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The first annual rap battle tourney

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I would like to team up with the cool guy known as Ejit so that we can be true spit kings proper

I come with mortal shells, inhale potent hellish gel, important angelic figure distort the relished ails
Revel in devilish tales, reviled by vile paper trails, vinyl still spinnin with final record sells
Resisting sinning tendencies while rippin tendons see, I tend to be spinal flippin and wreckin fails
Flexin retrospective rails, claimin my flame is retrogression checkin bells, I reckon to gain the weapons still
Attain reckless hell, these lames respect it still, game reppin til, my name's steppin is no longer intrepid, which will never happen, squeal
I happen to be still crackin skulls and stabbing dulls while spazzin with elastic pull, fantastic gold
Ecstatic soul control static clones and code them with mathematic poems, back at the tactics of baffling people with spastic gnomes
Classic esoteric, raise magic and grab a conjuring hat while razing villages down with spirit
Thelemic telemetry, your bolemic and elementary, your bars are anemic, should be put in a penitentiary
Bio-chemistry adept at kinetically wreckin pathetic unkempt asymmetry, asinine bastards simply offending me
Pretending to be befriending me before we render thee eulogies, what a fool of me to use my influence to make tools of these

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 00:26:27


Your cock smells like ass.


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First off... let me tell you some things.
Instead of a rap battle your shit sounds like lord of the rings.
angels, and magic? did i read fuckin gnomes?
The show's over people... go back to your homes.
This battles over already ...before its begun.
I want an opponent... not Vanillaiceson.
you're not even a contest, no challenge, no fun.
Rap against me and I will fuckin destroy you.
Mess you up so damn bad, Walmart won't employ you.
You're doomed to lose son, but its not really your fault...
You're not even a member, you're someone's joke alt.


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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 13:02:14


At 5/11/15 11:01 AM, Raab wrote: First off... let me tell you some things.
Instead of a rap battle your shit sounds like lord of the rings.
angels, and magic? did i read fuckin gnomes?
The show's over people... go back to your homes.
This battles over already ...before its begun.
I want an opponent... not Vanillaiceson.
you're not even a contest, no challenge, no fun.
Rap against me and I will fuckin destroy you.
Mess you up so damn bad, Walmart won't employ you.
You're doomed to lose son, but its not really your fault...
You're not even a member, you're someone's joke alt.

Listen, I spit shit so consistent I split atoms into fission, a division of energy erupting with precision
Enemies spleens rupture in the distance along with dreams and other specifics, I team up with my doppleganger to cream you bitches
My vocabulary teems with capillary busting persistence, A panopticon of optical intelligence, you're simply an obstacle with little relevance
Tellin these weak rhymes with meek couplets and sweet bars, Please, this aint dr. seuss get out with those petite claws
Feline rappers get clapped quick, from the street car I blast clips fantastic with asterisks and ash discs, that's killing with musicianship, you ass dick
Something you lack, sick, or I can attack with, macs, flip, smack your bitch and you wont do jack shit, that's how you rap bitch
Coming with guns to dumbfound children who found a pen and think they can spit in their 3rd grade poetry building
Lacking finesse I flourish with success, you malnourished rhyme junkies get flurried and pressed, So don't hurriedly test
Or i'll be burying you next

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 15:46:50


I can't rap for shit...


just call me "Jay", thanks.

ask me questions i guess

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 19:21:07


*Changes the thread name to "The first anal rape battle tourney"*

#RatedMForMature


If Friendship is truly Magic, then I'm little more than a muggle in this regard...

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 20:44:47


At 5/11/15 11:01 AM, Raab wrote: cool rap

You win. OP can go back to copying eminem or whatever it is he does.


