I'm back, the entity formerly known as Astro Honky 3000.
No limit to length, 2 raps each. I'll start.
Kinda goes to the beat of EPMD's I'm Housin...kinda.

Chillin on the scene like a horse in a stable,
My style's like shit only seen in some fable.
I keep all my rhymes in a little black book,
But Emeril can't go near the kind of beats I cook.
I said I kiss more broads than my man Rich Dawson,
You think my shit sucks, I'mo knock y'alls jaws in.
My right fist's got rings, my left brass knuckles.
My rhymes are so crazy, they oughta tie me down with buckles.
I don't smoke shit, I don't diss no ones mom,
so relate to matter as I drop the bomb.
My lyrics eat through ya, ya know how well they do ya.
You wanna battle me, ya know that I'll just skool ya.
Silent killa, fourth reich vulture, and the... Americana.
My shit starts to Hulk like my pal Eric Bana.
I got the looks of Bowie, the style of Queen
Shoyruken Justice looms, you'll see what I mean.
I love my man Yaz, and I'll miss my pal Teddy
This shits on the move, now you better be ready.
There's a sign on the country that says post no bills.
There's a right to obey, and there's a right to kill.


Coulda done better, but I'm tired... I'll reply tomorrow afternoon.

well...that attachment didnt work nearly as well as i wanted it to... i guess ill just have to post it on an image host and paste it onto my sig... aw well...

ayo ayo

My thirst for blood is gobbling, the goblin king,
leave him sobbing and throbbing when im clobbering,
cuz of wise lies, i'll hire five guys, and do drive bys,
i got my doggs and they'll take all of ur "cats" nine lives,
in one shot from the box then deliver this guys carcus,
keep it running, not even enough time to live park it,
rhymes in it, time to spark it, one more magazine,
enough of this faggots team, its time to attack his dreams,
your "rhymes are to gay" as "gats are to beef",
when im scrappin im kickin ass then when im rappin sweet,
i spit the illest shit hes just a slobbering thing,
inflict pain on this infints reign as the golbin king,
i flip shit and hit qucik when im testing his thesis
i R.I.P. this kid so bad now hes "resting in "pieces""
hit the goblin with a backhand, and laugh (*crack*damn)
kick him in a trashcan, now he throws in the "towel" like an afgan

As simple as it sounds is as simple as it oughta be
Eternal's rhymes lack the Goblin's quality
Ya see he got as much soul as a midget's shoes,
but he thinks he can excel without payin his dues
I gotta tell ya son, like my man B.B. said
pay the cost to be the boss, or else you'll wind up dead
Ya see my rhythm's like Meatloaf, a Bat outta Hell
They say I'm kinda like Norman, cuz i Rock Well,
I got the force of Soul Sonic and the rage of Rocha
don't make me get my tank, cuz i know I'll just Scorch ya
If ya wanna battle, your face i shall rock
if my rap is stew then my beats are stock
tellin lies with your rhymes like bell peppers and beef
you're lyrics are like a line change from the Maple Leafs
i creepy german shit like Christoph Doom
Transultimate apostle like that dude from Loom
your girl became a lesbo after the dick you gave her
you think your cooler than mint, you just the fruity flavor
try to trash my game, stop those gums you flappin
i got bambaataa's style when i unleash my hand clappin
so open your eyes and sit on a peen
cuz my rhymes are fuckin whores like my man charlie sheen
i got the license to ill, and the ill commication
i already found the perfect beat thanks to zulu nation
i be runnin outta time, whaddoya know...
what you reap is what you sow.

this has got to be a joke, just for shits and giggles,
cuz my written raps are polished and demolish this kids squiggles,
talking about meatloaf, you heard that fag?
my flows spit knifes and "rap" you in a burlap bag,
im forever spinnin, the sickest shit, written or free verse,
your never winnin, your a fuckin dickless bitch, sittin on street curbs,
this kid must havin been drinkin his hen, for thinking he'd win,
my flow busts out the brink of the rhymin rink when it ends,
hand moves along with the ring and the pen, in all situations,
rhymes fall like percipitation, on this kid when i get rid of pacients,
trap him in a waste land, hes a"head" (sike) naw he blew the nation,
the shrooms creations, got me seeing goblins but im just helusinatin,
The gobin king best realize im going to straight smack you,
Leave an eight inch black and blue phat bruise,
Shit will be so permanent it will look like you got a tattoo,
I got some good and I got some bad news,
the good first, bad for you this could force,
you and you fucked up rhymes in to a wood hearst, (and the bad?)
I grab a scalpal, stab his back and wack tracks without a hassle,
rip his a new asshole, the grab and crack his adams apple,


aight whever, not my best at all....

start voting

I thought this battle was dope

Goblin King - First verse just seemed like an off the dome freestyle, Didnt really diss him as much as it should've

The Second verse was nice though

"As simple as it sounds is as simple as it oughta be
Eternal's rhymes lack the Goblin's quality
Ya see he got as much soul as a midget's shoes,"

^nice, both had a good flow too


Eternal, both verses were dope, i liked the first better, the second seemed to have a big fall off toward the end to me.

"My thirst for blood is gobbling, the goblin king,
leave him sobbing and throbbing when im clobbering,
cuz of wise lies, i'll hire five guys, and do drive bys,
i got my doggs and they'll take all of ur "cats" nine lives"

^Dopeness


Vote ~ Eternal

:p
icky icky eternal took it.
but nice job golbin

Eternal won this one, hands down.

Goblin, you need to work on better rhymes. As a whole.

**Yall check out me and Eternal's Audio Battle**

vote = Eternal

this was a land slide, Eternal got him in every catagory