body the nigga above u in 4 bahz

[mrbrillz]

i feel like 6ix9ine... everyone says he trash but he gets so much reaction from the shit he says... if u one of the best justice i bodied u before.. that gotta count for something right....

FUCKING EMOTIONAL ASS BITCH.... STOP COMPLAINING... AND FUCKIN SPIT THEM WACK ASS KOTD/DONT FLOP/GRIND TIME/BOTZ/ BARZ... ILL STICK TO MY SMACK/WEGOHARD/TRAP/BULLPEN/ SHIT...

[Slime Ooze]

Emotional...but you're the one typing in all caps, puffing out your chest like a North Face winter coat. I feel bad for the new generation, as well as the older generations that have to put up with this nonsense.

[King Kurbz]

I'm pushing for this Brillz vs Justice slobberknocker of a main event.

[King Kurbz]

If i wake up at the hospital i’m Rick Grimes
These are Grimm times, nursery rhymes like the Brothers Grimm
Speaking of IV, seems you posted in the wrong thread
Can't condense? Yet you call me dense
Fickle conscience, lack of concentration?
Throw you in a camp for concentration for your provocation

If your Plan is to be Defiant…
...Randomly Redesign It
My Sanity Relies On the Path that I Lead I Blind With,
Heads watching as I blow up,
...Plane’s Crashing on Easter Island…
It’s time to Bury’more bodies…
...I’m on that Santa Clarita Diet --
Me responding to you?
...Looks like his Fandom has Reached the Highest
Advantages Seem to Side…
...On my Hands as I Read the Science…
A Phantom, A Beast, A Giant…
...With Ravenous Teeth for Violence
The Vatican’s Keeping Quiet
...of the Wrath that’s Asleep Inside’em…
I’m that,
Adrenaline in your veins that makes Heart Beats Rise
Your that,
...Acetaminophen you take to make Dark Seem Light
...
...More Bark than Bite;
Different Classes
...Switch it back like we Mixed’n Matched’it
Paw-print on Eve…
...We can go Tit-for-Tat;
But you wouldn’t get cheers Tippin’ Glasses
...in a Kitchen Cabinet;

You aint Fit’ta Rap With

[mrbrillz]

Emotional...but you're the one typing in all caps, puffing out your chest like a North Face winter coat. I feel bad for the new generation, as well as the older generations that have to put up with this nonsense.

Cuz i want Justice to stop whining and spit something... all he doing is whining about my posts... his last 5 post no barz... aint this a battle forum....

[mrbrillz]

I'm pushing for this Brillz vs Justice slobberknocker of a main event.

Im With It... We just need some unbias judges... Not the Justice League that we have here now...

[mrbrillz]

Emotional...but you're the one typing in all caps, puffing out your chest like a North Face winter coat. I feel bad for the new generation, as well as the older generations that have to put up with this nonsense.

slime ooze//
you the type dude//
that like dudes//
never liked cooze//
the girls never like you//
been spiteful//
since high school//
you let the bully pipe you//
you said it was delightful//
keep talkin imma fight you//
light u, up 9 times no Menorah//
you bitch as a senora//
gay as sodom and gamorrah//
gelato be my flora//
number 1 like the Torrah//
ya bitch bad im on her//
i grip mags and point em//
click blast ill join em//
with a shit bag, this fag, gon feel plastic on em///

[RockyfifteeNo]

If your Plan is to be Defiant…
...Randomly Redesign It
My Sanity Relies On the Path that I Lead I Blind With,
Heads watching as I blow up,
...Plane’s Crashing on Easter Island…
It’s time to Bury’more bodies…
...I’m on that Santa Clarita Diet --
Me responding to you?
...Looks like his Fandom has Reached the Highest
Advantages Seem to Side…
...On my Hands as I Read the Science…
A Phantom, A Beast, A Giant…
...With Ravenous Teeth for Violence
The Vatican’s Keeping Quiet
...of the Wrath that’s Asleep Inside’em…
I’m that,
Adrenaline in your veins that makes Heart Beats Rise
Your that,
...Acetaminophen you take to make Dark Seem Light
...
...More Bark than Bite;
Different Classes
...Switch it back like we Mixed’n Matched’it
Paw-print on Eve…
...We can go Tit-for-Tat;
But you wouldn’t get cheers Tippin’ Glasses
...in a Kitchen Cabinet;

