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!
My...Pikachu is better than you
Don't bother cuz it eats like poo
Sawsbuck sucks the sap
coz you ain'ta better rap.
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
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.
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
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?
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.
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
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.
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.....
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.
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
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!
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.
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!
the name is echo bro,
my rhymes so criminal,
wanted like an al capone,
and i never roll alone,
you might wanna call me liz,
you know how it is,
yeah im wicked sweet,
and don't make me repeat
(i should totally sell this)
Do I have to break out my sick rhymes on you guys or am I just gonna let you run along with your 'phat dope homie beats' and your sick fires bro?
try to unleash the rhyme arsenal,
and listen to my wicked snarl,
you'd best be keeping that under wraps,
unless you want it all to collapse!
They ain't no good rhymes
Ya should get locked up for those crimes
Trying to rhyme a non rhymable word
Get a dictionary, turd
Yo!
Sick bruv!
I so rappy
More than Dappy
I so happy
I so rappy.
I walk down da street singin sup sick bruv
I just shot a dove
Caught it in ma glove
N gave it to ma luv.
WORD.
Dat was some sik rimin, rite bruv?
Oh yeah bruv dat woz sick as a dove
Getting it on with a pigeon using a love glove
Yeah you are so rappy but maybe slightly crappy
But I won't hold it against you Ms. Dappy
So Bring it sucka, ma surnames Butler
I is here to kick your face, knock out your shiny brace,
Yo just a fly on the wall, You cannot make me fall
Cos I am so tall and you so small, BOOM
le anglais patrat?
man you is far from phat
your rhyming sucks
and you smell of cheap tat
And Skarmory 8?
Thats a name that I hate,
You've got a distance from good,
I think that you should,
Go jump of a bridge
or a really High ridge
So you say I can't rap?
Hah, considerin you're Cr*p
WORD.
You think you are cool with your silly rhymes?
Hah, boy you're just wastin your time.
Dunsparce is a rap master!
He's just better and faster.
You fools dare call me a worm?
Then come over here and I'll really make you squirm...
Oh I see now the worm is wiggling
You suck as much as Homer Simpson's jiggling
And I kind of get a strange feeling, a niggling
That you're about as cool as a gangsta in Pickering
Thats nice son, but far from good.
But now Dunsparce is in the hood.
He'll rap the way everyone should.
With sizzling style and awesome beat.
He'll be impossible to defeat.
Yeah, the sandvich is back.
This BLT's rhymes, they ain't wack.
So sit down, shut up, and watch the show.
Or am I going too fast, should I go a little slow?
So tell me, what's your choice?
It's getting served by the girls, or getting served by the boys.
Why should I sit down to a joke like you?
Your voice is as bad as a kangaroo's.
While I, Dunsparce am the king of rap.
So you shut up, and sit on your mum's lap.
You claim that your rhymes are not wack?
Wells thats a statement in which facts lack...
It's time you saw reason,
Because it's open season.
I got a twelve gauge, got fists of steel, and a minigun to boot.
Just google "Heavy Weapons Guy," and get ready for me to shoot.
I'll put more holes in you than a time-travel fanfic,
I'll be putting you outta your misery, you were smacked with the ugly stick.
SHAWTAYY
i am rappin'
yo should be clappin'
or I shoot yoo,
ye I shoot yoo,
Cuz i iz well ard
ye i iz well ard
i haz gun
big gun
it fun
good fun.
Yo mam.
Your puny pistol does not scare me.
I can beat up anybody as easy as 1-2-3.
Because not only at rap am I king.
I'm better than Chuck Norris when it comes to fighting,
I'll never clap to you, because you're raps are wack.
When people hear you rap, they just turn show you their backs!
Unlike what happens when they hear me,
They chant to the raps perfect harmony!
Dunsparce this, and dunsparce that
I'm tellin' you man you're a flipping fat cat
You're an posh bird in an office where you're sat
With an OranBerrySandvich which you never stamped flat
Cos I'm tellin you man
You can go off to Japan
See all them poor kids starving
And give up the marzipan
And that's the last time yo gonna touch the raisin flan
And if you go anywhere near those pies I'll see you hang
Shawtayyyyy
i see u hattin me
cus of ma sick beats bruv
an ma rhimes
i be dropin
ma rimes more addicvtive
than ma drugz
ye ye
ye ye
shaaaaaawwwwwwwtttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
ye ye
ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ye ye
shaaaaaawwwwwwwtttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
ye ye
ye ye
ye ye
ye ye
i hard bruv
i been takin' drugz
yeah drugz
i liek megaman
usin' powah chips
i so fly
lak a gee 6
wit ma gun
an ma nife
an ma drugz
i so fly
lak a gee 6
i hard
lak rock
u no me
i so sick bruv
i have ma homies
sup
i so flah
lak a gee 6
ye
peace out
uh hu
ye ye
uh hu
uh hu
SHAWTAYYYYY
Peace out bruv. See you homies next time kk? Some dope beets i be dropin there.
Enough wiht teh SHAWTAY it's making me sore
You, young lady, are lacking with a simple flaw
Oh crap I can't think of any more
That's poor
What were you thinking with that big ego
It looks that your bad rhymes have lost the show
I'm surprised there were no comebacks after your shortfall
But now I've bumped this thread so you can post them all.
YEAH
DK, DONKEY KONG
Heavy Weapons Guy was shot with a gun!
Catstorm was pwned by a shining dogsun!
Kona and his rap didn't get to heaven!
Skarmory8 was bumped down to seven!
Eagle Eye's vision was gone with no trace!
A Shiny Zangoose ate Gus the Wormface!
Zeze_&_the_Mau5 were in a mouse trap!
Now you guys know who's the king of rap!
It's me. I'm the best, and you guys better run!
I'm the site's talent! Hear that, everyone?
I'm afraid the answer's a resounding nope.
You are, let's face it, a big ugly dope.
I'm a Heavy no longer, an Engie I am.
And some phat rhymes is what I'm gonna slam.
I'm gonna say this so y'all can hear,
Get out before I crit your rear.
Dispenser, dispenser, you hear that sound?
Engineers surrounded by Scouts all around
Their smart-alecky cries will sound in your ears
And bring any Engie to their knees and in tears!
--
Now, Unown Addict, what was that "dogsun?"
Your rhymes were quite silly and not at all fun
For making up words to use for "good" rhyme
Could end up on my list of poetic crime
I judge that you think you're the best
But let my quick wording put you to the test
Every line was an insult, a pun used as well
And I can see that I have a lot more to tell
I know you can see the "storm" in my username
I'ts a CHARACTER not a pun - they are not the same!
I cry, the assumption that all of you made
I hope that with time those same thoughts will fade.
My ball was in the corner and now I'm at first base
Let's see what these rap skills will now have to face!
damn,
i thought this disappeared
back in late 2010
but i see it's been revived
someone's picked it up again
and i cannot say i'm happy
nor can i say that i'm ecstatic
but at least i've got something to do at two in the morn besides set my brain to automatic
i'm a white boy from a small town
so i'd really like to know
why the hell i'm rapping
damn, i'd better go.
Goddamnit Polarity, my post has been sniped.
So I'm slamming this poetry and doinitrite.
Why the haters be hatin', I don't even know.
But I ain't even mad so I'm gatecrashing this show.
Now listen here Catstorm, why you up in my face?
I'll be rapping free form and changing the pace
for this ain't a real showdown til I drop the ball;
Unown Addict and Dr Seuss will not like this, not at all!
I've got general knowledge to back up my claim
that the majority of people here can't play the game.
And my lyrics are tight, they're like too much botox
...I suppose you're right in saying the above line just sucks.
You say you wanna rap free form,
Well sorry ta tell you this,
But girl we ain't even gotten warm.
You seem to think ya know what you're doing,
But can you really take this off the wing?
If you wanna play this little game,
Then you better get ready to take some blame.