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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 21:33:00


At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote: Listen, I spit shit so consistent I split atoms into fission, a division of energy erupting with precision
Enemies spleens rupture in the distance along with dreams and other specifics, I team up with my doppleganger to cream you bitches
My vocabulary teems with capillary busting persistence, A panopticon of optical intelligence, you're simply an obstacle with little relevance
Tellin these weak rhymes with meek couplets and sweet bars, Please, this aint dr. seuss get out with those petite claws
Feline rappers get clapped quick, from the street car I blast clips fantastic with asterisks and ash discs, that's killing with musicianship, you ass dick
Something you lack, sick, or I can attack with, macs, flip, smack your bitch and you wont do jack shit, that's how you rap bitch
Coming with guns to dumbfound children who found a pen and think they can spit in their 3rd grade poetry building
Lacking finesse I flourish with success, you malnourished rhyme junkies get flurried and pressed, So don't hurriedly test
Or i'll be burying you next

I've got a great offer, if you run away proper
I'll gun your face off and *then* send it to a doctor
Vanilla Ice ain't got a son, just underage daughters
So who the fuck are you? Just a butterface lobster
I mean shit, you're getting cooked and served with good dessert
You should exert some push and work so you don't have to butcher verbs and look absurd
I'll wave goodbye to you, Gamma, 'cause I got his atoms smashed up
Shooting 3rd graders like a cosplay Adam Lanza
You're gonna have to man up 'cause right now you show a lack of
Actual talent, you'll have to come back when you patch up your act 'cause your rap sucks
You talk about relevance when all your filler shit's generic
Get up off your swelling ass and go help your mom with errands


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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 22:02:49


Well, this has been stupid.

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 22:11:45


Mom spaghetti mom spaghetti mom spagethhi knees weak momspaghetti


ratchili.com i make stuff

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 22:36:08


Deez nuts talkin bout suckin butts,
Fuckin bitches and scratchin itches while i plow your mom as she's getting stiches


Yea, I farm Anal Penguins. Do something about it.

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-11 22:57:26


Oh look who just lined up to go on and get his ass kicked
Vanillaiceson damn this shit's about to get tragic
Basically the least talented rapper to ever try to spit it
But the the truth is he needs to keep going on and quit it

I admit it, his shit's gotten goddamn pathetic
It's like he took the mothership of rap, took a shit in it then wrecked it
Disrespected the whole game by opening up his stupid mouth
How about you shut the fuck up and then get the fuck out?

It's like you got gout with your weak flow all limping
Uric acid buildup cuz I took the piss out your pimping
It's evident to the extent that you're a simpleton
I'm surprised you don't get a stupid check from the government

I'm loving it, McDonald's fries ass eating NGer
Compared to yours my dick looks so much bigger
You can be my wing man, cuz noone's uglier than you
This flow came from Memphis bitch, now sing the Blues.


This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.

Hate is the first step to all solutions.

You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-12 04:13:07


What a waste of time.
None of you can make a decent rhyme.


Oldskies lmao

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-12 10:02:34


At 5/10/15 11:38 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote: back at the tactics of baffling people with spastic gnomes

you tell em dawg

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-12 10:06:01


RAP RAP RAP *RAPES SOME MORE* REAP RAP RAP RAP *mic drop*


Sig made by Decky

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Okay, I opened up my microwave,
To show you guys I'm really brave.
I walk into a cave, and shaved my whole entire beard off,
but wait! I don't have a beard.
It must've gotten smeared, I feared.
I'm weird, so I just dissapeared.
I saw a bunch of ants.
They made me poop my pants,
because I'm scared of plants,
they always try to kill me while I'm takin' a pee, in the middle of my yard,
I got stung by a bee on my behind; now I'm scarred!
I can't even walk, or talk, or do the stanky leg,
so I just bought egg, and I named it Greg.
I eat like a dinosaur when I'm on the floor,
and I never really snore, when I'm walkin' through the store.
Cause it's rude and I'm not in the mood.
Dude, I look like melon.
Ellen, put me on your show, bro.
Woah! Is that a toe? No
It's a can of tuna, and you are my kahuna.
I like to smell fowers.
They give super powers.
My grandma is the best; she always buys me Crest.
So I went on a quest, to look for Kanye West.
I licked a battery, and then I bought this dog!
I don't like cats. They make me think of rats.
And also baseball bats.
I'm crazy, but not really lazy.
I'm a hazy little dazy when you slap me in the face.

