Freestyle anyone?

[Funk Doctor]

If you feel like freestyling, drop your rhymes in here, anything goes, fundamental words or hardcore disses, put it here.

I'll start us off with something I wrote earlier today.

Ever since birth I was destined for greatness, i'll be the greatest
Always amaze you with stories, gather round and check my latest
It's the story of me, the D-O-C, without a doubt a great MC
1985, first day of my life, birth of a winner to be, you see
Been into music since I was five, spinning REM and Tears for Fears
I was a weirdo, constantly being picked on by my dear old peers
Moved to 3-0-7-8 when in '97, changed schools the same day
Made some friends right away, friends for life, '98 started out okay
Until the 12th of May, me and my father slammed into the asphalt
A severe accident, we came out alive, but kept thinking it was my fault
Still got the image in my mind, can't seem to leave it all behind
Every bike I see reminds me, drives fear into my heart and blinds me
The years went by, life just passed, destined to excel but couldn't be assed
Bad grades, lazy as fuck, growing worse with each easy year I passed
Until 2001, failed the fourth, went to Heverly Hills instead
Met up with LL, thought he was some kind of anarchist pot head
Made some more friends, but my grades were still heading south
Failed again, no excuses this time, back to fifth without a doubt
I barely made it to the sixth, and things took a turn for the worse
But seeing as this is bar 10, you'll hear about it in another verse

some additional info:

3078 is my hometown's zip code.
I had a motorcycle accident in '98.
I got horrible results in my 4th year (10th grade) so I went to another school and failed my 5th year (11th grade) there.
LL is a close friend of mine, Chicka knows who I mean.
Heverly Hills is the nickname of Heverlee, the town where my school is.

[nullztradamus]

im not used to the whole 10 bars thing, so ill just go off. I like your story life, so maybe ill work off that.


I transform Its been kinda weird ever since the day I was born/ On the day of my birth, From my parents I was torn/ My father was a Kentucky derb/got a mind from true Italian stallion, he soon left the herd/ he passed fourth and third/ second and soon…. in-first, it was kickemtodakurb/ my mother was a true feline/ a wild kat/ a hybrid of a panther and bobcat/ she was known for her glorious beauty/ a real cutie/ its where I get my looks from/ not from hittin them books son

I transform im strong as an ox/im so brave/ im throwing tomahawks
I transform I’m built like a machine/ got a heart from a tiger/and dick from a sex fiend

./ I was torn from the two/ a wild pack of wolves raised me to learn how to do/ crazy things, make my own bed, and how to chase them chickenheads/ I left when I was an early teen/ over to the California sunshine gleam./ I noticed these cuts on my neck/ allowed me to breathe underwater and keep my breath/ I met these fellas wearing all azure/ the blue dolphins, a click that make ya eyes blur/ for just breathing/ I got close, I thought I would neva be leaving /until one day/ I saw another fish fall to his grave/ he was slayed/ from a red hammerheads blade/ Im done with this fight I can’t see my life ending in a great white bite.

I transform im fast off the gun/ im so quick/ I race cheetahs when I run
I transform I was built to perform/ im coming at this beat like a locust swarm

part of my life in a metaphor. your up doc

[Funk Doctor]

Oh this isn't a battle or anything, more like an Open Mic thread. If you're into battling, visit my battle forum (link is in my sig).

But I'll spit some anyway.

This is a diss towards all you wannabe niggaz in the game
I'll send all y'all wiggers home, you gonna be hiding in shame
The famous Funk Doc, spitting bars alongside nullztradamus
I'll take ya fake shit, roll it in a tube and shove it up your anus
You can't stress us, can't contest us, damn well can't surpress us
You're obsessed with bling bling and bitches, without success
We're complex like chess games, you'll go up in flames
when we spit shit, your claims to fame are fucking lame
You need some training, Funk and Null are raining heat
on your bitch asses, we'll be the only ones remaining
Judges put us on restraining orders, we cause public disorders
with our rhymes, we innovate and cross the borders
Can't hold us back, you slacked off, now you're under attack
Keep talking smack, we'll crack your back, this is our payback
for years of abusing the art of rapping, hold it, recap
What just happened? Y'all got slapped around, ya got capped
Our words'll hit you like slugs, you fake ass thugs
We'll sweep your shit under the rug, squash you like bugs