The world's spinning by faster and faster,
But you're stuck in the wrong lane.
The rhythm is pounding through the veins,
Roaring in an ever increasing blaze,
But it seems like your left behind in the smokey haze.
Things're heating up now
Let's just hope you ain't fazed
You say that I should read and weep
but giggles to myself, I keep.
For lyrics such as yours shall be in vain.
As the palm to my face induces pain.
And we're chanting all these lyrics like a thing of the past
so watch it as I go all Beastie Boys on yo'... yeah.
-----
We're conversing all our verses in the oldschool way
but it's getting to be soundin' like Victorian days
And poetic? It's pathetic, all this passionate rhyme
so we're waking up last century with modern day times.
This modern time is flyin by so fast,
Why don't ya stop and let it last?
This world's a ticking clock,
Running outta time before the ultimate block.
Now why don't ya take the back seat and enjoy the ride?
Light's are flashing past,
A techno's paradise.
I'd bet you're gonna have a blast.
But you're living life in a trace,
Caught for your dreams within this dance.
Living life on the edge,
Or are ya gonna stand by and watch this world burn?
Ya see, there's something you've yet to learn.
This world is spinnin like a turntable,
But the record's gotten outta control.
Someday, we're all gonna crash and burn,
And someone's gonna have to fall.
The night's commin in fast,
Like a slowly creeping wall.
Are you ready?
Daylight's fading, bringing with it the moonlight.
She laughs and heckles in your face,
As her children have their merry way.
Can you feel the slipping base,
Feel the world slippin away?
This was never good enoiugh to last,
Things're movin to fast
Are you really gonna race to catch up?
Hold your breath now,
As you ask yourself how,
One way or another this is gonna end.
Sweet daymn, you really tryin' hard at it now gurl
but we didn't need to hear the whole history o' the world.
Keep it short like Justin Beiber's so we don't lose attention
keep it simple like Rebecca Black and the weekdays that she mentions
Take a look at mainstream music, wear an outfit made of meat
Put a ring on it for measure and add in a hiphop beat.
For the moment that's about all that I'm gonna have to say
so put you hands up in the air because the world be born 'dis way.
Born from a match,
Started out as an ember,
Things got fire to catch,
I will burn forever.
Yo, you want firepower?
Ain't afraid of no rain shower!
Hey, I'm a fire. I burn free.
Yeah, you cannot extinguish me!
Yo, you wanna know arson?
I am the definition!
I heat things up!
Yeah, I'm ignition!
I'm a flame!
I ain't lame!
I can sting!
Feel the pain!
Burn it down!
To the ground!
Fire burning all around!
People screamin',
Hear the sound!
Yeah, Ima go and burn your town!
I'm a flame!
I'm hard to tame!
I'm in the game!
Now go insane!
Crackling flames and demolition!
Send it blazing, that's my mission!
I don't need no firewood!
'Cause I'm a fire, red as blood!
Everything I set ablaze!
Gray smoke, steam, fiery haze!
Burn it all, into dust!
Everything...to combust!
Wildfire!
I'll rise higher!
I'm the fire you can't control!
Solar flares, mantle layers!
Dangerous and hot as coal!
Don't you dare say fire hydrant!
I'm a fire, I'm a tyrant!
Yeah, I'll light your cigarette!
I'm a fire, I'm a threat!
I'm as hot as the sun!
I'm getting closer, better run!
And if you need a flamethrower,
I'm the real mind blower!
Cause I will make it explode!
I defy the river flow!
I will blaze through the Earth!
I'm much more than fire hearth!
Dragon breath!
I'm the best!
C'mon, put me to the test!
Heartburn acting in your chest!
I'm never calm, I never rest!
And I won't stop 'till it's all down to ash!
I'm as powerful as a meteor clash!
I'm the soul of a rumbling volcano!
And it will never rain, no!
I never go dormant, I'm always active!
And when I erupt, no one will live!
So you better be afraid!
I'm like a firebomb raid!
So say your prayers, before you're scorched!
Your hopes and dreams are being torched!
Power beyond the Earth's core!
Fire burning, hear it roar!
Y'all may be flame r****dant, but you sure ain't bulletproof.
Come on crowd, raise the damn roof.
I'll pump you so full o' lead you'll be like a pencil,
And not the kind that goes well with a stencil
Keep your rhymes short and phat, I shouldn't need to tell you that.
But yet you ignore and bore, so I need my shotgun, stat.
Son, you think you so much with your toy gun.
But when you see me you'll just cower and run.
Because you know that my raps will commit verbal murder on you.
Your raps are nothing but static and scat.
I'll step over your rhymes like a dusty old mat.
When Dunsparce comes in the house, he's invincible.
He may come from the low,
But he's a master at show.
I don't want to be here with all of these people
Mourning along in the church and the steeple
But here I am in my jacket and tie
And I'll be honest, I swear I won't lie
I'm respecting you, I mean you're dead
But I don't know you-- we're not inbred
You lived 18 countries away so why am I here
I'm pretty sure half the guys came for free beer
So I'm gonna leave, and I don't feel bad
Because you're distant family-- not even close to grandad.
I come by here everyday,
Seeing rappers that went astray,
I'm tired of seeing this rap,
'Cause to me it's all crap,
If you wanna get intense,
Say somethin' that makes sense,
And keep it phat, says the topic,
For now I got two words - "stop it."
So you're telling us we suck, but you can't speak rap.
For a crime like that I should give you a slap.
Fortunatley for you, I don't hit little girls.
With their pretty pink dresses and hair in curls.
I gave a pretty accurate picture, or maybe not.
Did yo momma hit you with an ugly stick since you were in the cot?
Now do us a favour, leave us alone.
You and your "raps" should just stay unknown.
(Cwutididthar?)
Rap is a word that can go many ways
And we've been fighting over the definition for so many days
Can't you see we rap in all different rhythms
This poetic war could reach cataclysms
If we don't stop now and take a good thought
Any number of rhyme words here can be brought.
You can see I've broken out of my standard quatrain
In order to dish out a little more pain.
you wanna talk about pain
i will show you what that is
you don't know the game i play
i will just say
time to heat it up
like a fiery sun
and so you know i am number one
If you think you're the best, don't even try to gloat,
'Cause my rapping is twice as good as what you just wrote,
If you won't surrender,
Try to prove you're better,
And then I'll understand,
That you've got skill, and you're not a buzzkill,
And you can comprehend,
With the rapping style,
Show me you're hostile,
No doubt you've got some brilliance,
Maybe you've got talent, maybe you're quite valiant,
But I need some more evidence!
Unown addict? Addict of what, may I ask?
Because addiction to unown, as addictions go, is trash.
Can you stop? When did you start? Why are you on this crass?
'Cos my momma always told me that drug pushers should kiss my ass.
I can't just stand by,
letting this topic die.
I'll post some lines when I have the time,
'Cause letting this end is the true crime,
Don't let this rot,
Rap will never stop,
Don't be sour,
Don't sit there and glower,
And post when you can,
If you're a man,
And if you give a damn,
I actually care,
And that I swear,
So ignore any fear,
And come post here,
It won't hurt, no doubt,
Rap is what it's about,
It's fun, I guarantee,
Skill is the key,
So don't try to flee.
you think you're a star player of verbal baseball
i'll knock you for home runs with just a mouthfull
keep it simple unown addict, ain't nobody stoppin us
nobody comin' in and droppin' us
three minutes in my fist'll be in your aesophagus
three word lines don't demonstrate any real skill
you're at the bottom of the food chain with your main man krill
i'm the killer whale, ferocious and wild
my wordplay is hot and spicy and you're weak and mild
fear and swear don't even rhyme, you're just an illiterate child
you might look good on paper but you're horrid out loud,
now exit stage left through the disappointed home crowd
Quote from: b1g on June 27, 2011, 01:26
fear and swear don't even rhyme
((Exactly. I rhymed swear with care, and fear would go with here. ;) ))
Look, I know you're quite talkative,
But there's no need to be so provocative,
I'm a honest soul, and I bring you no ill will,
So please be nice and take a chill pill,
I want to help the topic by choosing to reply,
So this wouldn't die and you guys wouldn't cry,
I understand that you're a rap strategist,
But I'm just a pacifist,
Maybe my rhymes may suck,
And sometimes I get stuck,
But respect that I try,
And I won't lie,
When I say you can have the glory,
And continue your story,
While I sit and sulk,
And you're the big bulk,
So maybe I can hit harder,
Or throw farther,
But I'm not in the mood,
I don't mean to be rude,
I wan't to take it slow,
I know you're a pro,
And I can barely glow,
I'm taking it easy, so don't worry about me,
There are many better rappers that you will see,
I am a disgrace,
No one wants to see my face,
But as I've replied and now I'm through,
From the sidelines, I'll be rooting for you.