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-14 14:09:31


At 5/11/15 09:33 PM, Kwing wrote:
At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:

I've got a great offer, if you run away proper
I'll gun your face off and *then* send it to a doctor
Vanilla Ice ain't got a son, just underage daughters
So who the fuck are you? Just a butterface lobster
I mean shit, you're getting cooked and served with good dessert
You should exert some push and work so you don't have to butcher verbs and look absurd
I'll wave goodbye to you, Gamma, 'cause I got his atoms smashed up
Shooting 3rd graders like a cosplay Adam Lanza
You're gonna have to man up 'cause right now you show a lack of
Actual talent, you'll have to come back when you patch up your act 'cause your rap sucks
You talk about relevance when all your filler shit's generic
Get up off your swelling ass and go help your mom with errands

Your cadence degrades with each subsequent bar, A sequence of obese riddled rebuttals, sub-par
You'll become obsequious to my terminology, I've formed a cult following like scientology
With revolutionary rhyming that transcends the impending pollution of three letter couplet timing
Your lack of Iq is astonishing, I can do Haikus, attack two dudes, rap about ice cubes, and even do this while pondering
My style is infinite, you're a child, no, an infant's shit, rhyming lack and back, even dr. seuss can bend this bitch
I'm Zeus in the flesh, you're an obtuse angle meeting the angel of death, how dare you criticize my tech
My rep is demonized because I've solidified greatness in my treks, jealousy exemplified in the depths
You dare ostracize me with your callous demeanor, It's ok, society couldn't understand jesus neither
You probably stare at phallus penors with funkbrs in his gay porno theater, that's ok, society couldn't understand john gacy either

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-14 19:01:31


At 5/14/15 02:09 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote: Your cadence degrades with each subsequent bar, A sequence of obese riddled rebuttals, sub-par
You'll become obsequious to my terminology, I've formed a cult following like scientology
With revolutionary rhyming that transcends the impending pollution of three letter couplet timing
Your lack of Iq is astonishing, I can do Haikus, attack two dudes, rap about ice cubes, and even do this while pondering
My style is infinite, you're a child, no, an infant's shit, rhyming lack and back, even dr. seuss can bend this bitch
I'm Zeus in the flesh, you're an obtuse angle meeting the angel of death, how dare you criticize my tech
My rep is demonized because I've solidified greatness in my treks, jealousy exemplified in the depths
You dare ostracize me with your callous demeanor, It's ok, society couldn't understand jesus neither
You probably stare at phallus penors with funkbrs in his gay porno theater, that's ok, society couldn't understand john gacy either

Let's talk about delivery, at least I have cadence
You've never touched a mic, you're typing in your mom's basement
Face it kid, Vanilla Ice is Wonderbread - pale as snow
See, you made a Dr. Seuss reference three days ago
You make it so easy, words longer than your multis
But your ego and your dictionary don't make you a bully
And bitch, your best rebuttal was to say that I rebuttal
Then you came with more generic shit I flipped, so you got pummeled


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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-14 21:01:54


At 5/12/15 04:45 AM, dem0lecule wrote:
Talking about someone with a dick small as a pickle
Learn to rhyme the words ye fucking nipple
Least talented is the guy who rap like a cripple
The fact is we don't need another shithead like @Wriggle
Totally agree, at least he had great ideas
Unlike you, a pile of crap who smells like fresh diarrhea
Speaking of smartness, who here has the brain small as a pea
After you pea brain, get your coat and disappear?
Not as weak as your, pickle dick peabrain's hick
Goddamn it, this hick raps like shitting brick
Pack your bag, clean your vomits and call it sic
Take @MykeiXWolfe too, and go fuck each other with a stick
the way to the pig farm is that way, let's make a swine grunt.
Your pickle dick is sour, dry, tiny and blunt
Running out of insults eh, asexual nun?
But first, let's walk through real music lesson for a cunt.

