Here's the deal. This is where you set up Keystyle battles on the forum. Work out the rules here, agree, and then start a new post for each battle.

I am the current champion. Only rule I have is you need three consecutive wins against other e-emcees on the site before you earn a challenge to the throne.

Everybody knows I can easily beat y'all. I beat all you bitches, ask your mom.

Linker's rhymes are booboo like Purple Haze's avatar. And, I would wreck SRP in 8 bars like downtown Fredonia.

I murk you in 8 bars cut in half and you know it. I'd leave you just like 2Pac, shot down, except you not a poet.

All of y'all are weak
like a fatman with a stuffed mouth heartbeat
in the battle of blood creek
I slam lames str8 to the concrete
I may be past my prime
but the rhymes still flow
while your rhymes are rejected
like the sidekick of a sideshow hoe.
The levees about to break (kaboom)
let'em blow
rivers of my wordplay
leave your whole rap camp soaked.

Thats it for now i'm tired...lol.

I'm always spittin' bars so of course my raps are wet/
I leave 'em cut and dryed so perhaps they bet against the vet/
That's not me, I recieve 'em all like a shopping spree/
Whoever thinks of stopping me is gettin' dropped faster than Rap-A-Lot greatest hits CDs/
I'm the opposite, arose from the bottom with/
Nothing but some hotter ish, and you thought Hell was bottomless?
Ramadahnin' it, I gave up dinin' on rappers for lent/
Like SRP buyin' CDs but we all know his money's spent

I guess KRob admitted defeat Shaun.

Why you buggin', gettin' under my skin like a bad rash.
Irritatin' me down to the last..
Little bit of nerve that I got left.
And if you don't stop now man God help...
me from, havin' someone like your ass dealt with.
6 feet deep and your ass is helpless
So understand when I say you need to cut it out.
Before your loved ones are left without you around.
Yo, this is some grown man shit
So at least stay away until your puberty hit
You little knee high

Little knee high? I know you're not talkin' 'bout me
I've been bigger than you, since I was walkin' at age 3
The stage in my life that I'm at, is all forward
I would raise you in poker, when you studder on the first four words
It's sure absurd, how you think
With some slurred ass vocals, taken out in the blink
Of an eye, like a wink so try and get fried
Leave a ring on your face side, the size of a hockey rink
Get back to your farm, and let the emcees be
You'd probably get ripped by Fat Joe, like Scary Movie 3
And I'm barely movin' see, cause I rarely ever flee
Hand growin' ain't modern, call him Harry Potter's seed
Like First Degree the D.E., this hoez is a clown
I'll wait for you and empty three clips while standin' on the ground
On some 8Ball and MJG ish with my ten toes down
You cut one off, so I think it's best you slow down

Studio gangstas, and pranksters
are running rampant
so I get kineticly charged
and hit'em with cards like Gamit
Damm it! Didn't I tell you
your rhymes are weak?
they come a dime a dozen
but mine stand unique.
Ready to compete
knocking sucka mc's off their feet
not tounge to cheek humor
your more like tougue to cheek
You might as well be a freak
cause rappings not your calling
let your groupie ass friends hold you up
cause soon you'll be falling.

Just something real quick, gotta go.

Fuck playin football, you'd rather pick flowers
Rookie in the bed, coach you like Bill Cowher
Try to step to me? put you in the figure four
Ric Flair. Face keeps bleedin like a whore
Quit fakin, im sick of your internet act
Layin Da Smack Down on your ass; Project Pat.
Still think im crazy, son its just begun
Mugged James Bond, now i got his Golden Gun
Why so serious? cuz im no Joker
Slash the sides of your mouth for speakin during poker
Next time think before you start actin mean
Leave you dead in Vegas lookin like Moe Green
Look man it didnt have to end up this way
Your bitch came to me after I let my dick astray
Stop catchin feelins and go find your self a new Bride
Before i go Kill Bill on you and bury your ass alive

Did you just threaten to coach a man in bed?

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Also, for the record, that Dipset bullshit of not using like or as in a punchline, hella fucking gay.


That rap style is wack as fuck; freeky zeeky

Fuck smoking weed I wanna smoke that thing Stephen King turned into in Creep Show pt. 1