Who wants to battle me?

[bunk]

Anyone want to have a battle rap for fun?
Tupac-Amaru?

[The Forum Idiot]

i might have a go later...

[bunk]

fuck that last one.
rebels assemble get ready to roll, everyone go,
fight to tha last death, breath, n enemies soul~
i will never be told, silenced, or shush'd,
i am tha proof, tha truth, the violence of youth~
what im tryin to do, isnt destroy'n tha earth,
but we will, unless, our voices are heard~
flip tha coin in the dirt, take your chances, advance this,
tragic mishap n put it in our hands then~
pass it to tha kids of tha future, inducers,
take it away from those who dont have a clue~(derrr)
news flash, terrorist cruize fast,
puff'n buddah sacs wit a stash, like "Whos dat?"
terrorist networks imburse in tha worse,
perilous occurances on tha face of tha Earth~
im jading these words to keep em a jem,
fight to tha death...and leave em for dead~

[NovelGentry]

your so fucking lame


cause your a fake and your hair is red

Wow... that sucked.

[NoiseUnited]

for all you peeps on here fronting like a commie
i got more beef with you than a sandwich of salamie
bombing rhymes at me is like a suicide martyr
your ego's more inflated than the dollar under carter
thats just for starters for all you screaming revolution
thinking overthrow of the system is the only solution
cut that pollution cause we all can make a change
why don't you target corps exploiting for the stock exchange
or the defense budget, cutting into health care
we can give weapons to Turkey but can't afford welfare
and what the fuck is going on, we got coups in Haiti
rebels armed by drug money now tell me that ain't fucking shady
like embargos in cuba and sanctions in Iraq
the plan for the future is the plan for attack
Like crack up from Columbia and for years we've been down
but soon we'll show our teeth cause theres oil in their ground
there's not much they won't do for oil derrick drilling
for the black gold resource they'll literally make a killing
and I'm not playing about this message I'm relaying
they're in it for control is the subject I'm conveying
I may be anarchistic but I'm for it by reform
you can fight within the system and still never conform
this is just the begining of the rights that have turned wrong
but we can fight them here and now, thats the purpose of this song

[bunk]

Who is this for!!! :lol: :D :P
Traversed Terrains, on a Murders Purpose, Unearthed as Chains
of a Servant Served as a Burgeoning Banquet of Purse and Pain
The Turfs the Same, Piled with Shackles, and Wild as Cackles
of Snapping Lassos Cracks that React as Loud as a Tackle
Exiled from Rational, Lived a Life of, Live and Die
How Unnatural that a Bible Strapping Pastor Could Kill His Wife
Forbidden I, Tempted Fate, Confessed Her Lamented Rape
yet Kept the Memories Fresh as I Stressed Our Extended 'Date'
My Best Friend was Hate, But More I Met With, Pain and Anguish
Felt Like My Brain, Face, and Skull - All Became a Sandwich
My Veins Expanded, Pulsating, as I Sustained the Damage
Now In Flames, It was the Pastor, Who Was Ashamed yet Savage
As the Way He Managed, Iron Fist, So I Claimed His Baggage
Tired of Wasting Rabbits, It Was I, Who Got Basted AND Whipped
Yet as a Rascist Man, His Final Choice, Was To Face This Advent
As I Took Away His Holy Grace and Had It Replaced With Damnedness

[bunk]

my original ones were weak..

[The Forum Idiot]

Hmm....Mine's gonna be more like poetry....a lot like The Streets...Mine's a straight up ***** about bush. O, and if it sucks (which it probably will) bear in mind I don't really listen to much rap and my only real rap album is Yo! Bum Rush The Show by Public Enemy.

You're calling us commies and you're calling us freaks
You're calling us stupid and you're calling us weak
Well we'd rather be weak than be a psycho with a gun
Grap your fucking pistols shoot Iraqies for fun
The whole fucking world is coming to an end
And when you're done you fuckers know that it ain't never gonna mend
Now I ain't just *****in' bout one motherfucker
I'm *****in' 'bout everyone who hates all cocksuckers
See just because you're homosexual doesn't make you a threat
They won't destroy the world but you will I bet
And most of all you wage wars like it ain't nothing
But the truth is people don't just fight - they're fucking dying
And when Public Enemy go pointin' it out
You tone them down
Turn them off
But they're right I don't doubt
And you still believe in the American dream
Well wake up, smell the coffee see reality
But you're too fucking dumb or it would seem

Err....yea....first rap I ever wrote really...Sorry I didn't really finish it but I'm new to this so gimme a break.