My dick is pickle sized? Yeah a gigantic Vlasic
I see you admiring my flows: they're classic
I tried to put your lines in some semblance of an order;
But they make as much sense as the remnants of a hoarder

Who the hell has a peacoat sitting in their wardrobe?
I guess you do, you crossdressing homo
Your thoughts go in slo-mo, but I won't call you retarded
Associating you with the autistic would make them broken hearted

You got it started, but I'm gonna get it finished
You confused me for a hick when I'm from the City of Memphis
The City of Rock and Roll, the City of Heart and Soul
It's the place you go to get away from country backroads

Memphis couldn't be less country if it tried
We are the epitome of the word "urbanized"
We purposefully picked out our little city on the hill
As far as fuck away from that hill billy shit in Nashville.


This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.

Hate is the first step to all solutions.

You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 00:30:19


At 5/14/15 07:01 PM, Kwing wrote:
At 5/14/15 02:09 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:

Let's talk about delivery, at least I have cadence
You've never touched a mic, you're typing in your mom's basement
Face it kid, Vanilla Ice is Wonderbread - pale as snow
See, you made a Dr. Seuss reference three days ago
You make it so easy, words longer than your multis
But your ego and your dictionary don't make you a bully
And bitch, your best rebuttal was to say that I rebuttal
Then you came with more generic shit I flipped, so you got pummeled

You claim I'm generic yet you don't understand my metaphors, every thing you shit out has been spit by 2chains, lil wayne and more
You adore simplicity, I Implore you to resemble any complexity near my vicinity, you're adorable with your illiteracy
Even responding to you is a chore, my vocal chords are a symphony of gorgeous tours, through portals of war into mortals of the core
You poor old bore, you took my bait of dr seuss therefore, you are indeed predictable, it's checkmate when you face the God of War
Sun Tzu and Thor, Guns to your door, Your sons to whores, and you're done for sure, don't come to my floor
It's a floor mere mortal can't endure, cenobite type, hope this doesn't sore, if so your knowledge is surely sore
The corridors of your cerebral cortex, just got cornered by zyklon-b swords, I gorge on every important piece of knowledge poured
How dare you roar obscenities when you can't explore the divinity of my decorum, you need a modicum of respect in your approach to boredom
My poems have already been compared to Eminem, one of the greatest wordsmiths of this gen
My zen's equilibrium is equal to none, my pen is a soaring eagle in the sun, beautiful strength morphed into this one
That evokes strong emotions of hope and joy, my tactics so brilliant like the horse of troy, I simply wrote this one for you to enjoy

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 04:30:23


At 5/15/15 12:11 AM, dem0lecule wrote:

Here I was, warming up in front of a jerk
My flows are natural and shine as a perk
Calling his flow as "Classic", what an irk
I'm ready to wipe out a basement nerd

Your flows are lukewarm; tepid at best
A teacup swirls and you see a tempest
I'll take this claim of "warming" as a warning
That your performing may cause death by yawning.


Please, redneck, turn your back and be a fish
Calling me homo, at least I'm not a trash from Memphis
Go back to your mom's kitchen and do some dish
Perhaps you could finally grow the pea brain size of a radish

Fish, dish, radish: you sound hungry
Lord knows you ain't been eating off rap money
Your words are awkward, like a frat boy's come-on
If you didn't come to get down, why don't you just get gone?


Oi vey, we have a chubby Tennessee hog
In a town called Memphis, a muddy bog
Making Easy Money Pimping Hoes In a Slog
I think I've burned 3rd degree for hog's hot dog.

Memphis isn't muddy; it's built on a bluff silly
That's why it's never flooded by the mighty Mississippi
A hub for all commerce; air, rail and port
Not that you're from anywhere to be proud of, of course.


You might think Memphis has something to bark
Zip! Because it has none but a stink trailer park
Where this hick lives, yet brave to take on a shark
Now this shark's gonna leave on his life a fucking giant mark.

A giant fucking mark? That sounds like you
Messing with the master of funk, soul and blues
You're a mark, a sucker, a chump for hitting licks on
You need to get to stepping now; go on and hit the bricks, son


This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.

