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I'm a full time, all season roofer, but I can do pretty much any type of art you give me. Flash, music, paints, pencils, you name it, I can probably do it. I rap under the name Ratrap now. Check my tunes.

Ratrap @RoobyKillAll

Age 34, Male

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Canada

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Freestyle Battle Challenge

Posted by RoobyKillAll - December 10th, 2008


Alright NG listen up. A lot of you like to think you got flow and you know your way around a verse. This is a call out to all you lyricists and song writers in an all out battle against me.

The rules:
I don't care what you write, I'm just going to try and respond with something better until someone writes something so amazing I choke or something.

No one take shit personal. I don't need 32 PM's telling me how much I suck and should die. Because I don't care.

So go to the Hip Hop Audio Portal, put on some beats and try to fucking rip me up! Whatchu got NG?

Broken-Needle, from now on I'm deletin' ya posts unless its a flow for that my page is advertisin' here. Don't even speak my name again until you can breathe some original shit and take this seriously. Beef over scores prove it. No matter what you've said, the scores. Prove. It. Your flow is just simply not as good as mine. Work on it before ya come back.

And as I sit here, listenin' to this beat
I keep givin' in to the flavor of the week
And this shed I'm livin' in, with nothin' to eat
just be messin' with my head, until I can't speak
And as the roof leaks and fucking mice squeek
I just think of all the people who wish they were me
Standin' by the steeple hoping Jesus speaks to me
And shed some light on destiny, fucking born to be.
And now I'm comin' up like a storm you see,
Blowin' out these trees like they little bumblebees
And as you stand there, mumbling on your knees
Pleading for your life, begging please for mercy,
I throw ya in a hearse 'n speed to cover ya in dirt.
Wipe that smirk off your face before ya get merked,
in some corner street alley way as I fuckin' go bizzerk.
Man listen to me as I take this shit first
'Cus my Smith and Wesson kicks with a burst.
And you know I aint stressin' as I call your name next then,
Cut you through the neck then replenish my blood thirst
just another slaughter in the pig pen dirt.


Comments

I like to rhyme,
all the time,
you're really gay,
and it's not okay.

Sick Burn. Straight Ripped.

Yo, this guy named Devlin E
Thinks that he can fuckin' step to me?!
What the fuck G, I thought we were friends
Let's get the mendin' goin', so lend a helping hand.

I'm really only doing this cuz I don't got a mic at the moment.
I stay potent, stay flowing strong like an ocean.
You couldn't picture how I got brain open.
I fuck up ya posture and leave ya frame broken./
Please Roobie, this shit ain't a movie.
So stop trynna act up so you can try to move me.
I'm like a pimp pirate the way I'm after ya girl's booty.
I'm as hungry as a caterpillar the way I'm eatting up this n***a's looseleaf./
You drown in ink if you ever try to mark me.
Cuz your tattoo needle still ain't on point as my sharpie.
You missing limbs trynna step up to an army.
Cuz my armory and archery put you down in a heartbeat./
And just cuz you from Canada don't put you above me.
You try to take my words because n***as trust me.
I get in ya system like metrics the way I'm pounding you.
And I'm still more cold than you at lower altitudes./

And as I sit here, tryin' to think and link some words
as I spit the best shit, but over the kitchen sink absurd
And my verse could be heard by every single child, every bird
You just sittin' there stupid mild, I think you're deaf for sure
While I'm rising to the top, when you fell off the Doppler observe,
right off the green radar, so damn far from whatever star turd.
And you talkin' like you real clever but when I pull this lever
and hit these fuckin' bars, It's a one way trip to Heaven
as I roll up on your car and blast you outside of 7/11.
You can't step to me, and this gift that I've been given.
And never step to ink because that fuckin' shit's forever.
And I keep somethin' somethin' tucked in my leather,
the kind you use for hunting in the urban kind of weather
So what you say to me may be fucking worded better
But you still a child see, like you need a baby sitter
You're steppin' to a real no quitter as my body shivers,
destroying my own liver, pound back as I deliver this verse to ya
I'll even let you choose, some black hearse or the Hudson river.

