Post first if you're gonna join.
Rules are as follows:
We start with 2 lines, and then all go. Next round we add 2 more. This keeps going 'til 8 then we start over.
I'l go.

Current Order:
Onis
Phanny
Leo
Voran
James
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I can't rap for shit.
Even with my love for tits.

(I was just messing around with this one. Next ones get better xD)

I'm sittin' here butt-naked. Got out of school sick, faked it.

I'm an itty bitty child with a mind of a physco. Rhymes flowin' in out I guess it's just a cycle.

I'm sittin here on the couch watchin' Supernatural,
these rhymes I'm spittin out are nothing but purely factual.
Bored out of my mind, waiting for the end of the episode.
So I can play some Mass Effect and go into fucking beast mode!

We asians are smart, runnin' those companies like tony stark. Some say it's an art, but hell, it's an easy part.

Motherfuckers skipped over me.
Transsexual pansies.

In your chest I'm about to blow a hole, rock and roll
Like in Street Fighter, I'm Akuma; Devouring your soul.
A gentleman, posting pictures on the chatbox, of the highest brass.
To me I'm just nothing, them I'm just something, to everyone who cares, I'm a fuckin' badass.

On the mic we got Phanny Pack.
My friends call me Dakota, bigger than the rat pack.
We got extracted on ME3
Me and Onis, we the best, just 2 not 3.
Oh hell, I can't forget about harley.
Busta out shit harder than Bob marley.

Mhhmm.

My name is Rav, I'm just a spriter
On the mic I ain't a fighter or a biter
Because once my vocals go low or higher
I destroy ya
So if any of you wanna step to my stage, in my region
I can guarantee I'll beat your ass worse than we got beat by Legion

Okay, fuck order and line amount xD


I started out playing but a Vanguard,
charging in half-cocked, dying like a total 'tard.
But then I switched to a Sentinel,
efficient like I'm running on ethanol.
I got my tech shields up protecting my ass,
and using my biotics, defeating my enemies en masse.

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You say one does not simply walk into Mordor?
Bitch I just waltz in like there's an open door.
How is that possible you ask?
Well I'm not as fake as you, the one wearing the mask.
I tell like it is, don't give a shit who I affect.
Yeah, that's right. Who needs to be politically correct?

Look at this mexi fuck.
Spittin' rhymes outta luck.
One the atlus comes up with "you shall not pass"
I pop him a cyro blast, freeze his robot ass.
Tech armor? Ridiculous.
Nova...you serious?
Give me me rifle and my cloak.
And I'll make the ground soaked.
With the blood of my enemies, blue, black, or red.
Boom! 1 shot. 1 dead.
Entered that fortress.
Left nothing but corpses.

Some people.....call me Too fly,
But hell i think they're just too high,
My lyrics are so fucking dope
to get on my level you need a twenty foot rope

My rap is free..... of illogical passion
niggas wish they could use my shit as a sense of fashion
Catastrophe,
dope ass history

take me to your boss,
Ill show him who's the hoss,
stop, drop, and you better fucking roll,
cause I burnt your ass with lyric's that are stone cold








New rap:
My last rap was just a fucking intro
My shit explodes like a barrel full of nitro,
Who the fuck is this dude phanny?
Sounds like his mom is just a fucking tranny,
Wait a minute, lets not talk about moms,
Cause onis's mother shits out sardine bombs,
Oh snap, crackle, and pop
look away, cause I just reached the motherfucking top,

A trophy? fuck getting that shit,
I got a rap thats a platinum hit,
The money will be flowin,
and my chains will be glowin,
Im sorry does this rhyme upset you?
cause i can slow it down and give a straight one-two,
bam your done, your shit is stupid
i fuck more bitches than that nigga named cupid

btw my raps would sound better if you heard me saying it lol

Step up to the throne, your reign is done.
Pull out the sword, across it goes my gun.
Tell your ass to surrender, I'm the top and number 1 contender.
You had the balls to tell me that you're my ender? Poof, burnt to a fuckin' cinder.

Now I'm on top, finally, at long last.
It took a couple years, like how long you'll wear the cast.
Of Jersey Shore, on your arm before, you begin to ignore.
My fast and brutal acts, where your asshole is torn.

I lay all of you down to rest in hearses, the way I kill with my professional verses, merciless on the track and in life, mess with me, you'll wind up being AIDS like Strife, an STD. It's only natural that I kill you dudes like the exorcisms on Supernatural, truly factual lyrics is what I spit, I prefer to steer away from the peices of shit. I'm Big like Pun, and killing all you little Commoners is oh so much fun. I suggest you take my advice and just run.