Hate is the first step to all solutions.

You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 04:32:46


$10 OP won't stay here long enough to host the 2nd annual rap battle.


This post is generated by human intelligence (or lack thereof).

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 09:35:43


Take your computer mics, get some beats from the audio portal, record some tracks and battle on the AP.

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 13:29:22


At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote: Listen, I spit shit so consistent I split atoms into fission, a division of energy erupting with precision
Enemies spleens rupture in the distance along with dreams and other specifics, I team up with my doppleganger to cream you bitches
My vocabulary teems with capillary busting persistence, A panopticon of optical intelligence, you're simply an obstacle with little relevance
Tellin these weak rhymes with meek couplets and sweet bars, Please, this aint dr. seuss get out with those petite claws
Feline rappers get clapped quick, from the street car I blast clips fantastic with asterisks and ash discs, that's killing with musicianship, you ass dick
Something you lack, sick, or I can attack with, macs, flip, smack your bitch and you wont do jack shit, that's how you rap bitch
Coming with guns to dumbfound children who found a pen and think they can spit in their 3rd grade poetry building
Lacking finesse I flourish with success, you malnourished rhyme junkies get flurried and pressed, So don't hurriedly test
Or i'll be burying you next

Maybe it just blew right past you and you don't even know.
I'll be up front and ask you since you're a tiny bit slow.

You've already lost, so why put on a show... are you having trouble just letting it go?

If you still want a piece, I'll give you your portion.
Your raps are so weak, you're not flowin; you're forcin
I'm just gonna smash you - like a cup made of porcelain
You'll wish that your mommadid have that abortion.

You tell me a third grader could rap how I rhyme
Your raps don't make sense... just what pops in your mind

You rhyme third grader with darth vader; I'm not even insulted
I say you're a hater and masturbator, and you just got fuckin assaulted

A third grader can write poetry, you're just spitting crap like a clogged shitter.
Using two words that rhyme doesn't get you a rap, or make you a spitter.
I'm not going to put you on my lap like I'm your fucking babysitter.
...and I don't have time to draw it out on a map for you either...


От каждого по способностям, каждому по потребностям

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 13:52:54


At 5/15/15 01:29 PM, Raab wrote:
At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
Maybe it just blew right past you and you don't even know.
I'll be up front and ask you since you're a tiny bit slow.

You've already lost, so why put on a show... are you having trouble just letting it go?

If you still want a piece, I'll give you your portion.
Your raps are so weak, you're not flowin; you're forcin
I'm just gonna smash you - like a cup made of porcelain
You'll wish that your mommadid have that abortion.

You tell me a third grader could rap how I rhyme
Your raps don't make sense... just what pops in your mind

You rhyme third grader with darth vader; I'm not even insulted
I say you're a hater and masturbator, and you just got fuckin assaulted

A third grader can write poetry, you're just spitting crap like a clogged shitter.
Using two words that rhyme doesn't get you a rap, or make you a spitter.
I'm not going to put you on my lap like I'm your fucking babysitter.
...and I don't have time to draw it out on a map for you either...

Your rhymes are full of bravado without substance
In time you'll find I'm an aficionado without redundance
My lines designed to maraud you without reluctance
My mind so wild, I'm applauded in abundance

Your style's so sweet, look how easy this is to me
I'm vile on the beats, as deep as breezy seas can be

I'm so versatile I make your scheme plausible
You are a third grader, your screams are inaudible

Crying for attention quite simply, I'll ignore your illiterate ass
Dying for my mentions quite shifty, Explore my itinerant craft
It travels in all directions quite nimbly, I implore you to do more than couplet unintelligent raps
I did your style with ascension quite swiftly, Don't bore me with your childish acts


At 5/15/15 01:52 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
At 5/15/15 01:29 PM, Raab wrote:
At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
Maybe it just blew right past you and you don't even know.
I'll be up front and ask you since you're a tiny bit slow.

You've already lost, so why put on a show... are you having trouble just letting it go?

