Freestyle Rap Battle
ok lets do this!
I am Daniel my doorbell goes ding dong i sit infront of my computer all day long and can think of anything else rhyming with -ong so i'm switching to -oo because i am so coo and i'm not a foo wooooooooooooooo i like eating popsicoo's and koolaide in the shade i have it made cuz my rhymes are whack but you know that i am doing poetry and nothing rhymes well with poetry soo it's all good my car has a hood ornament of a goat eating oats and i'm making no sense lol, a fence so i'll shut up before i get beat up
oh yeah i rule ;)
Let get get in this yo,
Hey yo,
Ayo, I'm a fly boat that chicks love too deep throat, With exploites so hot you can passout from heat-stokes I beat fools on both the west and east coast, Freak more hoe's than anyone on HBH, yo! I'll crush your ego- embarress you in your hometown FORGET THE FAME YOU WON'T WANNA BE KNOWEN NOW!! I'll throw down with any of you lame ass skiddies askin' your partner: he didn't say that did he?
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sharpskater80 wrote: Ain't no sweat to rhyme yo, I do it all da tyme. Do it with some drama, kinda like yo mama. Look at them legs right thurr, make me wanna take some clothes off up in hurr. wa-wa-wa-wa-wa-word. I swear I'm not black, and you know this son. Clean off muh alligators n hand me my gun.
-yawn-
Yes my breadbin chillin in da biscuit tin, izit fo' life blud yes it is, smokin' on da smooth shit, we is ard blood and we can't afford it, we don't wear real bling it's all fake the diamonds were probably rocks from da bottom of a lake. We walk around like we own you fuckas, but you know what we are just pussies trying to be ard causing a right ruckus. We start on anyone and then run away, we can't fight it's fake all da way, like fifty cent, he thinks he's ard 'cause he got shot, but he got shot 'cause he's an arsehole tryin' to be solid smokin' pot.
© system_meltdown 2005
I can't rhyme? Check it:
A medium for prose is my mortal mind, Equilibrium of my Soul is sublime if im flying in the right direction and not crashing into obstacles causing critical cuts and scars, How can i escape these mental jail bars? when every problem seems identical! Struggling for the perfect reaction, Pure solution, if only my heart would find Joy within these rivers of serpentine as they ebb toward a midstream section amid dreams exceeding the subliminal, Maybe im spaced-out Venus and Mars challenged by a Demon in a heinous mask.
Typical symmetrical and identical Every single angle fits in protocol Perfected reflected mirror uplifted Erected, sharpened edges serrated Its depths’ amass worldly thoughts Sides unchecked by surly draughts Strengths sealed in 6 panel shields Skills build - inside practical fields Treasure hawk, pleasure possessor Masquerade, like made to measure Be sensible only pursue the logical Methodical, mathematics principle
..waiting for responce.