Topic: The Pkmn.net Rap Battle

[OranBerrySandvich]

Basically, all you you have to do is "spit some phat rhymes" to and/or about the person below. I know you all may be dissapointed, but no swearing, or otherwise prohibited language.

You have until the beat stops. Begin!

[Spriter]

My...Pikachu is better than you
Don't bother cuz it eats like poo
Sawsbuck sucks the sap
coz you ain'ta better rap.

[Matty Cahill]

I remember when we did this on IRC (y)

Also, how do we know this is a rap battle? We can take ages to plan our rhymes rather than just straight up spitting/freestyling so it's not really best to do on the forums

NO MATTER

I'm so hood I find Pokémon to be good
I'm going harder than a crip and a blood
You're trying to outrap me? Never
I'm the star and I'll shine forever

[OranBerrySandvich]

It's a thing called imagination, brah.

I'm done with my wimpy little haikus,
Now I'm here to lay the verbal smackdown on you!
I'm a sandwich, meat and white bread not wholegrain,
But my rhymes only got a single thing-unrelenting pain.

[Matty Cahill]

You may be the sandwich but you're not what The Rock is cooking
I can't smell you, hear you or see you and I've been looking
You're nowhere near my league, find your own competition
Now give me what I deserve; critical recognition

[OranBerrySandvich]

Recognition? Why should I give you that?
You got less talent than my little sister's hat.
Step down you poser, I'm the real deal here.
I'll take you down, do I make myself clear?

[Shaymin]

Sorry boys about burstin' in like this
But I'm afraid I ain't one to take a diss
I would think I'm the best rapper round here
You can't say anything, oh you little dear.

[helenoftroy]

Now I 'aint blamin' shaymin, talks like a cayman
What's it wid you guys, already stashed the prize
So say your goodbye, yo heavy weapons guy
Of Lilliput fame and insect brain drain
You make my skin shudder, finished wid you mudder

[OranBerrySandvich]

I ain't the Heavy Weapons Guy for using pistol,
My minigun'll chew you up from Sydney to Bristol.
My sandvich fuels me when I kill little babies,
So stop running around like you're down with rabies.
My fists are made of steel, I'll knock you right out.
So crawl back to your hole, or I'll give you a clout.

[helenoftroy]

What wid yo fake'in, yo tongue always snake'in
Already seen off some Joe, and that heavy weapons ho
Got solution to any pollution of yo rampaging Lilliputian
No fists like steel, yo spine like an eel
Makin' no deal, bring you to heel
First send you a warning, for making me yawning
Make no mistake, wont miss a stitch
Find you in town, make you my.....
 

[OranBerrySandvich]

Come say that to my face, you impertinent little cow.
You heard what I called you, how'd you like me now?
The authorities are watching ya, they got good reason to,
'Cause all your posts are just a load of doggy doo.
You may be mocking me day and night,
But say it to my face when you're kicked off the site.

[sylar]

now chill it out and tone it down
lookin for a smile and i'm seein a frown
it's cool that you're intimidated
of what you have initiated
son if you wanna back out then sit the mic down
you're gonna start a fire, one that ain't sick
one that gets big, the flames get ridic-
ulously trifling, in fact tough to look at
which is to say they're all far from phat
you think you're rapping, spittin it brutal
thought your words are thin; attempts, futile

i'll show you how it's done, show you what's nasty
little miss mixed up, you got your ass kicked by a tranny

WHAT UP

[Kona]

YO!
I'm so rappy,
You'd know that,
I'm quite happy,
Bruv,
Sup,
In da hood,
I'm gonna hit you,
Into mud,
YO!

[Skarmory8]

Yeah, that's right, I'm unearthing a forgotten game
You tried to end it, but I doubt you have a claim
Cos if it's all the same- I'd rather place the blame-and the shame
On someone who ended a great chain.

[~ Robzei ~]

Dont Deny It Man, Your A Simple Fool
You Know No One Can Do It, When I Do It, How I Do
You Can Shout Your Critisism, Give Me A Dozen Boo's
But You Know Im Superior, To Little Envious You

You Tell All Your Mates Sick Lies About Me
And Its Getting On My Nerves, To A Certain Degree
But Spread All Your Whispers, Try And Make Them See
I Just Knowing Staying Grounded And Being Myself Is Key

When Your done with All Your Dreams, Fortune And Fame
And bored of playing your sick, manipulative mind game
People Will Turn Against You, Disrespecting Your Name
And From Then On, Im Happy, Because Nothing For You Will ever Be The Same.

Ballamory!