If you still want a piece, I'll give you your portion.
Your raps are so weak, you're not flowin; you're forcin
I'm just gonna smash you - like a cup made of porcelain
You'll wish that your mommadid have that abortion.

You tell me a third grader could rap how I rhyme
Your raps don't make sense... just what pops in your mind

You rhyme third grader with darth vader; I'm not even insulted
I say you're a hater and masturbator, and you just got fuckin assaulted

A third grader can write poetry, you're just spitting crap like a clogged shitter.
Using two words that rhyme doesn't get you a rap, or make you a spitter.
I'm not going to put you on my lap like I'm your fucking babysitter.
...and I don't have time to draw it out on a map for you either...
Your rhymes are full of bravado without substance
In time you'll find I'm an aficionado without redundance
My lines designed to maraud you without reluctance
My mind so wild, I'm applauded in abundance

Your style's so sweet, look how easy this is to me
I'm vile on the beats, as deep as breezy seas can be

I'm so versatile I make your scheme plausible
You are a third grader, your screams are inaudible

Crying for attention quite simply, I'll ignore your illiterate ass
Dying for my mentions quite shifty, Explore my itinerant craft
It travels in all directions quite nimbly, I implore you to do more than couplet unintelligent raps
I did your style with ascension quite swiftly, Don't bore me with your childish acts

Its time to spin your head, make it gyrate and rotate, till you're braindead -- retarded, leave you as a corpse smelling up the room like someone fuckin sharted. a cadaver, whatever....
... I prophecized your demise, you went on with your lies, now you're covered in flies...
the same as all the faggots who think they can end up more than another bag at the morgue.
Maggots and gore, and I'm still fuckin bored.

I'm a cyborg. A mean killing machine sent back to the past to smoke your bitch ass and I'll do it without even burning a quarter tank of gas - - I've got a light saber.... like a certain sith lord that I'll probably name later.... and could use it to eviscerate your ass just like you were paper.

Instead.... Your mom, I'm gonna rape her... till my dick burns through her flesh like its a fucking laser. ...but I won't completely waste her, I'll freeze her cryogenically and save her ass for later. ....and after 9 months we'll have your birth certificate papers.

Vanillaiceson, you;'re like luke and I'm your DarthVader.

Call me VanillaIcedad since I am your father.... unless you're too mad then don't even bother.


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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 17:15:51


At 5/15/15 04:45 PM, Raab wrote:
At 5/15/15 01:52 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:
At 5/15/15 01:29 PM, Raab wrote:
At 5/11/15 01:02 PM, VanillaIceSon wrote:

Its time to spin your head, make it gyrate and rotate, till you're braindead -- retarded, leave you as a corpse smelling up the room like someone fuckin sharted. a cadaver, whatever....
... I prophecized your demise, you went on with your lies, now you're covered in flies...
the same as all the faggots who think they can end up more than another bag at the morgue.
Maggots and gore, and I'm still fuckin bored.

I'm a cyborg. A mean killing machine sent back to the past to smoke your bitch ass and I'll do it without even burning a quarter tank of gas - - I've got a light saber.... like a certain sith lord that I'll probably name later.... and could use it to eviscerate your ass just like you were paper.

Instead.... Your mom, I'm gonna rape her... till my dick burns through her flesh like its a fucking laser. ...but I won't completely waste her, I'll freeze her cryogenically and save her ass for later. ....and after 9 months we'll have your birth certificate papers.

Vanillaiceson, you;'re like luke and I'm your DarthVader.

Call me VanillaIcedad since I am your father.... unless you're too mad then don't even bother.

