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| Dr.Torn (1-0-1) vs. StanDarsh (1-0-1); THE SEMI FINALS | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 2 2006, 05:43 PM (297 Views) | |
| tech | Jan 2 2006, 05:43 PM Post #1 |
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Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Here's the rules: Dr.Torn is challenger so he spyts first 2 spyts each no max bars once all spyts are complete voting will begin no biting Winner will recieve $100,000 FIRST TO 5 VOTES WINS!!! Let the battle begin! |
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| DrTorn | Jan 2 2006, 09:13 PM Post #2 |
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Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Last battle was a major flop Now its time to let my mad beats....DROP Drop the gloves. This battle won't be a crock. You got the shit luck of having to battle the Doc Keepin' it real on the streets of TC's my operation Lyrical euthanisist is my occupation Last guys weapon was procrastination Your gonna fall prey to my verbal damnation Stan Darsh, I knew you when you were just a lad Giving it everything that ya had Cash made ya glad. Missed OCs made ya mad But getting fucked by my rhymes is gonna make ya sad My co-leader of the Lil R R We made our names known far And wide, but the times made us grow apart FUCK the jugular. I'mma go straight for the heart You make yourself sound "bad" so the streets will employ but like Avril says, "You're just a sk8ter boi" Must've lost some sense when you tried an olly Realize you're a douche before you hit the wally Forget it. You're not the gangsta type How can you get high when your bong's a half pipe? The next Tony Hawk with a cock in your hand Why you joined a nigga faction I'll never understand When it comes to Rydin' your in the backseat, like a pet HEY! Don't forget your fuckin' helmet! Wouldn't wanna see your pretty lil face get smashed Your ego trashed. Or your knees road rashed Sorry Darsh. Don't wanna sound abraisive I'm just trying...to be persuasive Not for the judges to vote for me. Not for your bitch. My cocks what she likes to see Not for my niggas. They know how my skills be FOR YOU! Before you fuck yourself up on Ecstacy Trying to fit in but your attention is split in two! Whos it gonna be? Your niggas or your sk8 crew? You can go ahead and play with your lil training wheels Leave it to the real gangstas to make the drug deals To make the murders happen. To stand up and say: "FUCK WITH THE RYDERS! WE'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO ROLL THE RYDER WAY!" *turns on Limp Bizket's Keep Rollin'* Pffft...fuck him So you take this pape and you take this weed You take a lil more hemp. Take as much as you need Lick it up. Roll it up. Smoke it all day Thats the Ryder way. Uh huh! I saidThats the Ryder way At least for blunts, and sometimes cunts But we don't got a way to handle you runts Thats why you're with the Lil Ryders and not the big times Thats why you're a sucka with mediocre rhymes All it takes is a lil more practice No more tappin' your second cousin's fine ass Drop with the beats. Gimme some heat. I'll burn your whole body right down to your feet People with think you're a victim of Human Combustion But they'll know it was my WEAPONS OF LYRICAL DESTRUCTION that rained death upon what used to be you What used to decent. What used to be true Whats true? Nothing. Take a look in these eyes Everything the recruiter told you was lies. You gotta do more than expect a free ryde. Now STEP THE FUCK UP! And lets see what you got inside! *throws Stan Darsh the mic* |
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| Stan Darsh | Jan 5 2006, 01:06 AM Post #3 |
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Staff Sergeant
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Ya always know it's tha docter when he spyts cause he puts down a billion lines cause rhymes are shit He tryin to make ya think that his shit is hot tryin to rap bout being hard and smokin pot but we all know that he's just a overgrown nerd just a lil white boy that strayed from the heard He got scared, Crumblin, mumblin, crying as they all starred, so now he sits bout 7 hours a day just to write this shit but he obviously don't know who he's fuckin wit! You can strike for my heart- but that shit's locked up so tight and caged in steel- you'll never reach it and I won't cut you a deal You betta start runnin cause with my gat- I'll make this your last meal Throw it up in your face as you be tryin to plead for your life- you'll be squealin out bout shit as I bring out my knife thrust it deep in your leg- then you just start to beg for me to just put on the stops or you'll "Call tha Cops" Cause you just a lil