[NoiseUnited]

Crossfire, misfired and I'm the freaking ricochet
you're confused like a protestant joining the IRA
I would say you can sort of quasi pseudo kick it
but I shoot off at the mouth like a lyrical ballistic
I'm capping MCs like snow in mountains of Siberia
I'll overcome you son like the FLN of Algeria
Because I can flow like Citibank's cocaine money
I'll beat you in a street fight like my name was Chun Li
no need for weapons of the workers like a sickle and a hammer
it's my words I'll use to hurt ya, and it's your style I will enmor
you're caught up in my crossfire like kids in Palestine
but with no retalliation though, your attempts are asinine

[Wiesty]

3 blind mice
3 blind mice
see how they run
see how they run

[NoiseUnited]

aw, i think Wiesty feels left out, poor Wiesty.

[The Forum Idiot]

Yea, well, I'm on NoiseUnited's side now! (do you have the breasts of Chun Li too?)

[bunk]

You shoulda never stepped up, I'm a veteran
Weak punches like the heart, of David Letterman
And just cause you breathin, its a vendetta man
Leave you cryin......like a Beretta rang
Now thats a funny joke, you a femcee?
If you ever try and come against me
It's the hip-hop version of Monica Lewinsky
Your played out, like I'll Pee on you and R Kelly
And you'll never get sick, like AIDS infected magic
Outcome predetermined, some consider tragic
Might as well not show and white flag it
Otherwise its WW3 and I'll leave you with the maggots
Breeze through a battle never a second thought
I can already aticipate the product you brought
Ghost written like lil Kim but you had it bought
Like P Diddy, your wack, go home, it would be better if you never fought...
Noiseunited aint packing heat, he's being obliterated

[Commie Rat]

the streets are rad

ohh eh oh ah ah
badda badda
bing bang
bing bang bong

[Colombia]

Los gringos son tontos
No conoczen el dolor
Paran ablando por favor
Ustedes odian el gobierno

and them my mind runs out of ideas.

[NoiseUnited]

Bought? no, kidnapped like Hezbollah
but I don't have a master, in fact fuck the Ayatollah
though I may not be sick, but I'm iller than Yuschenko
your words are reaching noone like a flyer from a pinko
and yes I swing a flag but the color is black
and like MIA's in Nam I'm not sure you'll come back
you'll have to endure the torture, agony of defeat
no I don't have breasts, but lighting fast feet
with a spinning star formation, you know I will kick it
direct hit to your chest to split open your brisket
in a slow motion fashion just so you don't miss it
humiliation so bad, i'm not surprised you'd have you wrist slit
though not a bad idea possiblly the only escape
cause like Dahmer in the slammer, you'll be facing anal rape
with a broom stick handle, my words rip you up inside
like Hutus to the Tutsis, you'll be facing genocide
I ain't packing heat, but I suggest your bring balm
cause my mouth fires words that will burn like napalm

this is pretty fun :lol:

[bunk]

napalm ricochets of my chest, this rhyme proves that i'm the best,
you have a disease like agent orange killing everything around you,
i throw firesticks surrounding your crew, Massacaring you like the zealots,
your face is mashed like Bush who can't eat pretzels,
you already admiited that you wack, your best band is probably zack attack from saved by the bell,
cause you sound like a retarted son just like Screech,
i'm not missing in action, i'm on the frontline,
firing napalm, cause apocalypse is near son,
as i spit nuclear from the sun.

[NoiseUnited]

what was that? you dare compare me to Bush
you fucked up worse than the army fighting in the Hindu Kush
I'm about to blow the scene like a batch semtex
because my freestyle for you is my last respects
compare yourself to a zealot because you seem like a Judas
ricochet napalm? you'll look like a protesting buddhist
you won't be safe like citizens under the Sandinista
in this place you'll hide your face and claim you're a Zapatista
but not from a plantation and not for indigenous liberation
probablly buy from corportations supported by the World Trade Organization
apocalypse is near? no the apocalypse is now
and I'm about to cut you down, like that decapitated cow

[Dio]

Lol, how can napalm ricochet of your chest?

