The fuck is that shit, iambic pentameter?
I don't give a fuck it came from a trash compactor.
[editline]18th October 2011[/editline]
That was awful lol
Actually came from my asshole
[QUOTE=BENJA5;32853849]I told you once, and it appears that you didn't listen
But I must inform you: I am the tiger, you are the kitten
If you're lucky, this time you will wisen up and flee
Before you are found sinking into the depths of the sea.[/QUOTE]
Your rap tactics are very bad, making your shit look drastic.
Driven by your frantic antics, sitting back blazing chronic.
Raps written by you are soft, mine are epic like music.
I didn't want to do this dude but I'm sick of this.
You live in a world of bliss.
Listen to my shit, princess.
Get better with this, I'm pissed.
Like grade school, you're dismissed.
[QUOTE=GoldenGnome;32853840]His avatar is a hoff
His stings a lil too soft
Maybe he gotta hop off
His forum name is benja
Need a doctor to mend'jya
Dumb shit up in this thread
Gonna make y'all posers dead
Takin on the world just to break bread.[/QUOTE]
Another new post, and another fake MC
Am I the only one here with some real expertise?
Touch me again, you'll be six feet in the soil
After you drown in a bucket of motor oil
Look at these fools, verbally messin',
so far your actions have called your morality into question,
want amnesty? Ok - but first I have to cave your chest in,
consider a formality, also one area im best in,
at least 7 countries consider it a form of brutality, my love,
so go ahead, mess, shove....
Cause if push came to shove the probability is they'd likely get rid of me,
and if shove came to metal i'd catch one between my teeth,
it may cost me some dental and maybe my speech
but it'd sure prove im mental - turn my enemies to psychologically dead meat.
[QUOTE=BENJA5;32853959]Another new post, and another fake MC
Am I the only one here with some real expertise?
Touch me again, you'll be six feet in the soil
After you drown in a bucket of motor oil[/QUOTE]
Bro dude not cool
He was complimenting ya, foo'
Quick snip that shit
Or you'll look like a tool
[QUOTE=TaoAmano;32853921]Your rap tactics are very bad, making your shit look drastic.
Driven by your frantic antics, sitting back blazing chronic.
Raps written by you are soft, mine are epic like music.
I didn't want to do this dude but I'm sick of this.
You live in a world of bliss.
Listen to my shit, princess.
Get better with this, I'm pissed.
Like grade school, you're dismissed.[/QUOTE]
Listen
I've been spitting fire since I came out the womb
My innate domination makes all my haters fume
I don't even know why I reply to your poor writing
Cause your lack of skill makes this shit unexciting
You're stunting in this game, my raps are quite phenomenal
Dare to disagree, you get socked in the abdominal
[QUOTE=BENJA5;32854023]Listen
I've been spitting fire since I came out the womb
My innate domination makes all my haters fume
I don't even know why I reply to your poor writing
Cause your lack of skill makes this shit unexciting
You're stunting in this game, my raps are quite phenomenal
Dare to disagree, you get socked in the abdominal[/QUOTE]
Phenomenal? I'd say your lyrics are like a snowman; of the variety abominable,
Like you laid it down on the floor - Its fucking stompable,
Psyche! I already kicked it out the door, and over the top,
Unstoppable, clip clop clip clop, like a knight in shining armour,
I look for a glorious fight to make me calmer, my lyrics are kickin',
You best believe the rumors that I'm clit-lickin', this your girlfriend?
High-velocity slicknasty, I already stuck my dick in,
Low-viscosity Elastoplasty, get some, your face is sickenin'.
Rappers's shitty rhyme's got nothing on my books,
he probably doesn't even know how Das Kapital looks.
The kid's got nothing, short and fat like a muffin,
While he's sitting there crying I'll fill his mum with my stuffin'
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
-- Sylvia Plath, THE BADDEST OF THEM ALL
A haiku for you,
write your own lyrics, damn jew,
Don't copy some kraut.
