outta here!
You use a tough avatar to try to hide your weakness,
But your flame died a long time ago, when I first left you in pieces!

[TheFlameLord]

You knock me down, I'll get back up, dust myself off like I don't give a fuck
I may not be a star but I'm brighter than you, you're like a dead horse because you're glue
I'm rubber, another insult bounced off me, sticks to you like you do to your mother
Motherfucker, this isn't a game, if it was you'd be banned straight away, get it in your head, brother.
We see you rollin' but we're not hatin', try to catch up with us, we're not waitin'
For some cocky prick who can't spit slick shit, you're spaced out so much, busy pacein'
On the spot, busy looking down at your feet, but you can't see the defeat coming your way,
I'm hotter than you think, don't think otherwise, 'cause to me you're just another pussy a la flambé
You're not the only guy who can change the pace, put on the race face, and claim that you're better,
Do you think you're cool? Well you're not, it's a fact that dissing you so hard'll make me a trendsetter
How loud do I need to yell to get it into your pointy-ass ears that you suck balls??
Call me David, slaying this Goliath of a liar, claiming he can win when he can't, at all!

[Cool-The-Renegade]

Is that really how you wanna end a verse?
If you wanna stand a chance, you better pick your words
carefully! I'm airin' these statements out
Even though it's redundant to state my doubts!
'Cause everybody knows you're a poser, and, guess what?
The only thing you've got flaming is the heartburn I'm givin' ya'!
Ouch! So suck it,
I'm only satisfied when chumps kick the bucket!
I could crush you when I'm drunk, sucka', blaze you when I'm high,
I could backhand you in a battle any day of my goddamn life!
If you reside in this thread, then just call me a home-wrecker,
I can do this just as long as YOU, but ten times better!

[Rapchap]

Is that really how you wanna end a verse?
If you wanna stand a chance, you better pick your words
carefully! I'm airin' these statements out
Even though it's redundant to state my doubts!
'Cause everybody knows you're a poser, and, guess what?
The only thing you've got flaming is the heartburn I'm givin' ya'!
Ouch! So suck it,
I'm only satisfied when chumps kick the bucket!
I could crush you when I'm drunk, sucka', blaze you when I'm high,
I could backhand you in a battle any day of my goddamn life!
If you reside in this thread, then just call me a home-wrecker,
I can do this just as long as YOU, but ten times better!

Step back. I'm the new guy.
Leave you shit-faced and bruised, I'd
Just shut up if I were you, guy
So leave and play with your plums, bye!
Two thousand posts in and you still have no clue? My!
You really fuckin' suck.
You're an Elvish little schmuck,
With FlameLord clearly leaving you in the dust.
Go back to livin' your fantasies
Of Elvish boys gettin' down on their knees,
cause your rhymes are full of fallacies.
When I rap, I'm straight up leaving casualties.
You can't step to me.
I'm a classy ass chap
Spittin' major fuckin' smack,
so you really need to start to pack, Jack.
Your rhymes are square like Braque, hack.
I rap zesty like the world's best spice rack.
So stop misusing you're air sac,
Otherwise I'll have to make another trip back.

[Cool-The-Renegade]

Dude, you better start watchin' just
How you're comin' in here and talkin', son!
And watch as I start Chalkin' up
This battle as one of your losses. (Yup!)
How you gonna go toe-to-toe with a guy with this flow?
You gotta edit your verse? That's Junior, bro!
My rhymes ARE square, I got the right... angles.
And guess who you're gonna meet tonight? Angels.
Scratch that, I'd bet fat stacks that
You'll never see see Heaven! You're straight jacked...
Up! Uh-huh, That's what's up,
This miserable fuck can't even tell that he sucks!
This Chap can't Rap and that's just one
Thing that tells me he's a pitiful, sad-sack punk!
You still wanna step to Ren and test your luck?
You think that your rhymes can stand to the best of us?
If you're spittin' smack, I don't feel it, Chap,
In this battle rap marathon, you're coming in last.

[Rapchap]

Dude, you better start watchin' just
How you're comin' in here and talkin', son!
And watch as I start Chalkin' up
This battle as one of your losses. (Yup!)
How you gonna go toe-to-toe with a guy with this flow?
You gotta edit your verse? That's Junior, bro!
My rhymes ARE square, I got the right... angles.
And guess who you're gonna meet tonight? Angels.
Scratch that, I'd bet fat stacks that
You'll never see see Heaven! You're straight jacked...
Up! Uh-huh, That's what's up,
This miserable fuck can't even tell that he sucks!
This Chap can't Rap and that's just one
Thing that tells me he's a pitiful, sad-sack punk!
You still wanna step to Ren and test your luck?
You think that your rhymes can stand to the best of us?
If you're spittin' smack, I don't feel it, Chap,
In this battle rap marathon, you're coming in last.