I am only a writer, in the form of a fighter, in the form of a poet, I have potency on the mic. All you little amateurs better get out of my diameter, yeah I'm using those terms it's time I become the parameter, I'm just sitting here defeating all you enemy attackers. I plan to shut down the whole ceremony, any one bold enough stand up and end my lyrical tyranny, try it, 'cause once I get serious that ain't flyin'.

I'm here to end it. I think I just did, and this was one of the greatest verses in the Vortex Rap Battles of History, come on, come at me. Bro.

(Back to two right?)
Nardo's rap bombed, like napalm on top of his head.
Greatest verse in this vortex rap history, haha, nah, you're fuckin' dead.

Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, go back to making pop hits, the rap game isn't your shtick.
Here, we kick it like Kung-Fu and we done you, fool, don't ever step to me, wrong thing to do.

*massive sigh* Just one...just one.


Afro in this piece like a pound of butt grease
Chilling here playin' Mario Kart 64
Getting smacked with nostalgia harder than a Crocop kick that'll drop me to the floor
Mario's average-ness gets wrecked, Bowser's a boss oh now "Who's Next?"
Yoshi and Peach, they are such a treat
Get left in the dust with Toad as I suck on your mom's teet
Donkey Kong holdin' homies hostage and now you're vexed
Turns are no problem with Wario, as Luigi has all of this power in his cardio
That's the name of the game that is so awesome to play
Now stop it with all of the schtick about my hair turning grey

*Legion Mode Activate*

Looks at everyone on Vortex, acting like scrappin' cats
But when I step up, I'm completely relaxed
And I beat your raps, even though you're using hacks
Not to mention you're all fags, even more so than Bax
Now can everybody see,
Why it is you shouldn't go against me?
If Afroluffy is Biggie, then I'm 2 P A C
Mixed with a little of the backwards E
So when you mess around and battle me
I come back harder and fiercer
Than your mother when my dick pierced her
Just remember Everytime you're in my region
You're under my A-LEGION-ce

Woohoo for Afro/Biggie Comparison

Yo bitches of the new school don't know shit,
mothafuckas get ready for the Fortex hit,
Now I'm the unknown king of the Vortex,
Who you be bowing to? It's motha fuckin' Fortex,
So get back in line, and take yoself a number,
Ran'dum is dumb, but yo spittin' skills be dumber
And what's with this shit about Gokan?
Bitch I'll swallow you whole, like Buu did to Gohan.
And Jesse man, we used to be tight,
But I won't back down cause I know I'll win this fight,
The only pussy here with skills is Onis,
Who's gonna take him it? Mothafucka, Fortex is on this,
You say you're gonna waltz in to Mordor?
Have fun with that, I'm Sauron, I'm the dark lord,
but there's no armies by my side, so it might be suicide,
Now you're on the last ride, and there aint nowhere to hide.

Strife's here causing trouble and distress
You'll have this dude under Vortex arrest.
talking in third person makes him seem like a pest, but
It really takes your ability to read to the test,
cuz Strife's the best
You treat him like a guest
You step to him and you'll be layin on your Fuckin' chest
Spicin' up vortex and addin' little zest
The spice will be too strong and put you all to rest.
Boom.

Y'all bitches need to step aside, it's your motherfucking Admin about to ride.
All I'm hearing is bitches dissing bitches, wake up children it's time to listen.
Now let me take you back to where it all began, any fool talking shit better be expecting a ban.
Class has started and this one dates back long before Frost departed.
Lemme holla out to my boy NS-Kage, this nigga woulda been the best if he didn't walk off stage.
Now before you start claiming who's number one and number two, just remember I'll pixel shit all over you.
I got 4 years under my belt and I've risen to the top, don't forget that when I grab my banhammer and drop it it'll make yo' head pop.