I like to eat pie
and i like to harvest rye
and i like to drink juice
and i like to stare at moose
and i like to lick lollipops
so i guess that made you flop
whoops, opops
i didnt mean to suck
but all you people were made to flunk
hehe, hoho
i like to eat pie
and harvest rye.
HAHA HEHE HOHO
C'mon man take this seriously
Are you drunk? Cos yo doin this deliriously
May I ask about that junk involving pie
May I ask what, when, how, where, and maybe why?
Cos when you be a sop
Choosing to rap 'bout lollipops
You won't get a major drop
Hopefully someone will ring the cops
YOU FLOPPED
So I hope you understand why you're not suited to this topic
Your rap was so bad I should've got my gun and shot it
So please get out
You lazy fudging layabout
That's the end of that shout
Now people can get on with the REAL gangsta pouts
You'd better be thanking that guy,
'Cause he revived this and proved that it didn't die,
He gave the chance for us rappers to shine,
So bright that everyone would go blind,
Through each convincing line,
Now it's all fine,
Yeah, this post's mine,
Let's continue the rhyme,
It's rapping time,
So don't commit the crime,
It's our chance to be sublime,
I ain't no mime,
Ain't green like a lime,
'Cause rappin' ain't a hike or a climb,
It ain't hard to define,
I can rap more lines than nine,
Hear those bells chime,
There ain't no grime,
So let's be kind,
Respect each other's pride,
No need to rewind,
This topic ain't hard to find,
But the rapping is sharp as a pine,
I won't be one to decline,
So rap it out and turn on the grind!
:mellow:
/|\
/\
A stick figure can rap better than you can,
Guess who's talking? Hey, it's Mellowman,
No, it's not daddy drag,
Some say that he's a big something,
Says who, really? Richard and Blaziken,
Yeah, that guy's cool but drives Draghost crazy and,
Yes, but not as crazy as PurpleRush's love for Apprentice,
For saying that I suggest Draghost be sentenced,
Hold on, no it's the other way around,
Apprentice loves PurpleRush,
Still from daddy drag's mouth,
But it's obvious he's got a big crush,
Wait, u mad? Try PMing the sly dog Draghost,
Cause I'm just the one that he hates the most,
Well, Mellowman's got to make it quick,
And even though that I'm just a stick,
But I got to go before Draghost kicks me in the - ow!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Shut up, Mellowman. That guy embarrasses me a lot.
Yo, yo, check it~
Utack and Swampy of the Pokemon crew
We're coming here to rap so here's what we'll do
Tell ya a little story all about the day
When Swampy found out Utack could rap this way!
Started out in school, do'in all our bizz
Utack learning math, being such a wizz
Swampy in the corner, counting down the day
Groaning 'Hey man, when we gonna play!?'
'Awh c'mon Swamp, don't be blue'
Utack grinned with a clap or two,
'Just start making up a song, stringing up some rhymes
And keep yourself busy dude, to pass the time!'
'But Utack!' the fish moaned, 'Yo, How do'I do that?
I ain't so good at singing just off the bat!'
'It's easy little fishy you just gotta be free,
Singing and'a dancing, here copy me!'
So the two of 'em worked, day and night
Rappin' and'a singing, getting it right
So now you know the story, all about these two
Utack&Swampy, The Rapping Dudes~
...Daddy drag
Mellowman got kicked so hard that his balls dropped,
You won't hear from him cause his heart's stopped.
Now he cries, still trying to recover,
Holding his hands on a pain down under,
"Now that's what happens when you steal my thunder."
"But Draghost," Mellowman says, stuttering from shock,
"Why'd you have to kick me that hard in the something?
"Why, does it hurt? There's nothing there."
"Draghost, you pervert. Do you really have to stare?"
"You know what, you're right. I'll leave this to Utack."
"Hey! I got a stick figure crying over his ballsack!"
"Do you know what to do? Cause he needs to be punished!"
"Wait, I know. Can I feed him to your mudfish?"
It's Mellowman here, now you know I'm dead,
Cause in Draghost's sig you'll be seeing my head,
Even though I'm dead, I still hate daddy drag,
Cause he treats me like a stick figure that's high on skag,
Now you might say, "Okay, so we know you hate Draghost."
Then, "But you're dead. Shouldn't you be a big bad ghost?"
Well, here it is, "I'm talking from heaven."
"That is, if you're wondering, Flamelunar11."
Now, say it with me, "We don't need daddy drag."
I'll beat him so hard that he'll wave the white flag.
I'm Mellowman, and I'm way better than that tool,
She is so dumb, should go back to school,
And she's got a crazy mind, one that's so complex,
It's best she'd be banned, say it with me Rex.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But Draghost doesn't know about Mellowman's insults... :o
It's been a while since I've actually tried to rap,
So I'm new, and I need you guys to cut me slack,
But right now, I guess I'll make the first attack,
So get ready, cause I'm gonna make you blue and black,
Alright, not the best approach, but I'm on the right track,
Now see, these rhymes are going stack after stack,
Oh, what's the matter? You shy, Utack?
Came to rap so I'm gonna take a crack,
Draghost, why you talkin' 'bout a stick figure's ballsack?
Now, I'm sorry that your rhyme was jacked,
All you think you're good, but you really lack,
Cause this is rap, and I got the rap knack,
So, until the time I come back,
You can go ahead and suck on that.
They damn suck, the rhymes that you affiliate,
Hold on, please. C'mon. Can you wait?
For Pete's sake, did you forget how to mastursomething?
Now, Listen here,
Keep the rhymes short and clear,
Cause then you rap like you've had way too much beer,
Y'hear?
Y'here?
It's cool for the rhymes to go up by three or five,
Nothing more, or it's wrong like when you drink and drive,
It only kills you, like when you jump headfirst and dive,
See, there are things that you can and can't do in life,
Can you see the difference in what's wrong and what's right?
I'm only going with the rhymes by two or three,
You can't pass that, like you can't go on a killing spree,
And you don't wanna reduce yourself to my enemy's level,
Who's crying his butt off down with the devil,
Yeah, you guessed it right, that's Mellowman,
But he's trapped, the door's shut on him, and it's self-slam.
And you know, like most rappers, say Drizzy Drake,
Say it's messed up when you go 'round n' hate,
You know, that's really not what I appreciate,
So, I'm here and I've found you...
(You're dead, too late!)
Yes, I have you now,
Tracked you down by your license plate,
Now, here I am, at your head with a new Mac-8,
(Fire, fire, fire! How does fate taste?)
So shocked, all red like your head inflates,
"Yes, yes. Really, fate tastes great."
"Oh, well. Too bad you can't do nothing to retaliate!"
That's what happens when you start to hate!
Look at me now, I'm so irate! But my mind won't dissipate!
Like the entire world's on fire, but oh look at that, it still gyrates!
Did you meet Mellowman? He said he'd meet you at the gates...
'K, y'know what dead man?
I'm having a recollection,
Spreading through my mind like a untreated infection,
I said you can't go past five, too bad, I'm an exception!
