A rap battle

ha, tha was 'ight.

*takes mic*

haha homie that was kinda okay
But me and my freind are here to stay
we're the rap kings so you can come out and play
Just don't whine when we beat you; that'd be cliché

You spittin out ryhmes 'bout candy and vines
You say you'll cook our brains, on them you'll dine
Lemme tell you something dog that honor will be mine
I'll eat your brains, and they'll taste fine.

Our raps our raps they will break your bones
Destroy you from the inside with our awesome tone
You and JOLS you are not alone
Many, by us, they have been owned.

You were in preschool, covered in baby drool
We were ryhming timing chiming, rapping like a skilled fool
There was no avoiding it, this was your fate
Getting destroyed by us, listen up mate.

You go around, you act like a nooby
We conquer all, we skilled like Luffy
If you wanna fight; be warned; it'll get rough
If you wanna run; I think that'll be quite enough

So get off now, leave the rapping train
Your presense here, its really a pain
Your "rap", leaves at most a stain
We're in a tent, you complain

You should just get a life go fly a kite!
Don't waste your time here, we skilled tonight!
Leave in shame dog, yeah that's right!
You are no match, for me an dark's might.


Your turn, jols.

Alright, I was busy
Don't fret cause I'm here now
Like always I'll leave you dizzy
With pants all messed and brown

So Speak says to me keep it clean
I tell him I'm no Charlie Sheen
I'm more like that Jerry Seinfeld
My observation is the key
To a really deranged mind meld
That before yourself you now see

In said vein I will now proclaim
The many enemies I've slain
Intents dismantled, it's a start
On my mantle, a trophy hart

This is just the beginning though
To a long campaign with no end
On the floor will lie one more foe
Dark's rhymes I will furiously rend
Knocked out with just a single blow
He just really wants a boyfriend
Kinda disappointing, I know

Dark wants to suck a good emcee
Intents wants to really eat me
They can't that much I guarantee
Swallowing me don't come easy
'Speak and JOLS have won' don't you see
Just look at what's on the marquee
Endarkened, the bell tolls for thee
So go on, start your mercy plea

By the way Intents, you're not black.

So you think your best, way above me?
Better than anything the world can see?
Shall we all refer to you as Beat King P?
P, for PissoffmotherfuckercantyouseeI'mbusy?

What, you think your too good for this forum rap?
Making us wait for hours, like some sort of stupid sap?
What were you doing when you saw our elite rap?
Go to www. lemonparty. com and have a little fap?

Your obbessions with my penis, it fills me with mirth.
Like Gary Oak, muthafucka, you can't ignore my girth.
Unlike your plastic thing, I had my full glory from birth.
And as your mum can attest, its used for all its worth.

Your spewing crap, like Buggy, bout the foes you beat.
You've taken Intents down? He was never off his feet.
Unlike you, we have the right to brag of our great feat.
So sit down, shut up and listen closely to me for a treat.

They call us, The One Piece Rappers,
Stronger than titanium,
our rhymes will blow your cranium,
make you laugh like your on helium,
make you cry cuz ur not awesome.
make you call us gay and then some,
all because your jealous an' dumb.
But you girls shouldnt be glum.
For the time has come
to make you guys numb
with a mere rap hum.

((

Endarkened wrote:

By the way Intents, you're not black.

-Ha, that was 'aight, but lemme lay somethin fresh on ya
-y-Jaden your not black.

Endarkened wrote:

Stronger than titanium,
our rhymes will blow your cranium,

"/


))

Dark, you know the shadow,
The one that enshrouds you?
Always been ya cover?
It was me the whole time
Cause over you I tower
Now you heard the chime
I told you would cower
Or you forget that line?

Fine, let me spell it out
I'm a bad ass GI
And you're a no good kraut
I just crossed the Rhine
And really won this bout
All you can say is nein
Before you go and rout
Wish you had seen the sign
Would have saved you a pout

And despite all these frowns
Me and Speak now have crowns
Facing empty gun clowns
Win with no re-loader?
Dig through your rhyme folder
Can't stop the new order
Could Jones stop his boulder?
Must be high to even try
Save yourselves the cry
Cause after Speak, you'll die

((I saw an awesome movie again, a classic, so Imma rework some of the lyrics in the movie to my words, as a homage.))

I know that your powers of pwnage,
Is as low, as the noobies on the side.
But dumb as your are, pay some homage!
Our rap, will take you for a ride!

I can tell from your stupid rap session,
that your skills are made up of spares.
But we are taking in all confessions,
so you all should start being scared!


((Guess mah movie! 50 points to who gets it right!))

