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It all started out will guilmonx,
When he was wearing swimmin' trunks,
And in the middle of nowhere,
He lost all of his menswear,
Then suddenly,
He turned really nerdy,
Guilmonx ate some shit,
So he grew a tit,
In the end he fucked a cow,
And this thread is alive, somehow.

Like it? Rate it out of 10 plz.

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a 7/10 pretty good, can ya rate mine?

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Spin that shit!

Yeah baby im da real gangsta
believe it or not, from this place im the masta
Im da guy in da hood
Who makes da hoot hoot,
If you dont get da kick,
Go suck big dick.

Im the player, vato
El chingon del barrio
The one who puts your ass
really deep in the grass

You tell me, loser
Im not a fucking poser
Im just da king of kings
Who makes the money go chin chin's.

*drops mic*

yeah baby

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At 1/6/07 01:54 AM, BigLundi wrote: You DO know that none of this is really rap right? If you're going to have a rap battle, do it on a private forum with microphones, where it actually counts...otherwise these are just really bad poems.

Yo, you just pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick. You ain't even think of spittin' shit like this.

White speak: You suck at life, go jump of a cliff.

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At 1/15/07 07:56 PM, CopperChaos wrote: Spin that shit!

Yeah baby im da real gangsta
believe it or not, from this place im the masta
Im da guy in da hood
Who makes da hoot hoot,
If you dont get da kick,
Go suck big dick.

Im the player, vato
El chingon del barrio
The one who puts your ass
really deep in the grass

You tell me, loser
Im not a fucking poser
Im just da king of kings
Who makes the money go chin chin's.

*drops mic*

yeah baby

*picks mic up*

wtf you do that for ya whiny little b*tch?
Ya know it's people that makes my head itch.
Acting all black, yet can't take a smack,
from da hoe you just met at Abercrombie and Fitch.

Droppin' da Mike like your hands on fire
Or maybe you just knew time had expired
Cuz you won't take a crack, you won't take it back,
wannabe gansta', and a full blown liar.

Shout out a curse,
cuz I took your purse,
yo lipstick, yo money, yo credit card
what a women I've found,
me The Bard,
I'm the whole nine yards,
and all the more man.
all the more.

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Nice :)

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I used to be a computer geek

oh ya, I'm busted

women just wanted me as a friend

'cause they thought I could be trusted

My vibe was always clean cut

and well-adjusted

no bad boy like Colin or Brad

over whom the women lusted

But little did they know

what lurked deep inside my brain

A Tazmanian devil with rhymes

that were off the chain

I was always the newbie

last on the list

girls ignored me in chatrooms

like I didn't exist

Babes used put me on hold

more than tech support

all of my interface attempts

they did try to thwart

I felt sad and depressed

a perpetual outsider

my style as outdated

as a dialup provider

So I decided to change

go for a better life

get a shot at someday maybe

landing me a wife

Now I'm a player

a big daddy mac

no more cruising for chicks

at Radio Shack

Chorus

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I got game

musical fame

everybody in cyberspace

knows my name

With my lyrics

other rappers, I kill or mame

got mad verbal skills

that put 'em all to shame

I'll light your fire

like a Bunsen burner flame

My cd's get released

to wide critical acclaim

All you haters, better watch out

at you I take aim

run for cover, mother fucker

cause I got game

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Just like spyware on your computer

in business dealings I am stealthy

From ads on my websites

the income has made me wealthy

Surfers stare in awe

at my programming ability

my coding has more power

than your local utility

I'll give your life new meaning

like how a verb gets conjugated

make you smile like a rapper

who's teeth just got gold plated

My network flow is at full capacity

people stare in wonder at my audacity

Sure success has changed me

with money comes hoe's

take 'em out shopping for bling

and then fancy designer clothes

Let's kick it retro

like back in the days of DOS

now it's time for me to add

my special lyrical sauce

Chorus

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I got game

musical fame

everybody in cyberspace

knows my name

With my lyrics

other rappers, I kill or mame

got mad verbal skills

that put 'em all to shame

I'll light your fire

like a Bunsen burner flame

My cd's get released

to wide critical acclaim

All you haters, better watch out

at you I take aim

run for cover, mother fucker

cause I got game

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yo yo yo my name is not joe and it isn't moe

yo yo yo