Oh, wait. You're dead, so we've lost connection.
...daddy drag
Yo, Daddy Drag, quit your double posting!
Must think you're so cool, cause you keep on boasting
that you been here since "ol' twenty-ten",
well guess what, Drag? I STARTED WAY BEFORE THEN!
Wait, what, lost connection? Since when did that happen?
I can still hear you, though I wish you'd "rapping",
Keep dissing a stick figure, though you you rap far worse,
kind of strange, don't you think, that a stickman kicks your arse!
Oh yeah, might want to know,
I've got Mellow on speed-dial,
Mess with him, mess with me,
and I'll put you on trial.
Oh, shut up, YOU FEMALE WITH PLASTIC SURGERY! >:D
I bet if you were on trail, and said that you had balls, it would be perjury. >:D
Because you didn't, before you had your sex change, >:D
Then asked for your genitals rearranged!!! >:D >:D >:D
Answer me this, since you were the first to register, >:D
You got your balls from plastic surgery? For what expenditure? >:D >:D >:D
I'm sorry, I'm just wondering. Are you a guy, girl, or neither? >:D >:D >:D
Dude, all I know is you're even gayer than Justin Bieber!!! >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Even if you registered before me, I bet nobody cared about you, >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
You were, and are, so trivial, so you can eat my ghostly dragon poo!!! >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
I'll rip your head off, shove it into the toilet, take a ssomethingt on it too!!! >:D
I'm the best, every member is in a riot!!! >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Cause my crap's for sale and they all wanna buy it!!! >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Both you and Mellowman can suck my hotdog, >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Keep sucking on it, nibble on it like a groundhog!!! >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Oh, hermeslady? So I rap far worse? >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Say that to my face, when you go home in a hearse. >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
You little beach, stop saying the word arse, >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Look, we know that's what are, >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
You're not a man, you're just a farce. >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
...Aren't I disgusting? >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Yo, man, just chill!
Insults never feel good!
Why can't we all accept
peace, love and brotherhood?
Yes, I'm a hippie rapper,
and I'm not afraid to show it,
If you guys don't stop dissing, I'll leave this thread,
so now you know it!
*leaves*
Aw... I'm sorry child, did I hurt you? :'(
Well, the truth hurts, now what can we do? :nowink:
Now I'm mad again, you think you're so innocent! :???
Saying you're a calm, hippie rapping citizen!
Grr... well I wasn't dissing anyone else except Mellowman!
Damn you! Well, I diss him because I can!
It's your fault for coming at me in the first place!
Sending my words on a vulgar rap race!
So you should've just left me alone, to avoid this!
Now you're telling me that crap, your point is?!
Come on guys, can't we get along
This should be peaceful, singing our song
The world is a cruel place
But we will always have our Ace
Wait, this isn't where Ace should be
So I'll just go out to sea
Holla!
Angelkit has the right idea, and that is what i'm going to do
you should all just chill out or maybe i'm not sick like you
Have a bit of class
like angelkit,utack and hermesguy too
Sorry, this should only be a bit of fun
i like your avitar, it's from digimon too!
Specstile, yeah, you got the right idea too!
Angelkit, you know, I'm also looking at you!
Let's all get together, and be hippie-ing it up, O0
Every time I see a street fight, I almost throw up! :wacko:
Florence + and the Machine, jazz, dubstep and rock,
we'll all get out to a farm and make a brand new Woodstock! O0
Wow, I'm noticed
At least it's not bogus
Oh yea, I have a question
And it's not in aggression
What's a Woodstock?
Woodstock was a concert,
a huge hippie gathering,
On Yasger's farm,
There were veggie dogs for slathering!
WITH MUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!
Please wait... loading Draghost's decision... :mellow:
No more plastic surgery, sex change, and excision! ^.^
Ну, подожди! Я не понемаю! :ohmy:
Ты што, идёт? Мёртвыь? Незнаю! ::)
Oh well, whatever. :dry:
Now...let's be clever... :sleep:
And change for the better... :)
In a bond never to sever! :yeswink:
With mustard! That's better than ketchup!
I'd slather that on a veggie dog with no letup!
But wait... what if you add some relish?
Well that's a way to have a veggie dog embellished!
But if you suggest the mayo,
I would shake my head and say no,
But the best thing to put on it, in my opinion,
Aside from my habit of topping it with tomato and onion,
Would have to be honey mustard,
Mmm, and after I'm done I'll have a delicious custard,
Maybe I'll have a nice creme brulee,
Or instead stick with the yummy chocolate souffle,
Oh well, I can't decide!
Hermesguy, what should I try?
You should stop rushing with the Russian
You'll miss out the wordplay so start hushin'
As you watch this tutorial on rap you'll start blushin'
And your rap dream will hit the ground hard; no cushion
You dare challenge Draghost, with your four line piece of ssomethingt?
Go back to your pub, smash a bottle on your head, you ignorant Brit!
No wonder you lost your modship, you didn't even deserve it!
Cause in real life, no doubt, you're just a gay pervert!
Everyone on PKMN.NET is Draghost's pet, from the time they register,
That's right, you little beaches, this is the Draghost legislature! :tongue2:
Any mod would get their asses handed to by me, :P
Right when you're reading this on your PC, >:D
I'm whooping your friend Alex's ass, you hearing me Daedalus? ;)
Now here's your warning, you'll be senseless and headless, >:D
I can take on late twenty's years old Joeno, O0
Catch him in the alley and beat him down in the ghetto, O0
Maybe I'll turn Dave and Jeroen into zombies, :nowink:
Have them tear into your body like a swarm of Combee's, :police:
So listen carefully, amateur "rapper" Gurren_Lagann, >:D
I would've kicked your ass long before you could logon, >:D
You're screwed on drugs, you can't get clean from the detergent, :nowink:
Or nail a girl, you're the definition of a permanent virgin, :yeswink:
Nailing a girl? Continue with those failed attempts, Alex! ::)
I don't need a tutorial to rap, you need one to have sex! :tongue2:
You think you're taking over the site with your 'ether'
But I'm hitting more winning runs than Derek Jeter
I can say more in four lines that you can in an essay
And never base your bars on basic hearsay
My influence is understated to such a degree
When I'm done with my rhymes you'll need therapy
You're dropping your 'pipebombs' like a Punk
But the quality is dropping like Kerplunk
You're making your comments with no basis
With your rashness you're being over-zealous
It's an amateur mistake, I'm taking you back to class
The difference in skill is an explicit contrast
I'm giving you a masterclass on Rhymes And Poetry
Entendrés and homophones makes you look elementary
Just pray to God, whether it be Arceus or Hova
You're being watched but mine is the throne, witness Jehovah
we're the planeteers
you can be one too
Um, Uh, K, that was wierd,
almost strange as my toe-beard,
and you avvy leaved me feared
it'll kill me.
Hey! Is that a Shaymin quote?
Justa second, let me note
that Nicky Parsons quoted
the Schadenfreude.
Not all Brits are ignorant, take me for example!
All over this rapping thread I'm gonna trample!
Of all of my exotic rhymes these are just a sample,
Although, to be perfectly honest, this should be ample!
There's enough here to send you all packing home,
This is as much of a contest as IE9 vs Google Chrome!
Just take it or leave it, because if you stay you will get owned,
Because these are my raps, god dammit, not just some stupid puny poems!
I'm not even a Brit!
But this site? I still use it!
And I'm not Amerikaaner,
so don't you confuse it,
I'm actually from a place you didn't know existed,
that revolutioned 3,000+ years 'fore the colonists resisted!
