Topic: The Pkmn.net Rap Battle

[quack98]

Nein, nein, nein!
Ya think you shine!
You fall out of beat,
And sound caprine!

Your delusion, your fantasy
All your raps, they put is in agony,
You think your raps are neat,
But we all know they're Blasphemy!

[SirBlaziken]

You think that you're all great
just because the number of lines you wrote was eight.
Want to know why I don't like your pory-z?
Because I have one that is shiny.

But, no single hyper beam pory-z
will be better than me.
You may speak the language of the soviet
but you, like SI2000, also can't get the hint with a catcher's mit

You rap and you think you're bad,
and you try to make me mad,
but your results are frankly just sad.

We may both be a kind of bird
but haven't you heard the word?
You suck,
and here, all you'll get is tough luck.
But me, with my hi jump kick
can destroy anyone I pick

so Robin, face it,
as you try to rap you are digging yourself a pit.
You will never beat me,
so just go make your self a cup of tea.
Also, shut your mouth.
And while you're at it, why don't you just go fly south.

Word.

[quack98]

The rhymes your weavin',
They're leaving us grievin'
And the lines you're acheivin'
They really ain't that even.

With Blaziken, you find yourself allied,
But frankly we prefer him Kentucky fried,
Although I may have already implied,
Your raps are reason enough for suicide.

You say we're both a kind of bird,
But saying you're superior is absurd,
You're a flightless bird, not preferred,
Robin beats a chicken, so as you put it; word.

[SirBlaziken]

huh, not bad
but that's still just sad,
that you are only doing that
but my raps are where it's at.

Your pory-z may have hyper beam
but it's still no better than a nyan cat meme
to it I just say hi jump kick
and it turns so green it looks sick

so, once again face it
a lot deeper you have made your pit,
so leave the rappin' to me you brit.

[quack98]

You're still stuck in rhyming couplets
To my tree; you're just a branchlet
To my chandelure; you're but a Lampent
Line by line, I'll butcher your words to a fillet

You can rhyme; but ya got no metaphors,
My words will hit you as great meteors
As great as the ones that wiped out dinosaurs,
To you're words, I am a great matador

[SirBlaziken]

I may be stuck with rhyming couplets
but what stinks it your rhyming quadruplets
Just so you know
I can shoot accurately with an arrow and bow

Also, I'm the one that told Kay
that she should go away
if you went swimming in a bay
you would be stuck that way

Now, I'll let you off easy and end it now
so now, I'll take a bow

[quack98]

Your happy you can shoot an arrow;
But I'm here to turn that to sorrow;
You see, I too can yield a bow;
And likely with more skill than yo!

You may say that I cannot swim;
However this makes you seem rathe dim;
You liken yourself to Blaziken on a whim;
But fire in water ends rather grim.

[SirBlaziken]

Hey, Draghost is here
so would you lend an ear.
He would smash you gravel
so much faster than you could travel



a mile

[Hitmonchu]

you and your angel wings
and your dumb tourney thing
you think you can rap
but you can barely sing.
Draghost is here
Lets take a peer
at your history near
The apocalypse, dear.
It says that you reek
Got banned for a week
Farfetch'd hit you with a leek
Let us take another peek.
You tricked me with your tournament
And now I think I made a dent
In the clutter caused by your dumb posts
Out of all, you stink the most.
Watch out, here comes a Modmin
You'll want me to save your skin
Well, I'll have to stick you in
A dunce cap made of tin.

[Meowstic Royalty]

Hitmonchu, did you get the memo?
Nice guys finish last.
You won't be doing no High Jump Kicks
When I put your leg in a cast.
Youre just mad
That you aren't on the top
Of the billboard chart
Now I'll hang you from the top
Of the billboard in parts.
I'm the fifth gen starter's leader,
Soldier, barbecue avoider
With this epic beard of fire
You're lamer than
Justin Beiber
You make me sick
With your High Jump Kicks
Best go to the hospital
Youre gonna need stitches.

[SirBlaziken]

Hey, when they see you Emboar
all they get is a bunch of bore
but when they see me, he crowd wants more.

You may thrust arms,
but I easily but jump hi and kick,

You may be a giant flaming pig,
but all I see is bacon,
speaking of bacon, your flaming ass won't be making any.

[Meowstic Royalty]

You're a clock without a tick
That's right, you're all talk.
You're a pushover,
In the park, this'll be a walk.
I’ll go forever, and keep rhymes comin all day,
Am I gonna stop soon? Son you better pray.
Cause I’ll ruin your reputation and I’ll mess with you’re head.
I’ll embarrass you so bad that you’ll wish you were dead.
Losin to him,  then me, and now me again.
You getting your butt kicked is becoming a trend.
I got enough rhymes to go on for years,
But if I don’t stop now, you’re gonna be in tears.
I beat you again, but I don’t think you learned,
When you fight with me, then you’re gonna get burned

[SirBlaziken]

Hey, Emboar, oh look, you can rhyme,
but you're no more popular than a mime.
But I arrive to save the crowd from boredom just in time.

You are a boar,
and also a bore,
but with me, everyone wants more

you're just a copy of a legend, yeah me,
so, just open your eyes and see,
you ain't got what it takes to beat me.

So, I'll save you the embarrassment and end it now,
but what this rap, my hi jump kick went POW!

[Hitmonchu]

@Emboar
Stealin' my sprites without my permission
You're using the wrong bait if you're try'na go fishin'
You're a ugly frekin' pig with a blue beard
I beat you with a twig, drank some root beer
I beat you to this forum, you are new here
And I laugh at you. Respect? Ha! It's called fear.
Your animated avvy
It really isn't savvy
I'll hook you with my Dark Claw
Dammit, you're an outlaw.
Your beard made of fire, you stinky little liar
I should fight you in a battle
And PWN you with a Quagsire.
Now Im almost finished with this little talk
And by the time I'm done, you better take a walk
Go on. Shoo. Get the hell out of here
And maybe I won't shank you with my awesome little spear.

 

[Meowstic Royalty]

I'll deliver you from evil
And lead you into temptation
I messed with your head
Here's the cure: Decapitation
Cos what doesn't kill me
Better run the hell away
Who are you again?
I kicked ass and don't have time to take names.
You think I lost?
Here's the twist,
I'm the final boss
Say goodbye, you've reached your peak
And now its your time to die.
You're working for me now
And we're having some layoffs.
So I'll set your limbs ablaze,
Cos I'm the boss
Could someone please pass
The Hollandaise sauce?
Cos well be having calamari
For days, y'all.