You aint Fit’ta Rap With

Hahahaha ha look at this bizarre
rapping style used by me the R.O.C.K.Y
Growing up used to watch CKY
Try to Stunt on me, the wise wouldn't advise
To me you're soft like Enya
My business to you is nun-ya
That is until I nunchuck ya like that Texas Ranger

I can recognize your spirit
I realized there wouldn't be much left if I speared it

You're talking to a Sicilian Don mixed with the blood of a Viking king
if we meet on a battlefield, you're leaving on your Shield
Pure Berserker with a psilocybin connection
Dual wielding Axes for my protection,
My father taught me the Art of War, no exception

That’s birthing a legacy, a Legion that can see
This ground is complex, inside lies a private army
Armed up from the 2nd amendment
This beef I’d mend it, Cuz if you try to amend it,
I’ll do More than march to snatch that golden pendant

All you’ll hear is the shotgun pump, then you're dead
Turned your dome into a pumpkin head
R.I.P

[Slime Ooze]

slime ooze//
you the type dude//
that like dudes//
never liked cooze//
the girls never like you//
been spiteful//
since high school//
you let the bully pipe you//
you said it was delightful//
keep talkin imma fight you//
light u, up 9 times no Menorah//
you bitch as a senora//
gay as sodom and gamorrah//
gelato be my flora//
number 1 like the Torrah//
ya bitch bad im on her//
i grip mags and point em//
click blast ill join em//
with a shit bag, this fag, gon feel plastic on em///

Please spare me from this back and forth
You lack retorts, I lack remorse
Comin in with gun lines of a flashy sort
Leave this candle lit from both ends
When he shows up at the House and I wax the corpse
No trace evidence, no residue on the fingertips
Body covered in stitches, thinkin I won't see these Singer's limp
Strugglin to fashion lines together, tailored to beleaguered chimps
Wifey said I gotta wash him, bodied cleanly with the Steamer clips
You can run ya lip, hack an slash til every tendon attached to femurs rip
Drop you broken on an island, the whole continent can see ur frail
In search of ya first win, while I hold more rings than a lemurs tail
Always puffin on that strong, tokin on that green crack
These the typa shots from top shelf that make the weak ones lean back
You talkin bout gayness n sodomy, and connect the dots improperly
Acting like you slick, La Costra Nostra, instead you on the sofa gettin teabagged
So what if you black, you bougee, just another lackluster groupie
Sayin what they gonna do to me, run up on me with impunity
Ya whole block can squad up, I'll send em extra shots like a mock up
Give em lifelike renditions of portions of pigment missin, like vitiligo victims on Lock Up
If you wanna bump heads, get ya stock up, see it's automatic how I drop guts
Eres un maricón de mierda, I'll keep it lit when these 16s hit late like a quinceañera
In a race to get finished, ya whole style diminished, I coulda been relentless instead I spared ya

[Virbius]

Yo we can “go back and forth” like some nomadic lords.
Back and forth to match the saw; I’lI go hack his corpse.
I put GOATs in the sky.. no Capricorn.
I’m still waiting for Justice; see my foes hanged at dawn.

This a trial by fire; you ain’t above Justice.
Since Slime’s beneath Rock I’ll just slug him.
Your skill’s beneath Quills; you should duck shit.
Your skills beneath Brillz, I mean, fuck this.
It’s like someone fucking drugged Vick, set a hungry young pit against a fluffy pug bitch.