I don't need to watch where I'm steppin'
I'm a lyrical knight so call me John Lennon.
You're a measly fuckin' peasant,
Getting shot right down. I'll call you a pheasant.
You just rap so foul, it's fuckin' unpleasant.
Lost in Middle Earth so I'll bring you back to the present.
You're in Chap's rap school, now so prepare for one tough lesson.
First topic: capitals, the reason I edited my post.
Also happens to be a synonym for me, and I don't even mean to boast.
Next topic, more important than most.
You want to talk about flow? Well, you really blow!
So there's just one thing I think you should know,
While you screech out lyrics like a nasty crow,
I create smooth poetry like my name's Thoreau.
So, let me use some simplicity to help you understand.
There is no doubt about it, today you just got canned,
But such an easy victory really wasn't unplanned.
I'll finish off this verse,
While they ship you off in a hearse
'cause there's nothing left for you to converse.
It tickles my nerves;
Usually like to play by the rules, keep it off the street,
But today, me, the new boy teach
Left this student on the curb and beat.
Feat!

[Cool-The-Renegade]

I don't need to watch where I'm steppin'
I'm a lyrical knight so call me John Lennon.
You're a measly fuckin' peasant,
Getting shot right down. I'll call you a pheasant.
You just rap so foul, it's fuckin' unpleasant.
Lost in Middle Earth so I'll bring you back to the present.
You're in Chap's rap school, now so prepare for one tough lesson.
First topic: capitals, the reason I edited my post.
Also happens to be a synonym for me, and I don't even mean to boast.
Next topic, more important than most.
You want to talk about flow? Well, you really blow!
So there's just one thing I think you should know,
While you screech out lyrics like a nasty crow,
I create smooth poetry like my name's Thoreau.
So, let me use some simplicity to help you understand.
There is no doubt about it, today you just got canned,
But such an easy victory really wasn't unplanned.
I'll finish off this verse,
While they ship you off in a hearse
'cause there's nothing left for you to converse.
It tickles my nerves;
Usually like to play by the rules, keep it off the street,
But today, me, the new boy teach
Left this student on the curb and beat.
Feat!

Hey, I love to Converse, I'm an All-Star
You're just mad you don't know where your balls are!
Of course you mean to boast! You got no pride,
You're burnt toast, bro, got no friends by your side!
Your rhymes weeble and they wobble and they DO fall down,
You can't spit a decent verse despite me showing you how!
You wanna fuck with me? Chap, I'm so street,
I spit it sick and rap hard like I'm made of concrete!
Stick to the rules, bud, you're no cool rebel,
But I get that you hate a guy above your level!
It tickles MY nerves to squash a lousy punk,
I'm sick of little turds who think that they can dunk!
You're no MVP, you better hit the bench,
Man, you battled me once and saw how it went!
You're more McGonagall and less Thoreau,
And don't buddy up to me, I'm not your bro.
I'm simply your superior, YOU'RE simply inferior,
Man, I'll beat you so bad, you'll bleed through your interior!
Though this ain't because I hate ya', no, my motives are ulterior,
It's just that stomping lesser peers makes me ultimately cheerier!
If you've got a rap school, I've got a U,
I'm the dude smackin' fools 'til they're black and blue!
You still don't understand who you're up against, do you?
When I'm done with this dude, he'll be like:

Oops, I lose!

[NiceChristina]

Cool-The-Renegade: that's a really cool name
I may not be a rapper and I'm new to this game
So I'm gonna try and spit out some dope rhymes
Don't worry buddy, I've got a lot of time
I hate to have to start dissing you
But the truth is dude, I score more points on free throws than you
My rap may stink, but my singing ain't
I gave my rapping a good show, so let me know what you think

That's all I got. Sorry.

[Cool-The-Renegade]

Oh, hey! I can see why you're NiceChristina,
You couldn't spit a diss or stand up to me. (Hah!)
You're a cock-a-roach from Flo-ri-da,
I gotta stop an' coach to stomp your boring stuff!
Tina, I could sink a free-throw, eyes closed!
Sweet flows! Think you'll beat those? I don't!
Guess what, Chris? We're not singing.
Your hand signs are weaker than the rhymes you're bringing!
Have a little bit of dignity and go out swinging,
'Cause either way you'll get dropped by the lines I'm flinging!

(Welcome to the forum! It's great to have you!)