[The Forum Idiot]

You're so fucking dumb, don't even try to talk
If you do I swear I'll paint your face all over the sidewalk
Think you're fucking hard when your friends are all hoes
I give you hospital bills with a big figure followed by 6 zeroes
And when you think I'm fucking done
You wanna go
Have a try
Get out your fucking gun
I'll grab it off you, pistol whip you like a dog
I'll bust your last brain cell, and you'll never get a slog
At me, see I'm above you, superior
And you're my motherfucking inferior
And then when you're out of the hospital thinking your fine
I'll get my posse to break you gonna whup your behind

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

OK, since I was told by Forum Idiot to make one, I did. This is an attack on the Chav culture we get here in Britain. I don't write Raps much, if not at all, but here goes:

Chav, Scally, Kev, Barry, Pikey or Ned
Whatever you're called you're wrong in the head
You think you're god coz you wear fake jewelry
And steal some Carling from the local brewery
You lowlifes act like it's cool to commit a crime
Then you drown in tears when you're doing your time
You act like rockers are threats to your health
But becoming a Chav is suicide itself
Why haven't they illegalised this trend?
All Britain wants is this bullshit to end
But no, because their army always grows
But why anyone would sign up, no-one knows
They have about 5 kids by age 15
To their slapper girlfriend who had sex before a teen
So in short, if you see a Chav today
Have no mercy, don't let him get away

[bunk]

You look like Bush with a polished forehead,
reciting propaganda you understand little about,
i will assasinate you in a popular rout,
and protest to whatever it takes,
cause i can make a move to reflect the world groove,
burning buddhists in the street had more courage than you easily,
you are an idiot to diss them indiscriminately,
you want to control the people like the G8, get rid of your hate.
what the hell, your posse is a load of skaters, don't rely on your mates
wearing fat chains and the latest clothes, i burn them all with rotten garlic cloves,
you are so vein you want to go down in history, you'd rather be gunned down like makavelli than do something worthwile.

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

You're not as good as you say you are
You're just an elitist fucker, no bar
You always love to talk and talk
But I doubt I'll ever see you walk
You find comfort in your lies
But no-one can silence the man in the skies
You don't need to rule the deck
All you need is a reality check

[NoiseUnited]

dissing burning monks? this is why you scoff?
putting words in my mouth will get your fingers bit off
what propaganda, you need to check the definition
or perhaps you got somewhat confused on my position
you need to bring up specifics on the subjects addressed
what exactly is your problem with the topics I expressed
I think you'll get beat like the corpse of Mussolini
and continually bombed like the island of Bikini
but if you want some more, then simply bring it on
I'm virtually undefeatable, just like the Viet Cong

[Discarded Wobbly Pop]

Viet Cong?
You see it wrong
Beat a drum
Lead us on
Me and Gong
Slingin’ dung
Sliffing chong
Singin songs
Lenin’s thong song
Has you blessing odd wrongs
Have you checked the chronological monitor
It’s 2004
Dog paddling in hot water
Has us pimped like whores
Constantly stomped
Like all slums
All that’s coming is more
The belly of the beast is comfy
That’s the seed of your defeat it’s ugly
Anarchy is real freedom, trust me

[The Forum Idiot]

Look you motherfuckers NU knows what he's on about
And when you tried to unite we just kicked you out
Kicked your ass down to hell
Am I ringing any bells?
See you think you're fucking god with your long as words
But you're not, you're a slave to bush and you eat his turds
Then you start *****in' 'bout my killer posse
See we're a trio we're the mighty 3
NU, Vannila Coke and guess who? Me
So don't question our judgement of the vietcong
You dunno shit, see, you can't even write a competent song
Motherfuckers

[Discarded Wobbly Pop]

Looking in one direction
Has got you wide open
Jerking a long erection
I’m at your hind poking
I’m stroking the club well
You’re sleeping on a platter
You’re joking
Fuck Hell
I’m evil and a cracker
Listen guys
Quit the rhymes
Bring your fischer-price mics with you
Sit and cry
Pick your eye
While I bring you a soft tissue
Sorry, did I say rhymes?
Overstating your lame tries?
Spawn of satan remains
I’ve got a can of gasoline waiting
I’ve gone wrong
Hiding in the bushes to leap out
And spill on your Sean John
Competence is clearly relative
Given our example
Prominence is not preventative
In a rap battle
Don’t let the rat taddle
That I smothered your baby brothers
And yeah…
Don’t forget I always here to fuck your mothers

[Free Spirit]

My first rap (if it is rap?)

