Topic: The Pkmn.net Rap Battle

[hermesguy]

I'm not here for the war,
Not here for the flames,
You guys are such bores,
This is meant to be a game.

'xactly! That just the point I'm trying to make!
If you guys just keep telling each other to jump in a lake,
I'm leaving. I can't take no more brutality,
Consider me just another rap battle fatality!

*leaves topic*

 

Peace, bros.

[Utack and Swampy]

Yo Swamp, let's spin us some beats!

Hey look man, here's what we gotta say,
I thought that 'Rap Battle' was all about play!
Spinning words here, throwing rhymes there
Not challenging members and pulling people hair!
That's why I stopped, after a single rap,
Being mean, man... That ain't Utack!
But if we're back to being silly with our funky rhymes,
Then listen up dogs, I got one this time!

~~~

Workin all day, and playin all night
Messing with Swampy, everything feels right
When suddenly we saw, to our great despair
Inside Utack's drawer, no clean underwear!
So down we went, Swamp and Me,
Way down town, to do some laundry!
With the soap and the quarters, everything set
When Swampy blurted out 'You man, I got a bet!'

'I bet you could clean your johns real quick,
If you throw in twice the soap, make it nice and slick!
And turn up the juice on that old machine
Then we'll be done all the sooner, you know what I mean!?'
So Utack grinned, and did just that,
followed Swampy's instructions right off the bat!
But something went wrong, and wouldn't you know,
The darn washer exploded, and boy did it blow!
Blow Johns and Jens, and even some Jeans!
All over the place, and nothing got clean
Poor Utack and Swampy, what could they do,
They were promptly kicked out, and their laundry too!
So the moral Utack&Swampy learned that day,
Was to do work slowly, never rush it to play!

Peace~

[roysde456]

peace ya say?well i think not!
because i just say your traped in a pot!
now i don't mean to brag
but you may lag!

[Mondo Oowada]

You really think that works?
Your four-line post, it derps.
To correctly make sick rhymes,
You need good practice and some time.

[Legacy]

Tired rock/metal fan doing a rap. YEAH!

So you all think you're good with your four line rhymes,
well listen up kids, cos you're wastin' your time.
Now Legacy is here. All is fine.
I'll tidy up your mess, all your four line crime.

Now hear me out people, I've a story to tell,
Don't y'all worry, I remember it well.
One morning (was about twenty to twelve)
I was leaving my house. I was feeling swell.

When, CRASH! I stopped. Couldn't believe my eyes.
Trust, if you were there, you'd have been surprised,
cos a badger had crashed into a wall of ice,
After skimming down the hill with his violent cries.

I said, "Hey man, are you alright?"
He said, "Dude, for a moment there I thought I'd died.
There was a squirrel, trying to force down his lies,
so I fled, before he could capitalise."

"Sorry to hear that. What more can I say?
You could've gone about it in another way.
But you ran, and you nearly lost the light of day.
All the squirrel wanted was to know your name.

Now let this be a lesson, let this story be heard.
You run from strangers so you don't get hurt.
But the Squirrel? He's your new next door neighbour derp!"
There's no point to this story, but it's still been served.

Word.

[roysde456]

well heres what i think of that! K,mat?
now i don't mean to brag but i think you are just a nag!
now about that squirrel he's in a whirl!
he's got a fluffy tail and OH MY GOSH he's on the railroad rail!
i hope he didn't
break his nail,but he managed to...
make a trail! and he's got mail!
that letter was real rude and its from his aunt gurtrude!
it would change that squirrels mood!
now for my guess!on this mess!
he went home safe!and i found his name was rafe!

word! sorry that my rap was so bad.

[Mondo Oowada]

To everyone here, rap isn't a game.
It's kinda like graffiti, except not the same.
'Cause instead of the paint that you're spraying,
You gotta have rhythm,
And it's words that you're playing!
You just need some practice and in your head, a beat.
But when I'm done? You'll all be dead at my feet.

REPLYING TO MYSELF BECAUSE I CAN:
Unless I'm mistaken, aren't you the same...
Guy who came in here, said this was a game?
Get your facts straight, you tiny little fool.
You're being hypocritical, and that's just not cool.

[Gusparce]

Talking to yourself? That's pretty crazy.
But you won't stand my rhymes, even though they're pretty lazy.
I'm the pokerap king,
And just let me sing,
How I'll gouge you with my drill,
Grind you in a windmill,
Place your body underground,
Where you will never be found,
So just call me Dunsparce son,
Because this battle I've just won.

[Shaymin]

Nearly a month since in this topic was posted,
hot damn man, now I gotta bring the mostest
to this post that I make
Come on man don't fake
my internet name is Cake
I see my old posts up in here
Jesus Christ I may well sneer
I ain't got not time for the past
'Cause with these rhymes I'm pretty damn fast
Gotta deal with it, Dunspace of Gus
Sit back and just hush your shush
Gotta deal these rhymes fast as I can
Kinda running out of rhymes man
Little did you know I'm in RP
So I gotta plenty of things to see
But hey man, I'm still in school
But guess what? I'm far too cool
To even deal with tools
like you and your dudes.

word.

[Hitmonchu]

Blabbin' and ramblin'
Like a Mareep lambin'
And struttin' around
like a messed-up Pidgey