But Seto, you see, your head's already popping
Because it's inflated, like a balloon
You're nothin' but a buffoon, a crazy loon
Worse than Tom Riddle when his top blew
And you're 'bout to crash harder then when Videl first flew
To be truthful though, On themic you glow like Super Goku
The best part is I'm Yakon, takin' your rhymes and hackin' em
Up, disintegratin' any disses more than Gohan did to Cell
So go ahead, stand here, diss me, Yell to the heavens or to hell
Just remember, against me, it's you who fails

You Know, You Know,
How the story goes, you done jocked my style,
you done stole my flow, you done seen me out,
you gets no hello. One of the new era boys, with
a new era flow, you swear you the best, lyrically
better than the rest, I'm here officially to put you to
the test. I ain't Phanny dog, I ain't Onis bro, you
done called me out, you already know, you know,
I will murder you, I run the show, and every time
you come out your mouth I'll retire you. I'm
here to bring you the satisfaction of facing a lyrical king,
but if all you are is a peasant, you sure you have enough lyrical power to win?

You guys are funny,
but all your noses are lookin runny,
its adult swim,
you can come back out when its sunny
The forecast is full of rain
with a little "Cloudy Strife"
This is insane
You all should retire for the night.
Onis, you thought you could own us,
but when Strife came along
you was just a bonus,
You all said "Strife is about to Bone us"
Homo sexuality not intended, I am not Nick Jonas.
I'm tryna Speed up this rap to prevent the slowness.
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PhantomAForce, or should I call you Phanny-pack?
Your rhymes are super wack
everyone knows asian boys can't rap.
Leo, the guy who was sentenced to warning level two
thinks he's bad, but he would need a whole entire crew
to step to me, the bamf that you all call Strife
and boy you should know
to never bring a knife to gun fight.
Edge, you're not devouring shit,
So better sit,
before I smack that nasty grimy grit,
out your teeth, wait that was from Afro's untimely dick? (About how afro is old)
Don't call the vortex police
wait
you're scared of Fortex? Please
I'll have him on his knees
pleading to not suck on 'deez

Just like that dude that we call ravage
I'll cause some damage
that'll turn him into a mothafucking savage.

Chief? Your rhymes are so bad,
That you're half asian
and phantom is probably your Dad
skills the size of a raisin
it's amazin'
because that means that it is way past savin'
but I'll move forward and i'll keep on pavin'
propaganda
and win you over with my smooth persuasion.
Seto, get ready for Strife's era
You're Michael Cera
while i am Arnold Schwarzen"fucking"egga'
I'll terminate ya'
and
leave ya mothafuckin' ass for dead
I mean I don't hate ya'
The ground is just filled fuckin' with red
and you are no exception
my flow is like bullets to your head
Don't expect deception
To your grave is where you have been led.

Strife's life is about to get put on the line
When I get in on the mic and blow like a mine
Metaphors and the sort just blow your mind
Worse than Cobain mixed with Columbine
And when I diss you, you try to respond
With some random threats to everyone
Like you could take on one of us,
Don't get it twisted thought I ain't defending any of em
I told myself once and again I shouldn't diss so many of them
It just ain't worth the time to sit and type and then
Defend my case and my mic prowess
And prove how much you're all cowards
Spit, lick, eat you nah devour up all your
Lines and not blow but explode your minds a second time
With the same old but brand new rhymes
While you talk about crimes,
I'm battling whoever want it, who rhymes first just flip the coin
So I can reap and defeat the fuits of your Father's loin
Just don't faulter and fuck up again, Strife

Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute
just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia, born and raised
on the playground is where I spend most of my days
chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool and all
shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"
I whisteled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I thought, "NAW FORGET IT YO HOME TO BEL AIR!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cab, "YO HOME SMELL YA LATA!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the fresh prince of Bel-Air








Amidoinitrite?

Onis wins.

Ravage, sorry, but i'll put you to rest.
I didn't get you good enough, but I see you did your best
it's over
your a dog, I think i'll call your rover
I'll put you in a cell
your new alias will be ben dover.
It's cool cause i'm rollin the dice,
trying to decide how I will end your life
Your infected, no one is talkin head lice,
I mean your dead, you have been infected with The Strife.
You better retreat,
and accept your defeat
I'm an elite
you're a spartan,
kissin' my feet
but don't worry, boy
I won't kill you yet
Like I said, you're a dog,
you can be my new pet
Don't be upset,
because this is just like you lost a bet
I'm the giants
And you are the poor patriots.
You stepped to me with a special lust for blood
but you weren't ready for this
now your corspe is layin in the mud.

