Just stop your clock there, Kasparov,
cos I was merely testin'.
The pin I meant's the one that means
you lose your queen, no jestin.

And scrabble is as scrabble does,
you're scrabblin' for words.
You're runnin out of rhymes to write
your riposte's quite absurd.

I'm drinkin' beer, I'm smokin joints
the points keep racking up.
If you persist in this charade,
I'll box your ears, you mangey pup.

Yeah, if you keep on, eyeronic,
your demise will be violent.
Shame B. ain't here to help me out,
but he's now in retirement.

I pissed him off, I played him out,
his tail's between his legs.
I hear a whimper here and there,
but full-fat Bones cream? No, just dregs.

Now here we are man, you and me,
just arguing the toss.
I think it's plain for all to see
that C is now the Boss.

I gots the beats, I gots the styles,
I gots the creativity.
Now take your crazy avatar,
and find a more sedate activity.

Like join-the-dots.

my name is castex
I engage in cat sex
cuz beasteality is what I like best

but my second favorite thing in all the land
is pumpin my boy Bones in the can

Hells yeah baaa,
You're feelin' it.
Castex and Bones,
Ain't even shit.
They should pack up, go home,
Just fuckin' quit.
So when I form my crew,
it'll include you,
Whoaitz, Spinach Indeed
and KWSN too.
Alright now I'm out,
cause I have a life.
Goin' to catch a movie
with the wife.
Then we'll be eating steak
with fork and knife.
While C and B be home livin' trife.

You gotta take it slow,
so you can flow.
Don't go that fast,
might end up in a body cast.
To touch my rhyme,
please take your time.
You are just wacked,
my case and point in fact.
Remember... take it slow,
cause you are my ho!

you use a fork and a knife
while your eating with your wife?
Personally, I think that's hella tight

Wow haha I could smoke all of you. So I won't carry on folks.

Asta!!

So what, K-Wise?
I got the paper,
All ready to be smoked
I be takin tokes,
My skill you cant deny.
Because I am SOO FLY
What the fuck's up with "Asta!!"
You be trying to be Terminator,
or just a bad Exterminator.
Cuz such a great job
You oughtta kill that fucky thing in your avatar
before i kill it
and make you drink it's blood
my rhymmin's makin' you flood
your shorts.
creamy, and delicious
cause my style's like my semen
the perfect protien
no fat, in this vat
this funkAY vat
i hope you ain lettin'
my pettin'
fool you cat.

*applause*

i'm whiter than paste.

then ya better make haste
to the beach
get yourself tanned
and not bleached :D

i know, weak. i just woke up though.

Dem Bones they dried and dusty now
Deposed, dethroned, he took his bow
He shuffled off to pastures new
But Battle Rap lives on.

My lyrics shimmy, shake the hood
My readers shiver, so they should
They thought this thread was gone for good
But I'll go on and on.

I'll never stop, I just won't quit, ain't banned me yet, I'm still the best, remain the man, retain the belt and I'll go on and on.

And on and on
and on and on
and on and on
and on and on
and on and on
and on and on
Yes I'll go on and on.

What's up with all these people being banned?
Almost don't wanna post here in fear of being canned!
What did they do? Am I the next one?
I thought this thread was all about fun!
So I sit and contemplate, all by myself
I pull a fat book off of the shelf
Turning pages, I see something I learned in class
It says: "Whatever you do; just DON'T be an ass!"

Don't be an ass. That's all ya gotta do.
Be respectful, and Hal won't ban you.
Don't be an ass. You know it's true;
That dissin' peeps just ain't that coo.

It all starts when you feel immune
Ya start spittin'; rappin' to a tune
You say something stupid and ya wonder why
Your stay at Tilted just had ta die.
Your nostrils are steamin' as you get in your truck
Ya drive to Hal's and say, "What the FUCK!?"
He says, "Hey Buckshot! Didn't ya know?
I banned you 'cause you're a fuckin' asshole!"

Don't be an ass. That's all ya gotta do.
Be respectful, and Hal won't ban you.
Don't be an ass. You know it's true;
That dissin' peeps just ain't that coo.

I never knew that City-of-A could rhyme
Well now I guess he can't.
I'd help out if I had the time
but life's too short, too bad I shan't

Some tiny signs of life I see,
We got the verse and chorus
But otherwise it seems to me
This here MC got nothing for us.

Don't take this diss to heart my friend
An ass I am, no doubt
But let's get real, you can't pretend
your raps are in - they're so far out!

Here's what you do, you burn that book
you print this flow, then bind it
When next you need a rhyme on time
You'll know right where to find it

It's on that self-same shelf up there
Right next to Dostoevsky
Your skills ain't quite beyond repair
:confused: ...Erm, I'm out man. Word. lol

You whities are trying to hard to live the lifestyle
Get off your front porch drop your 40's awhile

Malt liquor ain't where your rhyme should be born
or From a whitey in black heat on a TFP forum.

Your rhymes are all whack, while you pat yourselves on the back
just cause bones took the train on that one way track.

Yeah Bones got banned, don't fret for him bro,
I'm sure deep down in his banned land he knows,
it's a blessing that showed up in a costume disguized,
cause he ain't here for me to knock him between his eyes.

But you poor white boys will do just the same
Step up to the mic, keep pretending like you got game
That banned trian will come back, you'll bored of your own volition
Cause you ain't never gonna make the white boy transition.

You talk about schools, i teach my own house rulezes,
Your white, your rhymes suck, and you lookin like foolzes.

There's only one way this truth's gonna sink in,
step to me my friends, and the truth begins.