bitch- A wannabe- A Snitch- Now just get ya head up-stop suckin your gay lover 'mitch', open up your ears- cause my rhymes are so hot that they make ya- -twitch- You tryin to make me seem like a punk saying I gotta make myself sound 'bad'- sayin my ego just shrunk but your the one who's truly fake- lovin nerd shit like 'star wars' dressin up and takin pics- but's it's all behind closed doors Your not even real about that- and if ya are that's just sad, Is this hittin to close to home? Are ya bout to get mad? I gotta admit, some of this shit is pretty bad- but at least I didn't mention the 'special feelings' between you and -Your Dad- Oops, did I just let that shit slip? am I makin your mind flip? or is all this weird shit startin to make ya rub your nips? Why you bringing up the past? All that Skateboarding shit was happening bout 4 years before the last- If this shit is real harsh- it's cause it's comin out so fast- If I saw ya in the boxin ring your face would be all smashed! See before this we never clashed- So for me to battle you All this shit is fresh and new- It's real funny though- your supposed to be a 'pro' but I'm gonna gonna rip ya all to shreads like my cronic be rippin through ya head- Dr. Torn? man, you be watchin too much porn- now I know my spyts be stickin in your brain like a thorn- Now after I lyrically murder your ass- I'll laugh at your friends and family as they mourn Everyone who knows me compares me to King Kong- But You just a lil bitch- now go change your thong- You read my shit- then you realize i'm not that simple- If I cock back this hammer- I'll leave ya more than a dimple- My veins got boiling blood-Still wonder how my raps stay hot? I would hope not- Or are you that ignorant? If you jack off and hit a wall you'll probably leave a dent- That shit must be built up- Cause no girl wants to touch ya- they all like "What the fuck?!" As they walk by and shit start drippin from your pants- "Do you need an ambulance?" HEY YO- Snap out of your trance- it's your turn to lay your last weak ass spyt and this time please keep off that gay ass "Limp Bizkit"... *Tosses the Mic Back to Torn* |
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| DrTorn | Jan 6 2006, 01:38 AM Post #4 |
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Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Look at this punk ass cock suckin' tool Trying to play the Doc like a fool Brace yourself bitch. Its time to get cruel I'mma take your pussyself to school You don't think my shit is hot? Don't give a damn Since theres no more pot for you? You're outta luck, Sam! Even though I'm a nerd, you know I can't be beat u r S000 teh sux0rz. 60 73arn s0me 733t When I'm outta school, I'll be makin' mad cash to legitimately buy Bacardi Dark and Jamaican hash Stan Darsh, they shoulda called you Stan Dash Cuz you're cumin' too quickly in your boyfriend's ass Overgrown nerd. Got the overgrown part right One punch from this overgrown arm and you'll lose sight But I don't have to waste my time in fight I'll just drop my lyrics cuz their hella tight Unlike your ass from your exploits last night Gangraped by 50 guys but you said "It feels so right!" Crumblin' and mumblin'? Mumblin' I can see When in my mouth is your girlfriends clittie Cryin'? Bitch I don't shed tears I just drink these beers, cuz I got no fears No one's starin'. Don't give a fuck of their leers I smoke their asses then start shiftin' the gears 7 hours? I just got too much to say Like Shady, but not held back by Dre Billion lines cuz I can go on for days I could spyt out your problems a million ways Your hearts caged in steal? Do you have a dick? You sound like a sobbing bitch from a chick flick Cut me a deal? Bitch I fucking hate you And you're making it sound like I wanna date you I don't swing that way, sorry to disappoint So you can take your pussy and point it somewhere else. Sorry. Not interested. Besides. Your lil bitchass is probably HIV infested When your boytoy nested it inside your vertical smile Ya caught something dirty! It happens once in a while So you're gonna shoot me? Gonna make me dead? Ok. I'll give your mom a last meal instead Cuz that lil bitch will be giving me head My meal would be her snatch but its unfortunately red Put down the gun before you hurt yourself Put down your knife, before I put you on the shelf A knife? You're not incredibly bright You NEVER bring a knife to a machine gun fight! So while your dancin' and prancin', swingin' and missin'? Pucker up, bitch...its UZI bullets yer kissin'! Gonna thrust your knife in my leg. That threats not the same. "Uhh...retard...my throats up here. Can't ya aim?" Call the cops...you fulla shit? I own the cops. They don't care what I hit Bitch? Snitch? What snitching do you