(This is the battle between me & Aca from FreestyleHQ. It starts from the second round. Aca's verses are in red, mine is in green)ROUND IIPosted by: Aca
On: 12-13-2008 01:40 AM
don't fuck with lil MC's, i just fuck with their ho's
ya girl treat my cum like snot, it gets up in her nose
the battle already ova, he ain't get enough of it so...
he bout to get ripped like when he touchin' his toes
if this is your year then it's my century
shit on bars and wipe my ass with yo (parenthesis)
lickin' ass and suckin' dick ya only tendencies
dudes a bitch, so this ain't just him or me
all about ya money? you must be kiddin' me
you trip over dimes just to pick up a penny g
garbage writtens, you should just stick wit frees
since it's December - i'm cuttin' you down like Christmas trees
use my blade to cover the street with your memories
grab a "bat man" and beat you colder than mister freeze
flow Acapella cause i ain't neva gotta switch tha' beat
already smoked his herb and i ain't even lit tha' sweet
...
this ain't street ball son you need pick it up
get off my site and go find another dick to suck
twist ya head to the side just like your picture cuz
and i don't lay down, but every one of ya bitches does************
http://freestylehq.com/forums/showthread.php?p=69382#post69382Posted by: AL BUN-D
On: 12-13-2008 02:49 PM
Aca right...
thats exactly what all of my bitches do//
-they'll go nuts & bolts-if nun of em get ta screw// (they freaks)
Gettin ya wet is not the only thing my picture do// (you gay ass nicca)
How you tha Man, when all I see is tha bitch in you//
gih' ya neck a lil' slit, its through// (you're outta there)
Tyson trained me, my punchlines stick and chew// (No bitting)
I smell shit Yoda-
"ass he been lickin' who"// (Star Wars)
-probaly dem dusty ass hoes he be trickin' to//
I really hate to hurt ya feelings Mr. Aca-man//
but I don't want ya wet pussy, Mr. Aqua-man// (I'm straight)
I know you a hata', & yes I gat plenny them//
but how you the century when I'm the millenium// (Oooohhhh)
Aca's a poor child, guess I gotta Kenny'em// (you bastard)
fill his ass wit enough slugs for `bout twenty him// (Shit)
Mannn,
...tha choppa keep tha suckas off me//
it's handle'd wit caution- sorta like uh cup of coffee// (LOL)
LOL @ the way I take this busta' softly//
'cus if he won, I dun' died...you musta' lost me// (Damn)
tha infared end tha doubt that I might bang you//
I aim it @ 90 degrees... the right angle// (perfect)
I might stop you from breathin' or I might change you//
Either way, you a fruit like a ripe mangle// (mango)
I see ya workin @ ya job as a janit-ah'// (janitor)
Keep up the hardwork, you might be a manager//
Don't say it... I already understand ya bruh'//
I can see nobody ever lent a helpin hand ta ya// (it's a gat damn shame)
We can tell I gat tha rapper's gift//
but you can't freestyle or let alone even wrap a gift// (Damn)
do ya husband still greet you wit uh slap, uh fist//
then afterwards, you suck his d---, and give his ass uh kiss// (yo' nasty ass)ROUND IIIPosted by: Aca
On: 12-14-2008 05:12 PM
round three bitch, this is gonna hurt some
no toilet paper, instead i'll use ya verse young
that second verse illegitimate, like ya birth son
which is worse, that third verse or the first one?
quit tryna' hold beef, get back to grabbin' dick
or get your "Nintendo Wii on", go head have a "fit"
take a loss, it's nothin' to make this fagot twitch
one punchline have em "balled up" like rabbit shit
these battles Hi-Def, no time for static spits
send for ya boys, get all of their asses kicked
these 16's will kill without an automatic clip
no hard feelins, you can even pick out your casket bitch
it'll be open, you ain't know you the suit type?
