The Hacker Project - a free online game

The forum is looking bleak so i thought id start a new game to get people posting a bit or something.
Basically rhyme a word with the word before it eg.

Nice
Spice
Rice
Flies
Disguise
Wise
Guys
Prise

You get the picture?
Man i've bored myself with this game already  :21:

Silver Flow

slow

Hoe  :12:

sow

Pinocchio

Romeo

Bashō

Incommunicado

False-bravado

bravado

libido

Potato  :12:

Tomato

Presto-Chango!

Tomato....was that toe-may-to, or toe-mah-to?

Presto

I say toe-may-to because it was po-tay-to.

Chest o' (drawers)

investor

Digestor

inventor

I guess we ignore the fact that investor does not rhyme with chest o'.

boar


we are going by sounds like

shhhhh


snore

smore

Realtor

Elenore

Eleonore, oh Eleonore.
Why don't you sleep some more. Yes, some more.
I guess I have to teach you some lore,
about the ancient furious four.
For they bring doom, dear Eleonore,
to this world that is not anymore.

... did i set that off?

gore

More, more, more  :bodyguard:

I wrote another verse but unfortunately it doesn't rhyme with horror.

Settle the score, alpha wants more
and more and more, but I deplore
He likes boys, he calls them toys
He is a wh*re, and yes I swore
I'm no rapper but i got rapport
With the roar of my four-four
Spits it's sh*t, smell that noise?
Pours your blood upon the floor

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.

 :19:

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.

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.

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!

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

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.  :laugh:



(Editors note: Yeah at least HJs flows, I didn't even realise yours was meant to rhyme  :13: )

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!)

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.

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.

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

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