Tell me Strife,
How you gonna put me to rest, when I'm already dead
You could say that was my best, but you're distressed
You see, because you know I'm not even stressed
About your less than nothing rhymes, I confess
That this is what I've been blessed to do,
Don't write me down for anything less
Damn right I've been infected with strife,
Shit I've had that my entire life,
But when I get on the mic, It fades light
And illuminates the dark side of me, my night
Where you can't manage to do anything,
This rap thing is my game, and soon your wife'll be my dame
I'll take her but we won't bang, even when she begs
But I'll record it and play it in a loop to shame you
Now just realize that trying to diss me will give you cold feet
Cause I'll spit sleek when I speak, which leads to your defeat
Not mine, yours. Yours. Yours.
You hear me?
Yours.

The gloves are off now, it's time for a man's war
So get on track or leave, there's no time for man whore's
you can't comprehend the plan that I got for you alright?
its okay, boy cause you put up a good fight
try as you might
you'll be done by the end of the night
It's impossible to kill one with eternal life.
Thats me, i'm Strife.
I'm the oce with the scythe
that will end you forever
I'm Tyson, and you're Floyd mayweather
there are multiple comparison's
I mean I'm Chef and you're Mr. Garrison.
It's so preposterous
you think that you could fuck with us
but I'll leave you sleeping with the fishes like an octopus.
When I say "Us" I mean me because i'm more than one,
I've taken countless souls before, boy you better run.
You're just a little kid so run along now, my Son
you know this battle is over and i've already won.

>.>

And this is rigamortus and it's gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded and I'm Morpheus, the Matrix of my mind
I'm out the orbit, you an orphan and a hairdresser combined
I'm on the toilet when I rhyme if you the shit then I decline
I climax where you begin and then I end on Cloud 9
And that's important when you morph into a angel in the sky
And don't be forging all my signatures, my listeners reply and tell me
That you biting style, you got a hell of an appetite
And I'mma be here for a while just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight, we always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide
CSI, just might investigate this fucking parasite.

Leo, I gotta say, you have colorful diction,
but it's a pathetic, what you're spreadin you know is purely fiction.
You're like a shade, or shadow and it's causin' some friction
You're like a maid, or a damsel, now get back to the kitchen.
You're vocabulary makes you seem like a steady nerd
but you are not lincoln, boy this is not gettysburg,
so you retreat
And you think about what you have just learned
you can't stand this heat
you are meat, on the grill, waiting to get burned.

I will slaughter you.

I rapped him and made him Casper, I captured the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya, I pass the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, won't you send us to bible study faster
Your hypocrite-esque reaction a blasphemy
I assassin my casualty and it's casually done and tell 'em my salary come
A lump sum of hundreds don't talk to be 'bout no money
The sun is under my feet and I come in peace to compete
I don't run if you rather leap, my statistics go up in weeks
And I go visit the nearest creek and I get busy on many MC
Really ballistic, anybody can see any assistance, everybody done see
Some persistence, recognize I be really too vicious, the permanent beast
And the demolition, breaking up the streets, better partition, better dot your T
And I gon' mention, how the far you see, putting my dick in the rap industry
Everybody bitchin', getting mad at me, recognize Leo in the battery
And I'm charged up and the catastrophe is charged up and the audacity
And y'all fucks, never could hassle me and y'all luck, just ran out you'll see.

Leo, your raps are nonsensical
usin' big words, but I am feelin' very skeptical
about the meaning
of these metaphors you use
care to explain?
you know i've just seen through your ruse.
You know you 'bout to lose
it's evident
rappin' is my element
my flow is regal, it's extremely elegant
This will be your ultimate end
I'll murder you slowly with my claws
Just like Hugh Jackman.
As a matter of fact i'm dead pool I can't die.
Cause my raps live forever, they slowly amplify
your mind, you know it is time
for your death, I
will survive this supernova,
That I have summoned on your mind.
It's too much for you to handle, just give up
Cuz I'll strike ya quick and fast with an uppercut.
Leo, or should I say lea,
you're a playa'
when it comes suckin' off Darth Vada'
That's all for now, I'll catch lata'
Because you know that you will retort,
and you'll resort to usin' big words
that you in know in no way support
your feeling towards me,
the way I delicately
lay more words so effortlessly.

The cat
Is Fat
When he eats
So much meats
Then he goes to sleep
Quiet, without a peep
He's a lazy, lazy kitty
But don't pity



...Do I win?

