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« Reply #30 on: November 15, 2010, 09:58:08 AM » |
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A copypasta rap-off I've brought to life, but this effectively brought this thread to a defeat. Will someone please slit these guys throats with a knife? Although, my own hands, across a jugular or two would be rather neat.
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My sweet Eleonore, show no fear, for the fearful riders are all ear, and they smell and tastes every tear. But more importantly: They aren't here! Therefore there is no reason to fear. Not until they ride again, my dear.
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« Reply #31 on: November 15, 2010, 10:54:25 AM » |
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Listen foo' you can't talk me down, Your words, they sound like a messed up clown, Like a juggalo fág, that's what you are, You think you're badass, well you aint on par. You aint spitting rhymes, you're dribbling 'em You use the same method when you're swallowin' cum. So why don't you step back, just take a seat Chris Hanson is here, time to rest yo' feet. You try to strike my nerves, but yours, I'll just have to deaden them I'm dancing on my words, and yours, you will have to edit them Fighting with the audio, I guess we'll call you auditor And tell Chris Hansen Glitch is here so he can catch his predator I'm sick of all these b*tches so I guess I'll have to senate them If you don't know what that is, it means that I'm the f*ckin president Report in, deported, stay the f*ck up out my residence And I know it's text but say it loud, feel that f*ckin resonance
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« Reply #32 on: November 15, 2010, 11:13:26 AM » |
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Listen foo' you can't talk me down, Your words, they sound like a messed up clown, Like a juggalo fág, that's what you are, You think you're badass, well you aint on par. You aint spitting rhymes, you're dribbling 'em You use the same method when you're swallowin' cum. So why don't you step back, just take a seat Chris Hanson is here, time to rest yo' feet. You try to strike my nerves, but yours, I'll just have to deaden them I'm dancing on my words, and yours, you will have to edit them Fighting with the audio, I guess we'll call you auditor And tell Chris Hansen Glitch is here so he can catch his predator I'm sick of all these b*tches so I guess I'll have to senate them If you don't know what that is, it means that I'm the f*ckin president Report in, deported, stay the f*ck up out my residence And I know it's text but say it loud, feel that f*ckin resonance Yes, I get it, you can swear a lot, Maybe it's time to give up the pot, Your memory's fried and your look is faded Everything you say just comes out jaded I've been there, done that and bought the t-shirt And all your pedo jokes just make my díck squirt Yeah, that's right, I aint afraid to say it My rhymes are crimes, and yours, they're just shít.
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Hatejacket
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« Reply #33 on: November 15, 2010, 11:32:23 AM » |
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Psh, the miracles I make are delectable Infectable lyrical venom I spit If you don't like me, I don't give a SH*T But respect my F*CKIN testicles Sl*t, you're irrelevant in history That means you don't exist to me Try to step to me, you'll kiss my feet And I hope that makes you pissed at me! This motherf*cker knows a million f*ckin metaphors What the hell you think all them drugs is for? It's like a bulb lit up my head, but then someone broke the filament Smoked it as a methpipe, now I'm dead, don't f*ck with the killer, man!
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Andreas
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« Reply #34 on: November 15, 2010, 11:39:36 AM » |
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You aren't even rhyming anymore. Now what's the purpose of this thread? Stop acting like you want the other as a sleeper. Whining like pregnant doges you put out flamebait. Like trolls you have fed.
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My sweet Eleonore, show no fear, for the fearful riders are all ear, and they smell and tastes every tear. But more importantly: They aren't here! Therefore there is no reason to fear. Not until they ride again, my dear.
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Hatejacket
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« Reply #35 on: November 15, 2010, 11:48:48 AM » |
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You aren't even rhyming anymore. Now what's the purpose of this thread? Stop acting like you want the other as a sleeper. Whining like pregnant doges you put out flamebait. Like trolls you have fed.