Quote from: ✞ on July 11, 2012, 00:28
You think you're taking over the site with your 'ether'
But I'm hitting more winning runs than Derek Jeter
I can say more in four lines that you can in an essay
And never base your bars on basic hearsay
My influence is understated to such a degree
When I'm done with my rhymes you'll need therapy
You're dropping your 'pipebombs' like a Punk
But the quality is dropping like Kerplunk
You're making your comments with no basis
With your rashness you're being over-zealous
It's an amateur mistake, I'm taking you back to class
The difference in skill is an explicit contrast
I'm giving you a masterclass on Rhymes And Poetry
Entendrés and homophones makes you look elementary
Just pray to God, whether it be Arceus or Hova
You're being watched but mine is the throne, witness Jehovah
Bleh, you're gay rhymes make me sick,
You can't rap, you're only good for sucking d
somethingk,
You're trying to rhyme, but you lack intimidation,
Curse words, a penis, and way for masturbation,
It's not four lines, but it's still a piece of s
somethingt,
Just like you, biting off your own mother's
pizza stick, >:D
That's right, I'm spitting the truth in this topic,
Cause even if you had balls they'd be microscopic,
You let me get away with insulting your imaginary c
somethingk,
And all you do is just talk and talk,
So I'll shut your mouth with a dirty sock,
(Or as you prefer it, an std c
somethingk)
Rap's about homophones not homophobes
So why are you trying to make false accusations an insult?
Your routine is like a re-run of old episodes
It's getting tired and it's ending with the same result
Look past the ease of using swears and expand your vocabulary
This is all part of process of developing your skills
We don't want a war, I'll just get the constabulary
I'm not going in for the kill; just doing this for the thrill
This is starting to become a Burial; no dubstep
Here's a shovel; proceed to dig your own hole
I'm not adding artillery as you've got the misstep
You don't want a problem with me; I should be your goal
From crep to snapback; just implore my style
Compile a lyrical file, right now you're in denial
Chill; just smile and relax a little while
My versatile style works for your rhymes; #retractile
I don't need you guys,
I'm already destined for success!
Imma go and cut all the ties,
That tie me to all of your mess!
Draghost, Hermes, your probably all nice guys,
But no one gets anywhere in life, I'm sorry to confess,
By disrespecting and dissing, so now I am dismissing,
You all so go out and try to get along with the world,
Because it is our oyster and we all are its little pearls,
So don't turn around and say you are perfect and no other
Can compare to you, that's just a load of Bullssomethingt!
We are all equal, no one can tell me any different,
And if you try, then I'm sorry, but you are begging for trouble,
But imma turn around and burst your little bubble,
We will all turn against you and leave you in the rubble,
That would be left after we gave you a taste of what you dish out,
And if that doesn't stop you then there are people who are devout,
To stopping people like you effecting innocents lives,
I'm sorry, its natural selection, only us fittest survive,
So instead of coming out to infect us with your hate,
Crawl back into your little hole, because you will no longer taint,
Us with your trolling and flaming and your downright hatred,
Towards the entire human race, I mean, come on, aren't we all the same?!
Oh wait, We've already been through this, now its time to make your decision,
If you're having problems and are stuck in indecision,
Then take this time, sit down and envision,
A world filled with peace, now with this, revise,
Hopefully these few verses have now opened your eyes and now,
You can see possibilities,
That you can make reality,
It only takes one person to make a difference, don't ya think?
Nothing is permanent, written in indelible ink!
So lets make a difference, right here, right now, with us, and,
I really don't want to drag on but this is a topic that needed discussing,
So I leave you with this; next time you disrespect, we are coming...
I'm not here for the war,
Not here for the flames,
You guys are such bores,
This is meant to be a game.
Now I don't mean to brag, and I don't mean to boast,
But I am a rapper, and I've got the most!
The Sandvich is right, this is no time to fight,
Even though it's a rap BATTLE, you have got to see the light!
You are joking, right? Just because I said I don't wanna hate,
It doesn't mean you can go and post stuff that is half-baked,
You should of learned by now that rapping is an art you must master,
And you mean to tell me that this was all you could muster?
Its a joke. Its crap. Its a crime against all that's rap.
I can get stuff more refreshing from my kitchen tap!
I tell you this, though, I don't want to come across,
As an ignorant git, Brit, that wants to be the boss,
Just take this as advice, because to not do would be futile,
No one wants to see that stuff, come on, that ssomethingt's infantile!
Imma stop here now, I hope I got my point across, for your sake.
Just put some more effort in, and victory is yours to take ;)
Quote from: Sandvich Lord on August 20, 2012, 14:41
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*
O0
Peace, bros.
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~
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!
You really think that works?
Your four-line post, it derps.
To correctly make sick rhymes,
You need good practice and some time.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Quote from: Shaymin on December 18, 2012, 15:12
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? :laugh:
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.
Quote from: BronySpriter on March 06, 2013, 00:25
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."
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!
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.
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.
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.
Trololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololol,
Lol,
Trol,
Ahahahahahahahaha LOL.
Your a troll and a spammer
I should hit you with a hammer
You ripped off ShinyBlaziken
How do you think you'll win
Because he's Hungarian
And he's my friend
The only thing good bout you
Is that you're a brony, I'm a brony too
If not then you're a flipping poo
Because I'm the lord, of Hitmonchu
Brony P,
On the M I C,
Testing testing,
1 2 3.
Your name should be,
Brony P,
'Cause your all poo,
And like that brony goo,
Up your,
In your,
Quickie C.
Little old chimp
As small as a shrimp
Your life is so simple
I could draw it on GIMP!
You don't sprite you don't fight
You stay up all night
Your body's grotesque
And your face isn't right!
I'm Hitmonchu, you're the queen of poo
You need your mommy to wipe your doo-doo
You say you know Richard
But you're the real Dick
Watch now, stand back
While I hit you with a stick!
Word.
@ShinyInfernape2000
So, you think that you can rap
but you are lost using that map.
You call hitmonchu crap,
but you are not so good either, old chap,
so now, I'll pass this to hitmonchu,
he'll surely be glad to beat you
What.
Shaddap you Shiny B,
Testing testing,
1 2 and da 3,
Flip out you quickie C,
'Cause Brony P loves,
Your shiny D.
Trol,
Lol,
Lol,
Lol.
So, you tried to rhyme with a letter
but you doesn't mean you're better
than me. so while you troll
I'm going lol lol lol lol lol
You try to rap
but if you mean to push you only tap
so once again, hitmonchu
would just love to beat you
so, just save you self the trouble
go outside and blow yourself a bubble
Well,infernape,Got a couple of words for you.
I think your a cow,so let's here your dumb r****d moo.
You can't win,you know you can't win.
I'm the master of rap,be back in a min.
I won't lose my title,I'm making my move.
You stink,So go in the ban groove.
You think you stand a chance against me?
Pathetic.You don't even know 1+3.
I told you.I never lose.
So,you might as well quite,before I kick you with spiky kleet-shoes.
You have no chances of beating me,
I'm the master,Your fatty mcgee.
I'm not scared to show my rage.
I always win.I'll lock you in the loser's cage.
All of you think your cool,
but really I'm the one the has the rule.
The rule over you is what I'm talkin' bout'
You know it's impossible to win,so cry out a spout.
All I have to say is that you all have no wins.
Yeah,no wins,only losses.Your a stupid feebas with dirty fins.
All you post with confidence.It'll be all over soon.
It's because I'll win this.Then send you to the moon.
Better quit now,while you have a door.
No? Then prepare to lose even more.
Your all just Trash bags to me,
So you need to get it through your belfrey.
I'll throw you out like yesterday.
Your just really really super gay.
I've got my wins,and you got your losses
So just come on down,
all the way to loser town!
And now this rap is done,but don't expect it to be the last.
I'll throw you into the mast.
To Infernape:
Now listen here but, I dunno bout you
But I believe you were served by a Hitmonchu
You're lying about being shiny
And I think that your brain is tiny
Your a monkey so stinky and grimy
That even your mother called you slimy
Infernapes nothing but a mass of ass
Which you would have learned if you hadn't skipped class
Cause Hitmonchu is lightning fast
And if you can't rap, Don't think I'll say Pass.