I come around like what goes around
what goes up must come down
anyone who comes up must go down
might as well go for the gusto now
better not let up better not let them breath
last shot give it all you got
try to turn me down b-tch get f-cked with the volume nob
f-ck all you snobs
hoes I hope all you rott
2 bottles of lubriderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought
and you wanna menage a trois you twats
f-ck that I’d rather turn this club to a bar room brawl
get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall
like a leech stuck in a vacuum your only nothin but a whole lot of suckin’
goin’ on in rap
yeah but I’m home
Bad to the bone
Back in the zone
Let him alone
You don’t wanna go eggin’ him on

It’ll never be my chair that your on
crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen
otherwords there’s no heir to the throne
when I die so does hip hop
hitchcock better sh-t bitch ass got a zip locked in a bag
you fags aint been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top
Keep bloggin while I mind boggle in my zone like i’m in the twilight, dog.
Get off my bone, this is my mic doggonit, and I like hoggin’ it

flow so wet I’mma take this beat tobogganing
I’m water logging it, I’m sogging it
pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
suplex it on cement like I’m on some straight outta compton sh-t
take this d-ck and chomp on it
I’m so bad I can b-tch slap a back handed compliment
jack ass eat a donkey d-ck
the game I just about conquered it like Donkey Kong
I’m bonkers bitch, I’m the king of this honkey sh-t, I reign supreme in this honkey sh-t
no sense screaming and arguing
makes no difference whether a Benz or Bentley or a Beamers the car you in
you think you ball well I palm it
I throw up bombs when I vomit
boy I throw down in the kitchen might hit your mom with my omlette
but you got egg on your face now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze
bitch I’m as bat sh-t as Ozzy it’s obvious
you can tell I go right off the bat
no pun intended but come any closer I’ll bite off your head
tryna give me the fingers kinda like giving a spider the web
I’m just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage
I catch a fly in that bitch you think you fly you just food
I give as much as a flying f-ck as that superman dude
guess I just do what you can’t do or make you look stupid and bamboozled
confused as usual and you can get ripped she can open a can too
but you better hope you can handle the heat
or stay the f-ck outta hell’s kitchen
I came to cock block like a square f-cking male chicken
yeah it’s shady slut the rest can suck on a big one
cause I’m as despicable as Daffy Duck when I’m spittin.

Kris Kros'll make you JUMP, JUMP!

I WON!

Leo, you still lose, for I am the Fresh Prince of Vortex.

I spaz out till' I pass out, i put clarity in my vulgarity for a sassmouth, your paraody's not funny 'cause all you dudes are industry crash dummies, as long as the Lord (Gale) loves me I'm good. I could, be the greatest rapper but I'd rather caputre the violence that goes on in my hood, I should, stick a fork in this music industry but I'm to deep in it like pussy on my penis, like the Devil's Kitchen in Phionex, I bring the heat in where the shade at, I'm L.A. radio and G.O.O.D. music boy I don't play that, on the deadline of thinking like Einstien and rhyming like Rakem in '89, I won a pack of 9 and a mind full of wisdom, like a man 99 years old locked up in a prison, don't freeload on my vision, get exposed like an R&B ho' when the sextape hitted.

I'm always for the business, forever you'll feel it, wheather you crip blue or a dude the kills it, my penman-ship is like me and Langston are combined at the hip and my hip to the hop doesn't stop as I rock. I've got a buzz like a shot of Parmesan, and the women fall in love as they fall on my crotch, now understand that I'm all that you've got, give me chance, give me love, give me heart, give me all you got. What's the difference, yeah I'm cool like that, you stupid spit, well the retarded drool is back.

See I'm the author of the authors, the father of the austin power faja, who can bust like a charter wide author, I know a jealous serpent is a virgin to my life, but still I carry on like luggage on a flight. The realness in my bones is the DNA to life, I can give you insight only if you're in sight.

DONE. I WON.

You guys take this stuff way too seriously
All I hear is everyone speaking so vociferously
Bashing and clashing, butting heads
You tear at each other like crazies without their meds
I just come up here and rhyme
With any and all that comes to mind
I have nothing to prove to anyone
All I'm here for is for the fun

I'm the Fresh Prince of Vortex, self-proclaimed
Nothing like you, I'm the one acclaimed
All of you spitting out vulgarities
What I'm looking for here is simple synergy
Between my words, my rhymes
My thoughts,my feelings- all the time

I've no need for your pop culture references
When you hear my words you'll see all the differences
Between you and me, them and they
When what I do is pave my own way

You will never win Kris. I have beaten the Fresh Prince of Vortex.

Yeah, well, what i said, is like the truth, man.