Your Pikachu's in its Pokeball, gettin' really squishy
Why you gotta go around dissin' pokemon
You used Dunsparce for a thing to put your socks on
Snorlax cried while you used him for a pillow
And your neglected Sentret died,
and cried like a weepin' willow
So do us both a favor,
Get outta here now,
Because doncha know,
you reap what you sow,
And your poor Pokemon will be neglectin' you,
restin' while tellin' you what to do,
you'll be kept in a small ball, dying of starvation,
And anticipation,
So get outta here, while I still got patience.

[Draghost999]

Nearly a month since in this topic was posted,
hot damn man, now I gotta bring the mostest
to this post that I make
Come on man don't fake
my internet name is Cake
I see my old posts up in here
Jesus Christ I may well sneer
I ain't got not time for the past
'Cause with these rhymes I'm pretty damn fast
Gotta deal with it, Dunspace of Gus
Sit back and just hush your shush
Gotta deal these rhymes fast as I can
Kinda running out of rhymes man
Little did you know I'm in RP
So I gotta plenty of things to see
But hey man, I'm still in school
But guess what? I'm far too cool
To even deal with tools
like you and your dudes.

word.

Ah, aren't you the one who calls himself my enemy?


I hear you're allergic to Draghost... so prepare for hives,
You don't stand a chance against my 999 lives,
You think you're so eminent,
Behaving so feminine,
When 24/7 you speak of your uterus,
You should fight me instead and hopefully prove to us
That you're capable,
Besides rapeable,
Cause PKMN.NET ain't a doctor's office,
That's Rule 20 for such a novice,
You'd be rapped to death so you'd best log off this,
If you're on the defensive and find this offensive,
And you're thinking of reporting me 'cause you're apprehensive,
I'll tell you this is just rap, not disguised insults,
But a killer rap has some truth in it, so if you're angry on impulse,
You'll need to learn the art of rap while you're mumbling crap,
To save yourself from a stinging verbal Brit-slap,
And remember that the truth hurts,
Coming from your kismesis it's the worst,
But let me just tell you I have no hatred,
And you dare show yours you are deeply endangered,
Cause you're not good enough to get the privilege to hate me,
To declare it across the site and expect it to delay me,
I will knock your kitty avatar and spit you out like caviar,
As my raps screw open your head like Heineken,
You'll feel the apparent hell I gave you back in twenty-ten!
I'll chew you up, even though I don't like taffy,
You wouldn't bite me back, no, you're not that crafty.

Blabbin' and ramblin'
Like a Mareep lambin'
And struttin' around
like a messed-up Pidgey
Your Pikachu's in its Pokeball, gettin' really squishy
Why you gotta go around dissin' pokemon
You used Dunsparce for a thing to put your socks on
Snorlax cried while you used him for a pillow
And your neglected Sentret died,
and cried like a weepin' willow
So do us both a favor,
Get outta here now,
Because doncha know,
you reap what you sow,
And your poor Pokemon will be neglectin' you,
restin' while tellin' you what to do,
you'll be kept in a small ball, dying of starvation,
And anticipation,
So get outta here, while I still got patience.

I don't know much about t'cha, kid, but I'll tell you about myself,
But it might hurt "a bit" so watch your own health,
See, I don't kick ass- I strip it, and spank it repeatedly,
Yours will soon be red with raps as you're lying defeatedly,
Now if that seems implausible,
Besting me is impossible,
I hope that cleared up the confusion,
And got rid of your delusion,
You thinking that your simple rhymes are any good,
I say they're simple compared to mine and I'm sure many would,
Brony? Phony. Your "raps" are baloney. No more than corny, crony.
Your lines are bad at their own level that you have the right to be lonely.
Try and make yourself evolve into a BronyRapper,
Learn from the masters and start spitting it dapper,
But you can't, you are more moronic than Ash and Katie Price combined,
As the Name Rater says: "Evolution has left you behind."

[Hitmonchu]

I bet you don't
Even know
What a Brony is
So sit back while I sprite you
To the moon. Gee whiz!
I'm the king of sprites
Winner of fights, right
And I'll haunt you in your dreams
While you wet the bed at night.

I kill with electric punches
And I maim with 'lectric volts
This is Hitmonchu
You're talkin' to
So flee right now, you dolt!

[SirBlaziken]

So you call yourself a spriter
but your not a fighter
not even a contender in this rap war,
you may have a hitmonchu
yet I have a blaziken
who could flare blitz you to the moon with Draghost
we may both be men,
and I could continue
but I suck at rapping the most
so I'm ending it now.

[Hitmonchu]

You're not even shiny
You're stinky and grimy
And you're goddamn slimy
And your brain is tiny.

You're a freaking Blaziken
How do you think you'll win?
You Kentucky fried chicken
Can't believe I'm wastin' lines
On some pathetic bird
That can't even rhyme.

Just like your mom did,
Let me give you some advice
After listenin' to my raps
You might wanna apply ice.

[XephHunter]

Shiny B,
On the M I C,
With his quickie Cs,
And his shiny D.

Look at your rap,
It's so flipping crap,
That tiny Hitmonchu,
Couldn't even beat your flipping poo,
Whereas my bigass Infernape,
Will make you die from one look at his bigass infer cape.

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