*Fist bumps hitmonchu and glash101*
@ those two
Nice job guys
these raps we're spinning are wise
while he tries to troll
we're going lol lol lol lol
Hitmonchu, spread the word, glash101 is with us now.
Quote from: glash101 on July 19, 2013, 16:04
Well,infernape,Got a couple of words for you.
I think your a cow,so let's here your dumb r****d moo.
You can't win,you know you can't win.
I'm the master of rap,be back in a min.
I won't lose my title,I'm making my move.
You stink,So go in the ban groove.
You think you stand a chance against me?
Pathetic.You don't even know 1+3.
I told you.I never lose.
So,you might as well quite,before I kick you with spiky kleet-shoes.
You have no chances of beating me,
I'm the master,Your fatty mcgee.
I'm not scared to show my rage.
I always win.I'll lock you in the loser's cage.
All of you think your cool,
but really I'm the one the has the rule.
The rule over you is what I'm talkin' bout'
You know it's impossible to win,so cry out a spout.
All I have to say is that you all have no wins.
Yeah,no wins,only losses.Your a stupid feebas with dirty fins.
All you post with confidence.It'll be all over soon.
It's because I'll win this.Then send you to the moon.
Better quit now,while you have a door.
No? Then prepare to lose even more.
Your all just Trash bags to me,
So you need to get it through your belfrey.
I'll throw you out like yesterday.
Your just really really super gay.
I've got my wins,and you got your losses
So just come on down,
all the way to loser town!
And now this rap is done,but don't expect it to be the last.
I'll throw you into the mast.
1 + 3 = 4
Showing your intelligence...
Hey, this a rap battle
but now you deserve the paddle
he's not stupid, it's a part of the game
but the raps your spinning, frankly are just lame
but now here's Joeno
now I've got to go
and get out
Fistbump, Blaze!
Leave him in a haze!
Glash101
Lets have our fun
With this triforce combined, soon he'll be done
With his rapping. God damn, this is fun!
continuing for bronyspriter
I know, anyone else had better run,
compared to our raps, he's cracking a bad pun,
every time he tries to rap,
he uses a map,
but doesn't follow it,
he wouldn't even get the hint with a catcher's mit
You think your so smart,that was a total insult.
You still will never win,so just have a bad jolt.
Send yourself in the ER,that would make us happy.
Because infernape,your raps are so crappy
We all are getting tired of you patheticly trying to rap.
When really your just a really sad loser sap.
I'm a master of the raps,so get it in your head.
All you ever will need is to be locked in a book nobody would open and read.
I've got all my skills,you got none.
So,unless you wanna lose,you better be done.
I'll go get the ban pool,because that's where you belong.
Your bad a rapping,so Your life will go all wrong.
I never back down,because I know all raps.
Tis' my countering strategy for your I'm a shiny infernape craps.
Your insane,trying to beat me.
I don't even know how you got past security.
All I wish to tell you is go back to rap school.
You need to spend your days there,you little mule.
2 words,you lose.That's all I've got.
Your raps are reeking and starting to rot.
We're tired of an infernape spoiling our fun.
So get out of here,before I get my gun.
You think you have what it takes to face me?
Pfft.Like you could even rap battle a tree.
Winner takes it all,loser takes nothing.
You are just a stupid bell with no ring.
Your a loser in the rap world,so stop now.
Or you'll get the big Ka-POW!
It's Me vs. you.what a joke.
You'll never win,It's you I'll choke.
It won't be a tie or a loss for me.
Remember when I called you fatty mcgee?
That's you,right there.
Sitting in a chair.
Preparing for your execution in the tower of the master raps?
I'm going to make you eat your own craps.
I keep on telling you,I never lose.
Your an old toy to me,let's here those crappy trash moo's
Is that all you got?Is it really?
Your an can in the trash full of rotten chilli.
I'm not scared to show you my ways.
It's me who has the hope rays.
Now we are done,so go offline
Forever.This competititon is totally mine!
Hello! I'm reviving the post
let's see who chooses to rap the most.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
Hey, Draghost is here
so would you lend an ear.
He would smash you gravel
so much faster than you could travel
a mile
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.
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.
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.
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
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!
@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.
O0
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.
I'll admit, the rap was good
but my raps will beat so hard
you'll look like a damn infernape.
You may have a beard of fire,
but I could run circles around your ass,
Then just jump and kick.
I may be KFB,
but all you is bacon,
which you won't be making any,
because your a clone,
that's right, Embore is a clone.
I'm the original, the best there is
you are just a pile of ham.
Pay attention little Blazey you don't want to fight me
Because when rhyming I strike brightly with lightning
You and your friends will be dieing violently, crying silently
I dont need to be paid, I'd simply take your life for cheap
Keep fighting with me little boy I'll have you buried inside the street
True MC's would shoot you dead in the streets after hearing those whack ass lines
I'm turnin back the hands of time to kill you again
Lyrically I'm a demonic force, the farthest thing from your friend
Your rhymes don't make sense, I'll end them quick
I'm the lyrical exception, I'll leave you breathless, have your neck slit
Till the blade goes deep in and finally leaves you headless
Get this message you'll be deadened, and if you feel threatened
You'll soon figure all this will be a reality
On the mic I'll paint homicide with your blood and turn you from human to fatality
You're just another rap casualty
You should have wrote your will when you chose 2 battle me.
All people do when they see you,
is slice you and serve you with potatoes.
You have a beard on fire?
big deal, I can jump tall building in one go,
and set them on fire,
all you can do is stick you fist in fire,
and thrust out your arms, ganonpork.
When was the last time you got above RU? Never, What ever
I'm the first starter to be Uber, and I'd burn your ass.
Swords Dance plus hi jump kick and your bacon.
Your forgettable, all you are is Christmas dinner.
Takin my BronyPoints and abusing me with them
I should burn you alive and throw you off a cliff with em
I ain't doin no evos of some stinky Simisear
Call my crazy so I got an excuse to make you fear
The Hitmonchu, that's right I'm talking to you
I be wubbin in the club while your stuck in Timbuktu
Yeah that's right I can beat your puny little crap
No ones so pathetic they can call that rap
An Emboar and a Blaziken, pass the hot sauce please
I'll be havin a dinner with some carrots and some peas
Did someone say Charizard? Typhlosion? Infernape?
I should shut your mouths with some magic I call duct tape.
Fire starters, stupid farters, what difference does it make
You two kiss and make up, while I enjoy my piece of cake.
Hey, mouse, don't shock yourself,
and don't be shocked, rhyming is for nerds.
Go, and get your self a social life,
or better yet, I'll feed you to a glameow.
What's the use of having a bunch of points
and not abusing them?
Hey, better yet, don't troll here,
then go and watch my little pony.
You're not rhyming you idiot, that's not how the game is played
And by the end of this one, I'll leave both your ends frayed
You couldn't rap better by the end of your days
It's like finding a needle in a pile of hay
You took chicken wings and made it literal
You freak Blazicario, I'm about to turn feral
Take your stupid god mode and fly the hell away
I'm not in the mood to deal with you today
You ruin RPs, and other forum games
Out of all, Blaziken is the most lame
He's a freaking flaming chicken that you can name
Compared to Hitmonchu, that rooster is tame
But you're really the one who should take all the blame
My style is inconceivable the reason for your death
Your feeble attempts makes me want to stab your flesh
Take that first step, slice your neck and then i fled
Call nine-one-one, cuz i left your head for the feds
To figure out, that im the biggest terror intellect
My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,
Dismiss the fiction the fact is u should listen to this,
I rip the mic your shocked from my unmeasurable strikes
I murder you twice, ur physical and ur spiritual life
I have to bail you guys out again?
Okay,here I go.
Yo,Emboar,you think your pretty cool,
But your not,ya hear? Your only a puny mule.
Emboars are very Derpy,don't you know,
So you should quit now,Before I'm mad,GO!
You may think your pretty slick,But think again boy.