see? Sorry...Gotta tell you. You girlfriend is fucking me She fucks so good I can notch up two pegs But here the thing, she never closes her legs And its not just me! Shes fucked the whole block! Every time I do her she says "God I love your cock! When I see my boyfriend's my face cringes When I'm staring down a whole hard 2 1/2 inches!" Your rhymes are hot. Maybe if you Bar be cue When I hear your bullshit it makes me spew! Star Wars, eh? Yeah that shit was phat But you knowing what I do behind doors? Whats up with that? You'd need advanced computer science to know how So tell me, who the fucks the uber nerd now? Am I mad? Am I sad? Nah...I was glad Untill you fucked up and mentioned my dad Never had much of a father...he was never there Never really seemed to give a shit or care Distance between us was like a federal detention Fuck I WISH he'd've beat me! Least he would've paid attention! Nah, I was at home, don't know what I was thinkin' While he'd be out with all his boys drinkin' You don't know FUCK all about me and this is proof So don't FUCK with me, or you'll disappear...POOF! Your skateboardin' shit is so far in your past? So why do you say its you in your MSN pic from last WEEK! Jumpin' off some building or more I'm pretty sure your body was pretty sore after your bullshit skills which aren't there could've killed you You couldn't do it right if GOD had willed you Wanna take me in the ring? You wouldn't dare I'd beat your ugly face uglier till my knuckles are bare Never said I was pro...thats my assumed reputation Cuz my lyrics are sweeping over the nation Ruff Ryders love me! God up above me! You try to get some respect? But its all comin towards me! Rip me to shreads? Your petty threats better cease As you can see? I'm still alive and in one piece Your chances of winning are about to be severely decreased You fucked with me. Now you're about to be deceased I was gonna leave you with your regular decency Now I'm never gonna let you get out of emergency Fuck yeah, homo! I watch porn! Whats the point you're getting? I gotta watch it. Over and over. Its called Video Editing! You gotta watch my latest production. Its the bomb! Its called DRTORN FUCKS THE ASS OF STAN'S MOM! Made that bitch cum over and over and over Your father? He don't mind! He's the videographer! You'll never beat me. I'm too intellectually quick I'll take your thorn and use as a goddamn toothpick Murder? You aint that good. You'll never be betta Your words aint got shit on my dual beretta If I win? I guess I'm the only one at fault I'll get the murder charge, worst you can do is assault King Kong, with no wong, chokes after the bong There is a thong. But you got the owner wrong It your womans. She forgot it here last night Must not've seen it after I turned off the light Now why would I have to fuck her in the dark? If calling her a bitch was anymore literal she would start to bark I just wanted to be mean to that dog Talks about how amazing it was in her blog I'm surprised she got me. Shes used to British log Because they can't see her face in their thick thick fog I don't know what you're talking about with my mad wack off I have to beat them off cuz the bitches won't back off You must have me confused with you. All you do is jack off You jerk so much I'm surprised cack didn't fall off Now what I say will surely drive you insane Obviously I'm good in bed. Your bitch didn't complain Ambulance? Won't need one. I'll call you a body bag The last bling you'll ever wear is a toe tag For the record, I'm not a fan of Fred Durst But he's badder than you at his best when you're at your worst I'm the epitome of rapping in the Double R You're pretty good, Stan, but from the top? You're far So sit down. Don't bother with your next set of rhymes Your name will be in the obituaries of the New York Times Why so big? Is it because you were such a bleeder? Headline: "RETARD FUCKS WITH RR CO LEADER" Pick up this mic. Diss me. I got nothing to hide This mic will be your instrument of suicide So if somehow you survive the hassle I give Just remember. Got my sword and I know where you live. *tosses the mic to Stan Darsh* |
![]() ![]() When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice Everytime you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, so baby don't feel no pain Just smile back... Ryders for life, mother fucker...always. | |
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| Stan Darsh | Jan 9 2006, 05:30 AM Post #5 |
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Staff Sergeant