As for now, I recall myself from the rap. Like I said before, I would probably die in the coming battle, so here I am. Dying.
I blame JOLS.
Intents...avenge my death! I know you can wipe the floor with these pussies!
*urk...I is dead*

((ENDARK, NO, WHY. GET BACK UP AND RAP LIKE A TRUE HOMIE G DOG))

((I apologize for the delay. My grandma was a victim of one of those phone credit card scams and I've spend the last 24 hours getting her money back. Shit's lame yo. I'll tastefully omit "like yo rhymes" on the moral high-ground of paying such a genuinely fucked up situation due gravity. I'll be sure not to keep such delays in the future.))

So this is what it is?

I see J0ls rhymes, they make me proud
Like a guy on a box up infront of a crowd
Shoutin' from the bottom a his lungs
Twistin' some tongues,
Just doin' shit for fun,
That's what it's about, a good time
Dropping rhymes man it's just sublime
All fightin' aside, this shit is novel and I'm
Havin' such a good time it feels like a crime

So yo Tents, ya up next, and what to say?
How about just predict what comes next today
Y'll tell us how bad we are
And how you'll go far
And how we're the lamest
And you two are the greatest
Yo that shit's cool'n all
But let's hear something original
From the bottom of your heart son
Take a look at how it's done:

I got no rhythm
I got no words
I just like to have a time, y'know
Just droppin' lines with 'em
That shit you heard?
God knows where I get this flow

Okay, I get it, we're the worst
If we didn't get it the first
Time you told us, why would we
The next damn fourty-three?
So your the best, then show it, don't say it
Any punk-ass sucka could pull that bullshit
When you end this battle, use all ya might
Find a word worth sayin' To end this fight.

((Unspeak, I feel your pain with the credit card scams. When they call us for promotional offers, we speak to them in greek! They never call back!))

((Yeah, they pulled a fast one on her and got her to agree to give out her info by threatening to "repossess her car". My grandma didn't survive German-occupied France during WWII to be scammed by some wankers from New Jersey. Fuckin' douchemongers.))

Endark I dunno why you went and failed me
Not like it matters, I can beat these guys easy
JOLS is kay but speak is a no
He aint got no rythms, he aint got no flow.

I'll take him out, kill him good
Speak'l die first, like he should
I'll rap him to death, let him suffer and die
And when he loses he'll probably cry

After that I'll slice off his head
With a blade of ryhme, he will be dead.
Unspeakable he'll never again sing
He'll be rapped to death; by the rapping king

Next comes JOLS, he'll be owned just as hard
I can beat him quickly, that tub of lard
I'll attack him swift, he wont know what hit him
I'll chop him up good; limb by limb

You'll be crushed with my rapping hammer
Once your dead, you'll be tossed in the slammer.
Darky's death; it'll be avenged
Me myself and I; we will have our revenge.

((Hmmmm, thats done now.
Who judges?))

((Someone, hopefully. Maybe that admin dude of yours.))

((Looking at our raps before the battle and afterward, I think we've all improved during this exercise. At least, I know I have. We're all winners!))

((mmm, sounds like some sort of cheesy ending to a Disney movie, but true, very true.
I improved too. Example; one thing I learned from you guys is using metaphors in my raps; I'll be sure to add those tricks into my arsinal for future rap battles))

((lol, just look at my raps from the first page, and compare it to now. I think I've improved quite a bit))

(Yeah, I'm sorry, 90% of the time I type I have no idea what the fuck I'm saying. Forgive me a sinner of the worst kind and take me at face value. I think.))

((So anyone else wanna fight the epic skill duo?))

((Everyone improved except for me, who actually got worse IMHO. However, I win in the most epic death department. I die while rapping a Disney tune...You can't beat that.))

[[Ohh..Some Rap Shizz...Let's see how I do?]]

One Piece, Like the last Piece of pie. I sit a home eating Twinkies and Watching Scooby-doo, No girl wants to Bob on my Nob cuz they say they don't want a Fat hubby. We gonna Rp till I get that Eepee. My bounty is so high, The founder comes after me. I say I just wanna Nerd out, But sure I'll Cyber-do you. I can Cyber-stalk you and then Imma Really Falk you why don't we just talk this out. Luffy is my Boy His Rubber balls bend any which way, I wonder is Zoro's are as hard as those Katanas

((Yeah sorry if I missed something but what part of that ryhmes))

Question: would Mindless self indulgence's style be anything close to rap?

@ Admin Sama
Heh? Who? What?

nevermind, back to your street poetry

I'm like a Pizza Pie..
I'm spicey, Hot, mah flava neva dies..

Aye! Mah N**GA Admin-sama!
Got mo powa then Barack Obama!

Oh, don't foget mah bro Iggy!
Go mo bread and b*tches then the ol Rappa Bigggggge!

I always represent..
the power...
the time, that is always spent,
RPing in the b*tch like a motha
F**king pro!

All these noobs step up, but these N*gglets don't know.

Who the hell they F**king wit, I'm Mo Fo TBL!
You wanna fk with Leon Lex, then I'll send yo @$$ to Hell!

OOC: Lmao..sorry..this crap was beyond random I never rap..
I just wanted to get in this..