'cause the rap master is in town,It's your defeat your not gonna enjoy.
Don't you know who I am? i'm a master rapper!
You have no chance,you little crapper!
I've got all my confidence,nothing stopping me!
I'm kicking you into the loser bucket Fatty Mcgee!
I'm not scared to show my skills on a noob here!
Just let me set up my banning gear!
I'll have the boss kick you out faster than you can say "joenoes!"!
You think your thorny but really you aren't even like a rose!
Your foolish,facing me in rap battle!
But I'll swim to the ocean of victory with my paddle.
That paddle is you,going through the paddle factory of losers.
I'll destroy you.I'm always one of the ban choosers!
I'm not scared to show you all I've got,
But I won't need to because your a simple tater-tot
Insults are getting old,so let's start fresh!
With your stinky personality and your stupid face of relish!
I've called the Loser Bus,they're on their way to pick you up!
Yo there rap master trophy,what's up?
I've came on down to teach you a lesson!
Don't mess with me,or I'll be forced to kill you for messin'!
Try to even match me,you can't your just a mule!
Little boy,go back to rapping school!
You've got a soul but not for long!
I'll snap it,It isn't a deed of wrong.
I'm ready to blow my best at your face!
I'll burn you,It'll be on you that I have to drop a mace!
Stand up,I said stand up,I never run out of insults!
I've got it all,You are getting jolts!
Try facing me with that stupid fire pig body!
Your being too stupid,and way too rotty!
I've always got my super skills,ha you can't win!
I'll make you run with the hairs on your chinny chin chin!
I've gone past the temple of rappers,and also the rapping
king's castle.I've stolen his super special Gastle!
What's a gastle,why it's a name of a technical techno glove!
If you want more,try reading my insults above!
Ugh, I really have to step in, then wreck all your raps?
Because you're not really rappin, as I see it. *fake clap*
See, I'm not one to be a preacher, but you SUCK.
Yet I don't know how to be a teacher, so I'll need good luck.
Glash, you've got effort, but no rhythm or beat.
I get it, y'all rapping, it ain't no easy feat.
Emboar, your rhymes are good, but really really loose.
The way I see it, you should just grab a noose. suicide is not funny
You drag it on for quite a while, with not much substance in it.
You do your best to beat all others, but you just can't win it.
So just sit back, yeah take a seat, c'mon.
Toss you out in the street, like the Trash Bag Pokemon.
(http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/e/e2/568Trubbish.png)
Seriously, this guy could pull off better raps.
You call yourself a sandvich lord,but you have a lot to learn about rapping!
Your just a little chicken,now fly for me jester.Let's here those chicken wings flapping!
All I'm sayin'
Is you better start payin'
I've got skill and will and not afraid to show it
cause you are a noob as well as emboar so it's on you I'll sit!
Just try to insult me,ha I'm a rapping lord.
Your in a pumpkin,squished by a squash,and just a stupid gourd.
All I've got to say now is your all gonna lose to me.
Because I am always to prevail,and you'll be paying a loser fee!
I'm not scared at all.
Your rapping skills are very small.
I'll shrink you in the wash,
Because this is how bad your raps are: Bad like OH MY GOSH!
I am using my skills but not my true ones.
Because you guys mean a lot to me and I'd rather treat you like sons.
If I used my true skills,you'd die right away.
I'm dialing back my skills but it's that way it won't stay.
In like a couple of months I may show you what I've truly got.
But all I'm trying to tell you is your skills really rot.
I do to have beat and rhythm.It's you who doesn't
I hate having to destroy people in battle peasant.
You best me running now,before I use rage.
Because I am a mighty rapping fire mage.
Quote from: glash101 on August 04, 2013, 04:15
You best me running now,before I use rage.
Besting you is easy, silly little kid.
Saw a rap worse than that? Pssh, I never did.
Your rhythm's all off, tipped are the scales.
One line's a mouse, the other's a whale.
You think dragging it out long is gonna help you here?
No no no, without skill, it's a menace to my ears.
You know, you're never gonna win with crud like that.
Your rhymes only burn you, in a boiling vat.
Wow,you really are Cruel,aren't you O_O I'm never quitting but I'll let Blaze fight this battle.When your defeated I'll see who's next.
kick it barack
*barack obama blasts the sick beats*
Hey y'all? blaze is late
So now it's you and me. It's not a date.
I take it you're postin' raps of hate
So why not go back home and clean your plate.
Every post here must be strictly rap
But you here, you've created a trap.
Scarin' other members with your fancy intimidation
Yes, it's easier then usin' your imagination
But I'll go the extra mile, so lose that silly smile
You might be sittin' here for quite a while.
I might as well drown you with water from the tap
And bury your corpse in year-old rotten crap.
PKMN's not for you, you worthless old fool
Mondo Oo-what now? Man, what a tool.
I really cant believe you think your raps are cool.
Making fun of our styles, erasing our smiles
You, Mondo, are repulsively vile.
Now I've almost reached the end of teaching you a lesson
Ash is gonna Pikachu while you are dressin'
The admin topic locked?! Alright hitmonchu.
You took it too far,
and your posts are below subpar,
you made it gruesome and bloody,
now your reputation is muddy,
many people saw your post and clicked report,
you took it farther than Voldemort.
You fricken brony,
instead, why didn't you watch my little pony?!
So i'll end it now, but I'm not done with my rage,
just wait until you turn the page.
I'm not finished with my rant,
but my wrath will be that of worse than Zant.
Eat it.
Nerd you take it hard
So what if I went too far
Are we breaking up as friends so soon?
Celestia should banish you to the moon.
Your SSBB, as important as pee-pee
I'll smash you with a hammer like King Dedede
So what, I'm a brony
You're only a crony
Bowing down to the one and only
Robin. He's robbin' you, apples are bobbin' you
And now there's about to be Hitmonchu clobberin' you
You're good at wavin' the flag at the bull
I'll fill you with raps until you're bloated and full
Your rhymes are a hand in a bowl of warm water
And now I'm about to pounce for the slaughter
NPSQ, I'm talkin' to you
I won't do your sprites if you treat me like poo
I'm evo, you're devo
Like Evel Knievel
While I'm jumpin' a bus
You're criticizin' us
"He can't play my tourney? I'll call an attourney!"
Not even water can vanquish the burn-ie
The brain of Blaze is a haze
Cause he's in a dizzy daze
Watch out, don't get burned
By my rap sun rays
Don't face the crowd
Just stay in their house
They'll throw rocks and bricks
Better duck right now
And I'm the leader of this rampaging mob
Screaming, "Come on out, you stupid little snob!"
Now you've got a sunburn,
When will you ever learn
If you're a pot of butter, it's my stomach that churns.
See here Brony,
You suck I hate any pony.
You think your so great.Oh man you have no Idea how good I am.
You are no rap master.Your just a little stinky ham.
Bronyspriter,your so stupid trying to face us.
I'm not scared of you,'cause your a wuss.
Quit while your behind.I'm not joking.
Your terrible but I am smoking.
Go back to rap school.That's where you belong.
This is a rap,not any kind of song.
Try actually facing me.Go ahead.Try me.
Your going in the trash,You see?
That over there is the bin of losers,that's where you will go.
I will throw you like you were dead,which you are so.
After I'm done with you,I'll make sure you stay out of raps.
Cause yours sound like real Craps.
You think Bronies are so Great.
Well they aren't,you here me,loser mate?
I'm a master,your not.So just stop now.
Don't make me come after you.Your a real sow.
You can't beat Glash,that's me.
It's because I'm a master,You think you are? HA! Gee...
In your dreams maybe,but not in reality.
I've pretty much already,so just take a loser knee.
You've got no skill,yet your facing a champ?
Ha! Your stupid.I'm a rapping amp.
If you want to rap again,I'll rap harder.This rap is a warning shot.
Your a r****ded little tater-tot.
If you want to lose,you know where to find me.