You push problems away like your repressed memories
It's a wonder how humanity has lived out many centuries
Lemme say that one day you'll see your errors and flaws
But that's when I'm the king, and you'll obey my laws
Party Hats, some advice, get out of this thread
This place is only for the purest of thoroughbreds
You can't speak my language, better get a thesaurus
I'm about to stomp on you just like a tyrannosaurus
I wreck this shit like a bomb that's in a shopping mall
And you are the Dan Quayle and I am the Saint Paul
(Referring to Rapper's Box rating)
Rapper said dumb but now he's in pain,
I'm gonna teach him the Communist's sayin',
Let the red flow through your brains,
like the Manifesto trapped in my veins,
if Lenin and Marx taught me one thing, it's evolution,
it's establishment, propaganda, that's a revolution,
tear down the god damn capitalist walls, there's the resolution.
The People Know what they need, they know how to lead,
makin' differences in Petersberg and Wall Street.
[editline]18th October 2011[/editline]
Oh Benja5 please, I'm out of your league,
come back to me when you got some real shit to speak,
tell me when you've learned the truth about the world and how it ain't fair,
To Kill A Mockingbird, a story I'd share,
You think you're good at rap? You do it badly,
lonely as Boo Radley,
sadly you're probably yellin' and screamin' all madly.
Everybody in here getting depressed.
I came in spitting, my rhymes progressed.
Digest what I'm shitting then come back impressed.
Like a assassin sneaking in with a handgun, suppressed.
This shits whack and somewhat messed.
Shooting like a professor, trangressed.
Let me suggest that you be put to rest.
I request that you quit until you have progressed or became dead in your conquest.
(Just to level my rhyming out. I'm trying to get more experienced. Not directed at anyone.)
Listen I hate rap, I'm more into rock,
but even I know that crap is a load of cock,
learn to rhyme please, and then come back to me,
but until then, adieu, consider yourself blocked.
No Party Hats needs to learn to rap.
He should pick the slack, for he is whack.
Needs to stop before he walks into a deathtrap
Let's recap, you do not have the skill you lack.
If I hear one more MC thinkin he's in the rap scene
I'll turn my scrotum to a trampoline, only to be obscene
But right before I run you over with my lorry
Let me sit down, and I'll tell YOU a story:
Once upon a time, I moved out to San-Fran
I found this girl I liked, her name was Ann
Then I learned she was in the Ku Klux Klan!
What'd I do? Drowned her in the Sea of Japan
The moral of the story? I can't be too sure;
But one thing's for sure, I'm the king, de jure
I'm the greatest thing that's coming out of Gen Z
I'm telling you it's true, cause no one can step up to me
It's getting kind of late, I just heard the clock chime
So let me finish up, cause I'm running out of time
Next time I see you, you better be on your knees
And I'm out, like the blood out of your arteries
Lacking the fucking skill I don't have? Redundancy.
The fact you're just some fucking kid with no skill, why don't you see,
your logic here is made of total fallacies.
[editline]19th October 2011[/editline]
Oh fuck you Benja, or should I say BenGAY?
You had to drown poor Annie just to get laid.
What was her full name, fuckin' Anne Frank?
Even then that dead bitch don't take to small planks.
you all need to stop rapping
'cause I don't hear anyone clapping
excuse me, I gotta go get some rest
but before I go, I'll tell you that neither of you are the best
wow that was SHIT
[QUOTE=No Party Hats;32854525]Lacking the fucking skill I don't have? Redundancy.
The fact you're just some fucking kid with no skill, why don't you see,
your logic here is made of total fallacies.
I don't know what that shit is dude, I'm going to mars.
Rap format is four, eight, or sixteen bars.
Can't ya just hang back while I inject you with some tar?
Massive scars on my guitar, smearing my blood after our spar.
Here's another short poem for you,
Roses are red, Violets are Blue,
The skill you're all lacking,
is funny to abuse.
That's right, that shit right there's pristine,
learn to lean of your superior's success,
you'll still find me down in your girlfriend, no dress.
[QUOTE=No Party Hats;32854525]Lacking the fucking skill I don't have? Redundancy.
The fact you're just some fucking kid with no skill, why don't you see,
your logic here is made of total fallacies.
[editline]19th October 2011[/editline]
Oh fuck you Benja, or should I say BenGAY?
You had to drown poor Annie just to get laid.
What was her full name, fuckin' Anne Frank?
Even then that dead bitch don't take to small planks.[/QUOTE]
I must say that this time I'm unimpressed
Perhaps you should consider an intelligence test
Seriously, for real this time, I'm going to go and disband
But it seems while you stayed inside the lines, I fought to draw freehand
[QUOTE=silentjubjub;32854563]you all need to stop rapping
'cause I don't hear anyone clapping
excuse me, I gotta go get some rest
but before I go, I'll tell you that neither of you are the best
wow that was SHIT[/QUOTE]
The best be putting you to the true test.