[Jada Spic]

Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit/
You dove head first into some more dumb shit/
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get/
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes suck dick/
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with my bitch/
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit/
Them pink belly niggaz is who you run with/
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick/
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit/
You can make a double album, won't have one hit/
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit/
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit/
I admit, that my style is unfit/
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit/
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick/
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit/
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with/
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic/
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split/
Now keep your distance, and keep existence/
I'm persistent when it comes to bench shit/
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence/
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless/
Yor bitch, payed my bill that's where the hell your rent went/
Fuck that!

[Funk Doctor]

I like where this is going.

[nullztradamus]

you know my life, you know my name
N-U- double L embedded in ya brain
D.O.C. spittin gas as i breathe fire
flamethorw3ing muthatfuckas as we desire
This aint no baby game, this aint no shoots and ladders
This is the last train, two shots to your bladder
make ya think twice next time you w3anna draw
got you all out of balance like you on a see-saw
I'm so hot i drink lakes to cool me down
i burn red, melt ya ice to the grount
i fight ya now
scheduled all 12 rounds
but i got to warn ya
D.O.C.'s in my corner
i hear the ring of the bell
the next 60 seconds i bring a fury of hell
my fists connect, eyes blurry and swell
you dreaming, thinking you counting your Ben's
wake up[ and see its the ref counting to 10
im not the best i be who i be
but ive been callled the greatest from muhammed ali
cuz i swoop like a butterfly and sting like a bee
ive even fought with evenader holyfield
he got caugght, and named me the 'real deal'
i spar for fun with iron mike tyson
i keep him in check i dont let him bite nothin
none,nil, nada, call me mr. slaughter
my minds blocked out, i keep my rhymes real tight son
ya ass knocked out, now let me go hit the pipe son
pppeeeaaaaaccccceeeeeeeee

[JusJoe]

PROBLEMCHILD. IM DA type of *censor* while ya *censor* whatch hoes play 4square/
ill take water hose & hose hoes & chalk just to see a tear.
yo flows are stupid, while my flows flow like fluid/
my cd so fuckin advanced you need to download an update just to listen to it.

[JusJoe]

just thought of this and had to post it lol

you so sad lookin like you got a died blue face//im skilled and your KNOT like a tied shoe lace

[JusJoe]

My girlfriendz in the Olympics,
She be runin’ track meets,
I’m lyin.............,
She’s a parapalegic, she eats wit her feet
Fuck you laughin’ at?..........,
She’ll be here next week,
In a black jeep with two other handicapped FREAKS!!!

[shiryu]

you're flow is like fluid?
it flows out youre ass, talking gangsta? common just do it
the download's needed cuz you're crap is bugged
when you perform on stage we like it better "unplugged' ( 4 real )
when you was rhyming 'bout yo bitch i thought you kept it clean
besides being handicapped she's the ugliest shemale i ever seen
she's doing what now? try growing a beard?
but you're dating here, so who' it that is weird?

[GodHand Kronix]

Sorry, I just can't freestyle while typing. I type too slow to match my flow, and it fucks me up. I prefer the real, in person thing.

[Funk Doctor]

too slow to match your flow, you gotta be stationary
you ain't a player, you just probationary
you just a rookie, nothing but a small time crookie
can't play with us, our shit's off the hookie
the elite, our rhymes'll sock you and knock you in a coma
we're street, you rap like some hick from oklahoma

[Weedguru Cusmar]

hu's bitch is shemale?
hu cant type fast enough to freestyle?
im too fucked up 2 remember ill have to check the file
in my C: drive
next to the porn in the d: drive
im bored of my pc move over to xbox live
playing chinese ppl at halo
600 kills to 5
hu says cusmar cant rhyme
ill bet you a penny pound or a dime
that my lyrics come through n shine
...well maybe not, but double yew tee ef makes u think ur lyrics r hot
im the hottest around hitting jenna jamesons g-spot
ima finish up now she's callin me for another shot
ill leave u bitches to smoke weed and watch that dog spot.