Your raps are just the worst.The winner,it's Glash,that's who it'll be.
Glash is my name and rapping is my game.
If you try to fight back,you lose.It'll be the same.
You should be kicked out by security.
Your making me have a Z.
Okay maybe 2 or 10,000 Zs but you know what I mean.
Because your nothing but a loser baked bean.
I never run from a challenge,this is because I never lose.
I've got my insults always,you little ooze.
Rematches never happen.Try while you can.
It's basicly over.And now ALAKAZAM!
Poof it's over.You lose brony.
Your not even worthy.
Not a challenge.You were a joke.
Nice try,but I'm leaving you coughing in my dusty smoke.
Quote from: BronySpriter on August 13, 2013, 22:11
Nerd you take it hard
So what if I went too far
Are we breaking up as friends so soon?
Celestia should banish you to the moon.
Your SSBB, as important as pee-pee
I'll smash you with a hammer like King Dedede
So what, I'm a brony
You're only a crony
Bowing down to the one and only
Robin. He's robbin' you, apples are bobbin' you
And now there's about to be Hitmonchu clobberin' you
You're good at wavin' the flag at the bull
I'll fill you with raps until you're bloated and full
Your rhymes are a hand in a bowl of warm water
And now I'm about to pounce for the slaughter
NPSQ, I'm talkin' to you
I won't do your sprites if you treat me like poo
I'm evo, you're devo
Like Evel Knievel
While I'm jumpin' a bus
You're criticizin' us
"He can't play my tourney? I'll call an attourney!"
Not even water can vanquish the burn-ie
The brain of Blaze is a haze
Cause he's in a dizzy daze
Watch out, don't get burned
By my rap sun rays
Don't face the crowd
Just stay in their house
They'll throw rocks and bricks
Better duck right now
And I'm the leader of this rampaging mob
Screaming, "Come on out, you stupid little snob!"
Now you've got a sunburn,
When will you ever learn
If you're a pot of butter, it's my stomach that churns.
You are an even bigger disgrace for going out in public,
I will punish you for making the site sick to the stomach,
I couldn't care less that you put an end to a topic,
But your "rapping" is even worse. You can't even top it.
But what could I expect? You're only fourteen,
I can simply look at you and blast you into smithereens,
This is not arrogant banter. Your pointless words are facetious,
Says who? The legendary Draghost. I was born prestigious,
There is no point of compiling a long rap when it's not stylish,
When the lines themselves are nothing but childish,
I rhyme powerful vocabulary, demonstrating skill and intelligence,
Your weak words poison this topic, they're unwanted elements,
Try to rhyme within the same line and keep your raps short and sweet,
And try to spit the truth as I do. Your raps are full of deceit,
I'm increasingly impressive and aggressive,
Whilst you're digressive and regressive,
Include a homophone or two to keep your performance above crap,
Hopefully you won't disgust me with a rap that came from your ass (That's a wrap!)
Perhaps I've educated you enough. Or perhaps you're a goner.
But you've been dissed by me. That is quite an honor.
Quote from: glash101 on August 15, 2013, 17:27
See here Brony,
You suck I hate any pony.
You think your so great.Oh man you have no Idea how good I am.
You are no rap master.Your just a little stinky ham.
Bronyspriter,your so stupid trying to face us.
I'm not scared of you,'cause your a wuss.
Quit while your behind.I'm not joking.
Your terrible but I am smoking.
Go back to rap school.That's where you belong.
This is a rap,not any kind of song.
Try actually facing me.Go ahead.Try me.
Your going in the trash,You see?
That over there is the bin of losers,that's where you will go.
I will throw you like you were dead,which you are so.
After I'm done with you,I'll make sure you stay out of raps.
Cause yours sound like real Craps.
You think Bronies are so Great.
Well they aren't,you here me,loser mate?
I'm a master,your not.So just stop now.
Don't make me come after you.Your a real sow.
You can't beat Glash,that's me.
It's because I'm a master,You think you are? HA! Gee...
In your dreams maybe,but not in reality.
I've pretty much already,so just take a loser knee.
You've got no skill,yet your facing a champ?
Ha! Your stupid.I'm a rapping amp.
If you want to rap again,I'll rap harder.This rap is a warning shot.
Your a r****ded little tater-tot.
If you want to lose,you know where to find me.
Your raps are just the worst.The winner,it's Glash,that's who it'll be.
Glash is my name and rapping is my game.
If you try to fight back,you lose.It'll be the same.
You should be kicked out by security.
Your making me have a Z.
Okay maybe 2 or 10,000 Zs but you know what I mean.
Because your nothing but a loser baked bean.
I never run from a challenge,this is because I never lose.
I've got my insults always,you little ooze.
Rematches never happen.Try while you can.
It's basicly over.And now ALAKAZAM!
Poof it's over.You lose brony.
Your not even worthy.
Not a challenge.You were a joke.
Nice try,but I'm leaving you coughing in my dusty smoke.
What I have to tell you is something rather general,
I'm not going to insult your avatar, which would look better emerald,
I'm here to tell you that your raps are simply unreadable,
Add spaces between punctuation if you want to be unbeatable,
Your lines aren't rap. They're a collection of typos.
You are
awful. You make the site throw up after two posts.
You try to stand out, but you only get attention cause you're a complainer.
I'm a higher point in the rapping ranks. We aren't coplanar.
I'm going to start spitting the truth because I'm cruel,
You're not a rapper or anything special. You're simply a tool.
Over and over you rap with no quality,
You're trying to excel but your methods are faulty.
You'll never get anywhere. Stop your antics.
Stop screaming at people when they comment on your Fanfics.
So stop bragging and boasting. You're just a repeater,
Don't tell us you're the best when you're no decent RPer.
Your rap is so misspelled, I don't know what you're saying, either.
This stings because I'm spitting the truth.
I declared it was powerful, and here is your proof.
Rap back at me if you want. Knock yourself out, go wild,
But fix your mistakes,
9-year-old child.
You're the mistake
You're only half-baked
I've seen a**holes before
But you take the cake
I wanna gouge my eyes out
Because you're a lousy fake
If you think you're a new leaf
Then I should hit you with a rake
My sprites will beat you
My raps will defeat you
You think you're popular like Pikachu
Just look at the fail that just happens to be you
Some stupid troll on the site
Getting me in a fight
I'll go to your house
And I'll throw rocks at you all night
I'm a spriting ace
You're an epic disgrace
If a rap is competition
Then I'll win the race
Like a freaking Slinky
Go slink down the stairs
Oh, and before you go to preschool
you should really brush your hair!
If this is a walk in the park
Then you just stepped on a nail
I may be rusty at spriting but you're the real fail!
Ladies, ladies, ladies, take the volume down.
You twisted my little smirk into a frown.
Rap's an art, not a war, it's a book, you just can't read it.
Instead you rip it apart in a stupid rage. BEAT IT.
Brony, your brain really ain't in the right place.
You could find a barn and not hit the broadest face.
Your rhyming's all right, but you lack any pace.
Slow down man, you're spinning out in this race.
I'll spray you with Mace, smash a barbell in your face,
You'll end up hung, or there'll be no trace.
What does Oowada even mean, you snarky disgrace?
You better pack up your raps, so I won't hit you in the face
Your raps are going Crackle, Snap and Poop
I'm gonna cook you up into a stupid little soup!
It's a name, imbecile,
It's Japanese.
You're losing this still,
I'll best you with ease.
I don't need many lines
To kick your arse.
Might just pay you a fine
If you continue your farce.
Don't need to slander or flame,
I prefer simple verse.
But if you continue your game,
You'll end up even worse.
Mondo, a mound-o
of crap by the pound-o
You're so sick and weak
I could beat you with a chuck of ground-o
I must compliment you
On your ability to rap
Because the other rappers here
Are nothing but crap
I'm thinking, great a competitor
Who is named freakin' Oowada
I've got the moves like Jagger
You've got the moves like Jabba!