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Aight DR.- You answered back hard Now i'm bout to prove that you a retard I really didn't want it to go this way didn't wanna have to be so mean- wanted to try to keep it clean, but your hittin below the belt Now I gotta be so mean, your brains gonna melt At the beginning I tried to be nice Just makin some comments bout star wars and your dad- How was I supposed to know that you'd get so mad? I thought you'd be glad - Cause I respected you enough to put in some thought But now I gotta snap your kneck cause of the shit you brought! You tryin to talk shit bout me being gay- swinging the wrong way- "With your girl i'll play" but much to your dismay- I ain't like that jack alot of your shit was real wack It seems you were thinkin bout too much gay shit- You were wishin that you had a clit so you could get stuffed with more cocks than you already do cause we all know that only hookers would hook up wit you! You big fag- I'm bout to load up this mag- sixteen in the clip bitch and I'm bout to put'em all in you and your gay lover Mitch.. Why you gotta try to always talk bout my girl? Me and you both know that you get never get her- quit fantisising bout losing your V-Card to her! You wonder why I wasn't saying shit bout YOUR girl? It's cause I know ya don't got one -son- and if ya ever do I know that she'll look like a dog- In this world- there isn't enough egg gnog- For me to get with that- rit ta tit tat As I roll these Dice- The only way you get off is to put your dick in a Vice- Even the Blow up doll rejected you twice- So you just go back to Mitch and his "Merry Men" Cause your gay ass likes to take on bout ten- at a time- too many to count in a night that's why I rarelly call your punk ass in to fight Your too busy slurpin up cum- after I read your last lyrics I was like "Damn dude- Your really fuckin dumb" that shit put me to sleep- made my brain go numb- I only woke up from the drum- The drum of battle- here, let me hand you your rattle... Let the real men do this- and for the love of god, quit drinkin your own piss.. A machine gun fight? let me turn on the light- so you can see that I'm strapped to the teeth got so many guns, I leave a billion shells beneath- me- "2 1/2 inches"?- ya motherfucker- from the ground! this shit hangs so low- you'll always here the sound- of your mom beggin- cause she see's it draggin- she says it's the only one big enough to get her off anymore cause she's that big of a whore- that's probably why your dad was never there hiding out in his own lair- or maybe it was town square- Just lookin for a whore, cause anyone's tighter than who he's married to- Is that's what's wrong wit you? you must of come out of your mom like a slip N slide- then hit the floor- Became demented Now you doin all you can to have your name cemented in the Double R hall of fame- The most popular you'll ever get is in a Text based game... Now you see that my shit will always be here- you'll be thinkin bout it when you have your next beer- Cause it forms like a blister- As you drink like a failure- I'll rip like a twister- Right through a trailer! So your punk ass better duck when ya see me comin- My guns gunnin- and my big V-8 Hummin! You know you can't handle my shit when I step with this Mic You better just go take a hike up into the deep dark hills Cause you've been poppin to many pills if you think you can Knock me off of "Battle Mountain" Like a schoolyard fight-you'll be spittin teeth into the drinking fountain At first this Freestyle shit was just experimental But it's grown to be fuckin monumental- So Doc- I gotta tell ya- you had a good run, But it's best if you just put down that lil gun and start to run Cause what I'm bringin is so powerfull- an army couldn't stop me- And that's the truth, according to Stan, "The True G" *Lets the MIC fall to the ground- then shakes Dr Torn's Hand in respect* |
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| tech | Jan 9 2006, 11:32 PM Post #6 |
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Ok, let the voting begin... The winner will get $100,000 and a title shot against the UNDEFEATED Freestyle King
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| DrTorn | Jan 10 2006, 12:02 AM Post #7 |
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*shakes Stan's hand* Hell of a match, bro. You're lookin' good. Keep it up.
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| Stan Darsh | Jan 10 2006, 03:56 AM Post #8 |
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Thanx man, you laid some real hot shit- no disrespect- it's all business. |
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| tech | Jan 10 2006, 06:56 AM Post #9 |
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and the winner is..... Stan Darsh (5 - 3) Big up to my man Doc, i thought you won that shit, you got my vote, but thats how the game go. Stan, i'll send you your money and then its on
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