this here your permanent dirt nap so good night
generic ass lyrics, sicker than some puke, sike
the "cat bites" like them ones at that zoo, AIGHT
"hermaphrodite" ass this "pussy" dosen't "look right"
i can't believe this cat says that i'm the fruit type
Al's fagot ass the "ammunition" in a "fruit fight"
bust guns? you don't bust grapes in a fruit fight
and I can quote jay because you ain't harmin' me
change ya name to harmony and start doin' r and b
Bobby Valentino ass, raps worse than bravo g's
get your ass Ivan Drago'd for actin like Apollo Creed************
http://freestylehq.com/forums/showthread.php?p=69395#post69395Posted by: AL BUN-D
On: 12-14-2008 07:58 PM
Don't hang ya'self yet- first let me sew tha rope//
I kill dreams... so you know the answers no fa hope//
I'll rip ya muthafukkin tounge from ya open throat//
& leave ya cold like the wintertime wit a open coat// (That's cold)
Commin @ me means you wanna be comatose//
I got a gang of dead niccas- come become a ghost// (Get dead nicca)
you soft as bread- I'll put tha banga' to ya loaf//
lookin @ ya ass bleed is really what I want the most// (Period)
I'm sick as hell...
can my bars be this infected//
-can't rap aganist me with-out dis-infecant// (You gat sum Lysol?)
I know you feelin' neglected and disrespected//
but i detected you'll be effected like I expected// (Ooooohh)
We kno I'm the 1, like it is befo' 2//
You bitch-made... & on everything, that's so true//
I'll shoot you and anything you close to// (It's just like dat)
nah' that's fuck'd up cus Aca, I don't even know you//
Medicine style... My flo is on dose two//
go suck a dick like a real hoe 'spose to// (Ya bitch)
and it's so true-
when you in front of ya friends-
you be "supa sayin" my bars, like Goku// (Nah' that was hot)
nicca stop it or the choppa's where I go to//
and its "X" ammount doctas' you'll go to//
if ya don't believe me. nicca I'll show you//
Leave a whole in ya chest big enough fa me ta go through// (Left a cave in his ass)
I'm killin Aca on freestyle H-Q//
sound wack is all ya freestyle make you// (LOL)
I'm better than you, so please bow graceful//
b4 I "stuck-vendin' machine" style shake you// (Like when the chips get stuck)
I think my Punchlines should be ya dam script instructor//
if they hit ya mouf- see ya local lip adjustor// (He's in the yellow pages)
I bought a scope and a extended clip adjustor//
and a K-9 just so I can sniff a bust'a// (Fiiiirrrrre)
Yo text tell me you don't know how ta bus' heat//
Aca-
yo breath smell like a muh'fukkin' bus seat// (LOLOLOLOLOL)
between us, I'm the best, if I must speak//
and I ain't gotta take a win if I must cheat// (I earn it nicca)
Bitch you sick if ya thought I'd let Aca win//
you need medicine woman, sorta like Dr. Quinn// (Damn)
You ain't shit- just incase ya ass forgot again//
you might've been lucky b4... but not again// (That second verse was hot...Kudos)
I'll let tha hamma bang-bang and then knock again//
Send sum slugs any place that I spot ya in// (Church, McDonald's... wherever)
I'd trade my life -not ta be in any spot ya in//
SMH @ the predicament I got ya in// (Damn shame)ROUND IV
Aca
talkin' trash to me, bitch thats no no
i'll yank you out ya whip like some motha' fuckin' po po's
pull that blunt out your mouth, smoke up all your do do
take your ice cream and start PISSIN' in your snow cone
yah i seen your sig, face dirtier than hobo's
Aca get up in that ass, but i ain't no homo
but Bun-D "stay on his knees", now thats a "low blow"
fagot readin' this shit right now, talkin' 'bout "oh no"
while you on here every day, i'm chillin' on the weekends
you ain't hungry you just cant wait til' the week-end
so you can drop a verse on me and catch a beatin'
i'll leave ya face flatter than it is, the shit lookin' beat in
admit it, it's a thing of "beauty" the way i'm "beastin'"
we can do this all year, just know i'll never weaken'
so don't ever think i'ma just let you creep in
you might be good as "Acapella" but you could never "beat" himAL BUN-D
I don't think ya wanna gamble ya fate//
so you betta use ya egghead, befo' tha choppa scramble ya face// (Ova easy)
it ain't easy tryin ta handle this Ox//
cus u'll look kinda dumb like when people wear they sandels wit socks//
I'll hand you ya props-
you tried ta make deadly assult// (Yeah you tried)
but you fuk'd up, you done made the deadliest fault//
yo' style high blood pressure, & I'm as deadly as salt// (Lol)