You stepped in to this contest, no regrets
Like a unwelcome guest, getting compressed.
I didn't want to have lay you to rest.
You left me no option to put you in this coffin.
Beckon this will not be the only time that I come through wrecking.
Leaving your family in the church broken, sneak out back... arson
Left the building in shambles, it be blazing like me in my suburban swerving.
[QUOTE=TaoAmano;32854569][QUOTE=No Party Hats;32854525]Lacking the fucking skill I don't have? Redundancy.
The fact you're just some fucking kid with no skill, why don't you see,
your logic here is made of total fallacies.
I don't know what that shit is dude, I'm going to mars.
Rap format is four, eight, or sixteen bars.
Can't ya just hang back while I inject you with some tar?
Massive scars on my guitar, smearing my blood after our spar.[/QUOTE]
Shit man scheme? All I need is a theme,
your bars and lines are chains, I've got the keys,
if you've got an issue, talk to the boss,
but the threats you make just leave you at a loss.
[editline]19th October 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=BENJA5;32854596]I must say that this time I'm unimpressed
Perhaps you should consider an intelligence test
Seriously, for real this time, I'm going to go and disband
But it seems while you stayed inside the lines, I fought to draw freehand[/QUOTE]
Freehand? Disband? Dude I own this whole land.
200 USD Grand, while you're thriving off the sand,
I'll tell you what, you've had a big hand,
in bringing me to the rap battle stand.
[QUOTE=No Party Hats;32854604][QUOTE=TaoAmano;32854569]
Shit man scheme? All I need is a theme,
your bars and lines are chains, I've got the keys,
if you've got an issue, talk to the boss,
but the threats you make just leave you at a loss.[/QUOTE]
I don't know what this shit is whiz.
LSD I be tripping feeling like this is a quiz
Come back my hair in a friz.
Complain about people posting bad shit in rap threads, fizzed.
Oh damn you be tripping balls right?
Well that makes it easier to show off my might.
Turn off the lights, it's your bedtime son,
don't forget your bag lunch and Capri-Sun.
First time doing anything like this plz go easy on me =-(
[QUOTE=TaoAmano;32854628]
I don't know what this shit is whiz.
LSD I be tripping feeling like this is a quiz
Come back my hair in a friz.
Complain about people posting bad shit in rap threads, fizzed.[/QUOTE]
Would you please go and take a seat
It's quite obvious that you just can't compete.
Your rhymes are weak, they really are sad
I had to post because they're so bad.
Shit Party hats, I wonder if you wear a helmet.
Your stupidity makes me somewhat vomit, chocolate.
Parents restricting you with limits, diet.
Mother wanting you to always call up her digits.
To bad I'm burning you like a cross.
I'm a boss, your raps are at a total loss.
This matchup myswell been a toss.
Eric Badau, got the sauce?
Fuck man, Compete and Seat, Sad and Bad,
around here we fucking kill your kinda lad,
now go home and cry to your little dad,
make him question why you were ever had.
[editline]19th October 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=TaoAmano;32854680]Shit Party hats, I wonder if you wear a helmet.
Your stupidity makes me somewhat vomit, chocolate.
Parents restricting you with limits, diet.
Mother wanting you to always call up her digits.
To bad I'm burning you like a cross.
I'm a boss, your raps are at a total loss.
This matchup myswell been a toss.
Eric Badau, got the sauce?[/QUOTE]
Shit, Diet kid? You must be a lagga,
I don't need sugar use crushed up Viagra,
makin' up words or cuttin' them up,
just a part of the plan to mop you up.
[QUOTE=Shadaez;32854670]First time doing anything like this plz go easy on me =-(
Would you please go and take a seat
It's quite obvious that you just can't compete.
Your rhymes are weak, they really are sad
I had to post because they're so bad.[/QUOTE]
Ask me to go easy then you diss me, nope.
You've entered a slippery slope, time to blaze some dope.
If I didn't burn ganja, I'd be aiming my rifle scope.
Like your parents and the pope, I've lost all hope.
Haha, who even does dope?
Sober since october, that shit's no tight rope.
The shit I do is shit you couldn't cope,
you know, kids shit, like 12 inches of Coke.
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