Delectable/testicles spit/Sh*t History/me/feet metaphor/for filament/killer, man What do you expect out of a freestyle? It all rhymes anyhow. Near rhymes work in rap/hip-hop. Go back to your poetry, woman
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« Reply #36 on: November 15, 2010, 11:54:44 AM » |
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I think it's clear I win, I got you on tilt, Go back to basics, go back to títty milk But it's okay, don't threat, don't worry I'm in no rush to win, no hurry. You see these rhymes; they just come naturally Been spitting this sh*t since I was about three, See when i was young I was a fan of poetry, It just seemed to come so easily. Whereas you, my friend, seem to be struggling F-ing and blinding, while i'm word juggling. So give it up cracker, just leave the game There's nobody else here for you to blame, For your janky-ass rhymes and your messed up style, Just take your time and groom it, like a pedophile. (Editors note: Yeah at least HJs flows, I didn't even realise yours was meant to rhyme )
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Andreas
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« Reply #37 on: November 15, 2010, 12:16:32 PM » |
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You aren't even rhyming anymore. Now what's the purpose of this thread? Stop acting like you want the other as a sleeper. Whining like pregnant doges you put out flamebait. Like trolls you have fed.
Delectable/testicles spit/Sh*t History/me/feet metaphor/for filament/killer, man What do you expect out of a freestyle? It all rhymes anyhow. Near rhymes work in rap/hip-hop. Go back to your poetry, woman Oh, the pain is unbearable. I've been shot through the heart. Will I ever reach the gods unpleasable? I just wish my latest verse weren't expelled like a fart.
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My sweet Eleonore, show no fear, for the fearful riders are all ear, and they smell and tastes every tear. But more importantly: They aren't here! Therefore there is no reason to fear. Not until they ride again, my dear.
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« Reply #38 on: November 15, 2010, 12:20:07 PM » |
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You aren't even rhyming anymore. Now what's the purpose of this thread? Stop acting like you want the other as a sleeper. Whining like pregnant doges you put out flamebait. Like trolls you have fed.
Delectable/testicles spit/Sh*t History/me/feet metaphor/for filament/killer, man What do you expect out of a freestyle? It all rhymes anyhow. Near rhymes work in rap/hip-hop. Go back to your poetry, woman Oh, the pain is unbearable. I've been shot through the heart. Will I ever reach the gods unpleasable? I just wish my latest verse weren't expelled like a fart. Every other line rhyme, just doesn't quite flow Sounds more like poetry, don't you know? But a rhyme's a rhyme and this i cannot argue So i'll leave it at that and say good luck to you. (HJ just passed 1337 posts!)
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« Reply #39 on: November 15, 2010, 12:25:53 PM » |
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Yes, well amongst all of thee, I want to be only me. Not one in the huge masses, behind digital glasses. The ancient meters apply, and by verses I must pry.
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My sweet Eleonore, show no fear, for the fearful riders are all ear, and they smell and tastes every tear. But more importantly: They aren't here! Therefore there is no reason to fear. Not until they ride again, my dear.
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« Reply #40 on: November 17, 2010, 03:56:39 PM » |
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For all on display, my heart to be gay. My ears hears a play, and listen I may. For what can I say? Oh, silverly fay.
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My sweet Eleonore, show no fear, for the fearful riders are all ear, and they smell and tastes every tear. But more importantly: They aren't here! Therefore there is no reason to fear. Not until they ride again, my dear.
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« Reply #41 on: November 17, 2010, 04:32:59 PM » |
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Listen fool, your rhymes are whack, Just give it up now, you'll never be black, Retire, you're dire, and give up the crack Before i spray you down with my Glock or my Mac
Too easy, cheesy
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« Reply #42 on: July 31, 2012, 11:38:39 PM » |
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my flow is undeniable, my lyrics are twistid ya'll try to get me but keep on missin i'mma show you how to flow like logistics and i'mma spit a rhyme. don't miss it try to catch a rhyme with no beat i'll leave you dead in the street i'll show you the lyrics that aren't written down and show you how you just got dissed by a clown
juggalos join me in shangrula
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