come back 2 my page soon , I think you left your career there

Run back to your base n00b, Shit stinks and I don't care
Gun attacks givin' chase, who's it clippin' in the hair
Aint fair but lyrical bullets meet face to face in pairs
Starin' you down fusin' lead lacin' dead with what's said
No mending where this led instead I'll write in this shed
Again and again, wonderin' why so cumbersome
Until blood shed bled your bed sheets red, blasted.

come back to my page, i got a song for ya=D

Not bad man you actually had a few good lines in there. Just gotta work on ya delivery brah. I'll record one for you tonight :D

please hurry sir, I'm itching to actually tear up a track and I can't do that till I feel you actually insulted me=(

Art takes time. Check it out just hit the AP.

um before you start writing dont rap about guns that you dont have, and diss-to insult so just try n follow the definition
b4 you start recording try n get the water out ur brain and stop adding effects to your voice

No effects. It's called back up vocals to begin with. It's a very commonly used technique. So... you're an idiot right there. But oh no there's more, you only assume that there are no guns laying around, statistically Canada's got more guns than America 3 to 1. To just guess I don't have or have access to such thing would be foolish indeed. But I like to keep it in the verses.

As for water in my brain, obviously there's water in my brain you fucking idiot. It's because I'm well hydrated with flows. There's a membrane around your actual brain that protects it from bouncing off your skull. But now I think I sort of get it. The ear infection, trying to tell you "weren't trying" and even apologized for fumbling your own track so bad. Then telling me to drain my head? Kinda sounds like you FORGOT to drain your head when you were rapping/talking there. So fuckin' lame dude. The scores tell the truth. You're all boo's. Goddamn floor boards are smashin' faggot.

ok yo sammity sam, buddy that's still not the way u originaly recorded your voice n that's what I mean by effects, so go suck on a dick. And glad you admit to being retarded

Wow... I should delete this. Yes, it is the original way I recorded my voice you dipshit. I just sound fucking awesome. I record the track, then I record the back up vocals. SIMPLE. Game over man. If you honestly thought I had special effects on my voice without having any, well I guess that's just you admitting I sound awesome. It's over dude. Your tracks fell so far to the ground it makes your London Bridge look fucking stupid. Everyone who matters hates your tracks and the scores are reflective of that.

It's not my fault you just cannot admit your own defeat. But, you're 16 that's how I was back then too so I guess I can understand. Little know it all faggot. Your boat was sunk after the second track I double KO'd you with. Don't even think you can touch the latest because I'm simply not respondin' anymore. Ya look dumb and everyone's laughing. This isn't some shit you just fuck around with. It's permanent. This will go on for years, forever to be heard by Newgrounds people from generations to come, listening to just "fucking around" and rumpling your pages, dropping words and just general bad flow.

Forever and ever, amen.

R.I.P. Broken-Needle 2006-2008

KILT. BRAH.

You just told me you add an effect you fuckin moron... oh yes I lost you won and then you wake up and in the real world your 6 feet under
RIP faggot of NG

BN out

lol... and even if I did use an "effect" that many other greats use for all of their songs, I still went above and beyond the call of duty. More than you put out. Everyone here has made their statements, put their votes in and at the end of the week no matter what you say, I don't even have to say anything anymore because not only are you being ignorant towards me, but everyone else who's already told how it is word for word. You've admitted your own mistakes, made yourself sound like an idiot at the end of your tracks ultimately backfiring trying to make me look stupid.

I know you're just mad here and sour about your defeat. Like a little preschool bitch would be expected to so I'm not mad. I'm just glad I could have this oportunity to rip someone down so bad with my first real internet beat battle. Good for the rep y'know? Just like I said in my first PM to ya. Good for publicity, you listening?

I wake up at 10am 6'4" above ground actually, towering over you ya fuckin' midget teenage drama queen. But... I guess reality is what you make it, so if that's what you gotta deal with in the morning I guess I better understand why you talk like ya got dirt in your mouth. lol deal with it...

Rest In Fucking Pieces
......Broken-Needle.......
~~~~~2006 - 2008~~~~~
K.I.A. Against Rooby.22s

LMFAO son if ur 6'4 then im 1 inch shorter than u.... plus i love how ur talkin about canadians having more guns than US and then ur telling me u were talkin about ur mind when u said smith and weson... GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT YOU WATER IN YA BRAIN HOMO ASS thinks he's blood mental clinic reject