Was that your attempt at complexity, you fail to grasp the intricacies, impale your ass with indented paragraphs simplistically
Axes dent your mentality, assault with baths of bathsalts individualistically, realistically venting with assault carbines reminiscent of columbine
You're missin all the rhymes, transmission into fixed acceleration, crucifixed affliction with this inflictive mind of mines
Lets rewind, if you find a clip of the current times and shit, you'll be surprised to see Vader resigned, so that line of Vader aligns with your actual lifestyle of you being an old regurgitater,
I'm inclined to believe with these references you've achieved reclined seats in a trailer confined with KFC on your bed sheets
Don't compete with my rhymes, you're simply space balls a parody of the times, It's hilarity, Apparently I erase ya'll like my name called is head, every time I write dead it's a masterpiece inscribed
A true classic, I pass a passive-aggressive fist with acid shit, while describing metaphysical classes bitch

Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-15 19:58:04


At 5/11/15 10:11 PM, Chat-man wrote: Mom spaghetti mom spaghetti mom spagethhi knees weak momspaghetti

This is the point at which the thread was won. I don't know what the rest of you are doing ITT.


At 5/15/15 09:25 AM, dem0lecule wrote:
Don't be so formal; your words were all anal
Your lines sound ultra stupid and abnormal
It's the warning that I spit bombshell and shrapnel
This is the last battle you were gonna make some signal.

Over formal and anal? It's plain I disdain you
Your flow's boring and banal; we ain't equals
You put this ennui on me like a depressing voodoo
So of course I'm not going to be all chummy with you fool.

Fish, first of all, is a clever homo insult
Someone's learning ability has serious difficult
It took less than a Downer to get the result
Are you a Downer? Mr. Funky non adult?

Is an insult really clever if the target's not insulted?
How did you learn all of this insider str8boi jargon?
Not that I would ever judge you for your preference
But I'd have to be a part of the culture to get the reference.

I'm very sure Memphis is made of trailer trashes
Bluffing on lies, shame, pimp and ashes
That's a city with no rise but only crashes
Where I'm from, we're full of cashes.

Lies? Please, you need to check your history
We got the real Cash: his name was Johnny
He played the basement in the church a block from my house
I played there too. Wait didn't you? Ooh, you didn't; ouch

Let's finish this half-way rap with real talk, scum
I can keep this rolling forever and keep you mum
Don't be a sore thumb and back to your Memphis slum
Grow the fuck up, numb your mouth and don't be a bum.

Bums with guitars; that's kind of my heritage
But it's unkind of you to try to come and disparage it
B. B. King is watching, along with Rufus Thomas and Elvis
I will always stick up like sore thumb for my people in Memphis.


This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.

Hate is the first step to all solutions.

You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.

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Response to The first annual rap battle tourney 2015-05-16 04:33:28


At 5/16/15 01:10 AM, dem0lecule wrote:

Ahem - Since you've decided not to back down
It'll be my pleasure to finish a BMI clown
Look like you've run out of clever frown
Let's show this clown who has the king crown!

The King's crown bears down on the heaviest head
"The leader is the number one follower" a wise man said
You need to "Lead, follow, or get out of the way"
Otherwise I'll "carpe jugulum" instead of "seize the day".

Good God, are we still deciding if you're a queer?
A trans hick who takes joy from fucking a deer
Can't make up your mind and you can't clear the fear
Very sure your trans dads gonna buy ya a beer! :)

I know, I know, I'm very very sexy
But that don't mean I'm down for being sexy your way
I'm not gay, but then again if I was it would be okay
But the idea of you getting laid is completely creepy

Flamboyant, yet unpopular dick who spread hoaxes
Wanna talk about success, son? Make some jokes!
Pretty sure you make a living selling cokes
The amount of successes I have could give you strokes.

Ain't no joke or hoax the church's name is now First Congo
It's at the corner of Cooper and Walker out in Memphis, bro.
Johnny Cash's first paying gig was a bake sale in the basement
That's the kind of legendary shit you're being faced with.

But nah, I don't brag about my life in front of a loser
Lamer who spent last dozen verses trying to be a poser
Try again in the next rap and I could be your amuser!
Let's wrap this shit up because I've given you a clouté!

Pose? If I'm posing then I'm the model
An example for the future generations to follow
I try not to be shallow, if I see farther than some did
it's only because I'm standing on the shoulders of giants.


This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.

Hate is the first step to all solutions.

You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.

BBS Signature