so hold my name with a heavy exalt// (Praise me)
...keep ya arms steady//
You know I'm hot, hope you got ya fire'larms ready//
yo ass nervous and ya text slippin' cus ya palms sweaty// (You ain't typin tha same, what's wrong)
My guns clap consistant//
I ain't gotta wait ta kill ya, my muh'fukkin rap commence it// (Get it started)
Aca really needs rap assistance//
but my bars are hot,
to light a blunt, I just rap aganist it// (That was hot)
stop sleepin' in ya mother's room//
you been a pussy since the very 1st day ya ass came out ya mother's womb// (Grow yo ass up)
all yo' bars give "hot shit" another fume//
I'm eatin' em up... can someone hand me another spoon// (Thankyou)
AL BUN-D won't baby you//
so when tha choppa rock ya crib-
yo ass betta get little like a baby shoe// (Ha-ha-ha)
I got guns like the Navy do//
I'm still whippin' this nicca, like nobody told me slave-ry through// (Damn Koonta)
Me and Aca had a fine brawl//
he rap dirty, but my flo clean- as if I just mop'd it wit sum pine-sol// (Lol)
My punchlines made his mind scrawl//
come on dog... yo' style nibble a little, but mine maul// (Lol)
you-on't wanna get near that shit//
Aca yo' bars stank so loud, that I can fukkin hear that shit// (Damn, lol)
man yo' ass just a queer. that's it//
I heard ya mouf a magician-cus it can sholl disappear that dick// (Damn)
gad damn, is yo career that sick//
start chargin' niccas and you won't have ta volunteer that shit// (I'm killin this nicca)
Its a shame how I'm stoppin ya//
you ain't see this commin' even lookin thru glasses and sum binaculas// (Whoo)
so take heed to the advice said//
from now own, get the money first b4 you preform ya nice head// (Hooka)
and you-on't wann get a knife'd head//
so don't rap against a nicca who's thee best thing since sliced bread// (Gadddddd damn dawg)************
ROUND VPosted by: Aca
On: 12-17-2008 06:32 PM
fuck this little dude, Im'a continue the trend
AL COULD FIT IN THE SAME BAGS i put my "weed in"
i'll toss em in a BABY POOL while he's sleepin'
it'll look like a MIDGET fallin' off in the "deep end"
quit actin' hard, you softer than some sheep skin
YA' STYLE'S LIKE MINE, 'cept you got a "weak blend"
callin' people losers when really you need friends
you might as well DIG A HOLE and just "leap in"
them parenthesis annoyin' as fuck, enough
brass knuckles ain't nothin' to be jokin' about
your TEETH'LL be the only thing "chokin' you out"
leave ya lips-ripped-to-shit-soakin' ya couch
ya dentist gon' SHIT A BRICK when he "opens ya mouth"
for bein' this mean, how i'm stayin' this nice
ya' ass can't cash it's check, you "payin' the price"
kill all MC's Latino, Jamaican, Asian or white
least i'm not STEALIN' YA SOUL, I'm just "takin ya life"
stand on my level? the thought is kinda funny
i'll rip a leg off and bring you down to one knee
watch em bleed to death, fuck this fagot BUN-D
you'll end up like dude that used to rap with BUN-B
rip pimp c************
http://freestylehq.com/forums/showthread.php?p=69417#post69417Posted by: AL BUN-D
On: 12-17-2008 08:54 PM
Aca you ain't hot- stop givin off the wrong impression//
you type bars, but rappin is my known profession//
if you challange me, look foward to a long depression//
so be sure ta choose ya bars @ ya own discretion//
nah it's time face the facts you dumb fuck//
When it comes to my punchlines, not 1 but they get 2 thumbs up// (Siskel & Ebert)
you made of bread and i chew crumbs up//
If I say bitch nicca in the mirror... I bet it's Aca who comes up// (You nicca)
I think it's best fa you ta bag off//
a bitch could offer you ass, you tha type ta say no and go jagg off// (What the fuck)
plus I know yo ugly-ass soft//
when ya husband fuk you, he say no when you ask ta pull ya bag off// (He cover yo face...LOL)
silly nicca you a fool ta' me//
This guy is really fuckin' me up- is what I'd say if you were me//
My bars of life could spit ya eulogy//
I'll shot ya ass first, and then ask tha crowd "who was he"//
It's automatik that I gatta kill// (I got ta do it)
you bout as pussy as a yeast infection- so I guess I gatta spit the vagisil//
give up rap, you don't gat tha skill//
you used to be so determined, but now you ain't gat the will// (What happened?)
we can all see my text golden//
but the real mystery is tha numba' of slugs that my tek's holdin//
I'm supa quick ta leave ya neck swolen//
that last bar goes out ta Aca and Mr. Rex Oldman//All the best,
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