Hey I’m an animal with more bands in my balance than “lemur tails”.
My shells’ll put Slime on the floor.. a team of snails.
..means I’ll even leave a trail:
You’ll get torn to bits, so, “no trace evidence”?
You’ll be leaving pieces behind like the tray’s evidence.

[Slime Ooze]

You keep on replying, denyin facts like you bossed up?....
Such a shame, I'm after big leaves, lettuce, you just busy gettin salad tossed, ugh
You wanna talk about trials, I'll refuse to Judge Judy when I bang that gavel
Slime Ooze, struggle to walk a mile in my shoes when you ain't fit for travel
Watchin all your sentiments unravel, been better off takin from QP and altogether skippin battles
You barely liftin rattles, all this noise from the bench where witless kids sit in shackles
You'sa a Polly Pocket knock off, front like you got the sawed off
Cartographer, the way I ley lines to see a self proclaimed legend getting hauled off
Leave his pen in the lions den, so his angles getting gnawed off
Pop off in ya bitch raw dog, to put in work where he called off
But he's soft, tryna prove through ups and downs like a see saw
That he really tote that iron in the virtual world like Wii Golf
Said he'll "hack the corpse," when his Back Orifice is compromised
Stealin his system secrets, while the Lopht crack is optimized
You left ya net wide open, you need more than Goldberg's fame to attend to it
But don't shut down your network til I see how much shade porn I can send through it

[mrbrillz]

You keep on replying, denyin facts like you bossed up?....
Such a shame, I'm after big leaves, lettuce, you just busy gettin salad tossed, ugh
You wanna talk about trials, I'll refuse to Judge Judy when I bang that gavel
Slime Ooze, struggle to walk a mile in my shoes when you ain't fit for travel
Watchin all your sentiments unravel, been better off takin from QP and altogether skippin battles
You barely liftin rattles, all this noise from the bench where witless kids sit in shackles
You'sa a Polly Pocket knock off, front like you got the sawed off
Cartographer, the way I ley lines to see a self proclaimed legend getting hauled off
Leave his pen in the lions den, so his angles getting gnawed off
Pop off in ya bitch raw dog, to put in work where he called off
But he's soft, tryna prove through ups and downs like a see saw
That he really tote that iron in the virtual world like Wii Golf
Said he'll "hack the corpse," when his Back Orifice is compromised
Stealin his system secrets, while the Lopht crack is optimized
You left ya net wide open, you need more than Goldberg's fame to attend to it
But don't shut down your network til I see how much shade porn I can send through it

Who bossed up//
get tossed up//
like a mesclun spring mix//
you dudes is fake//
hallucinating//
mescaline feind bitches//
u too doped to be woke//
im too dope to be roped//
for the shit that u spoke//
you'll get shiv'd with a spoke//
i was in ya wife back orifice//
in my back office//
i got my black balls licked//
she handi snacked all of it//
im unbreakable, tablet of thoth//
spirit science, the mere alliance that u have aint enough//
yous a shopkin//
thats a reference to ya polly bar//
mardi gras//
lift ya top off when the mozzi spark//
hardy har//
that shit u spittin is hardly bars//
minimum security//
ill spill ya insecurities//
all over the forum so when can see what u been feeling b///

[A Nigga Wit A Gun]

4 bahz?

Fuck you, you pussy cunt.
You don't even know who your dad is
cause your mum is such a slut
she fucked every dude on the back of the rugby bus.

[mrbrillz]

4 bahz?

Fuck you, you pussy cunt.
You don't even know who your dad is
cause your mum is such a slut
she fucked every dude on the back of the rugby bus.

nigga ill take ya gun leave u in a pool dead//
u question 4 barz then spit 2 whats going through ya fool head//
a barz is a count not a line so u cant sniff it//
and as u can see we been said fuck the time limit//...

[A Nigga Wit A Gun]

If you insist on suckin a nigga long dick
at least have the common courtesy to put some glitter on it
fuck you and your double backslash at the end of every rhyme
since when did 4 bahz equate to 25 lines?