----“I don't carry a weapon, there's no need I watch the war form the TV tower- best movie seen. I don't cry, I don't see but I'm not completely blind.
It's the choice I made cause I'm you, the president of United States.
I'm the butcher from down streets with Hitler's eyes and Stalin's hand. I'm your blucher I love you man as a child loves its toy”---. Emergency room screams, "Black hols never leave", they'll drag us into the energy of dark age. Invent the medicine to heal the earth, not the happy faces of our youth.
Doc don't give the prescription, I'm fine in my head. It's the TV I watch, the papers I read, I'm healthy, can't you see?
Welcome to the new age of schizophrenia. We're all healthy but sick
Welcome to the new world. Men jumping from towers -nr one death.
Is there a day I wont see you Mr X? You killed my strangers; you bought their death, sold their life to your sick joy of mind. Emergency rooms screams, "black holes never leave".
"Mother take me back" they took lives now it's souls, mother take me back. The music is dead, there's no "as one", we're now one and one they won.

[bunk]

you gangbang up on me like em, dre, and 50, there best album was a copy,
disrespecting rappers, writing about them when there dead, all your homies got no street cred,
when you diss me you talking about yourself, there ain't no one else,
when i got beef, i treat you like a thief, fucking lock you up and lose the key,
cause no one cares that rumsfield is head of your family,
it won't help you survive on the streets, you'll get beat,
a battle is 1 on 1, i take any of you, but it looks gay when you think your crew is so neat, and you need to call in people, it's just weak.

PS: I'm away next week so battle each other.

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

Thias is an attack on American Patriotism/Nationalism. NOTE: There is a reference to 9/11 which will most likely be offensive.

America isn't the only nation
But Nationalism is your bullshit creation
'God bless America' is a pile of shit
And I fucking hate patriots, I must admit
Wait for it, I'm gonna be called Commie
and for that I don't feel sorry
Coz I'd rather be Che than a delusional fuck
Who thinks their country's the only one going up
Along comes 9/11 and it's the worst attack ever
But did you think about Gaza, coz you bastards had it better
Vietnam, Palestine, Israel, even Berlin
But only if it happens to you, it's a sin
Did you ever think about the USSR
And how in the War they got so far?
But no, you single handedly won that war
Everyone else doesn't matter anymore
The world didn't begin in '76
You Patriot bastards make me sick
But God bless America, God bless her well
And send all the other Nations straight to hell

[Free Spirit]

Just a question! Who and how will we know who has battled everyone in here and who will take that deception, or are we doing this just to express ourselves?

[bunk]

justgo freestyle and diss anyones verses. I think that the verses should not have to be battles. From tommorow i won't be here to battle anyone for a couple of weeks. I don't think we should bother having voting on battles either.

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

Any one who isn't with me
NU, The Forum Idiot, us three
You gotta learn that music ain't your style
Don't even try coz it ain't worth your while
You can't play Guitar like Billy Corgan
You can't play half good songs on an Organ
And don't even bother picking up a Bass
Coz to play a Bass, you need to be ace
Drumming is shit that just isn't for you
Nor the Piano, nor Tambourine too
Not even Occarina can be mastered by yourself
So put your musical creations back on the shelf
And in your house just be on your own
Roll a joint and smoke your home grown
Just don't do anything in a musical way
Coz you'll kill all music today

[The Garbage Disposal Unit]

SO WE GOT
Names droppin' like Lenin and Mao -
But you motherfuckers won't tell me how,
These corpses relate to my conditions,
I think you need to look at your positions.
Then you talk about, "Vietnam" -
But tell me, have you got a plan?
'Cuz we can jack off at pictures of Unlce Ho,
But you've yet to tell me why - if you know.
So maybe you've got some bad rhymes,
And you know how to have a good PSYCH!
But y'all are acting so big and tough,
And we've all had way more than enough. Word.

(Did I write that? I'm going to go chew some broken glass.)

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

I have to share your opinions or die
Well fuck you coz I'm my own guy
You might say black, I might say white
You're social at day, I come out at night
You prefer blue, I prefer red
And that's no reason to make me dead
You're worse than Hilter and Stalin put together
And you'll always be like that forever
Unless you find a better approach to people
Unless you get your big head off that steeple
And open your eyes and try to see
That it's you that you can't make others be
So I leave you with nothing but this:
Please make an effort to not take the piss

[bunk]

I'm raw, there's no point in playing the Bass,
when your spitting to fat beats,
i don't have to fit into no high echelon of music,
cause hip-hop is the streets,
not like charlotte church and choirs singing love,
it's time for you to send the white dove,
i'm taking over, your time here was mediocre,
Forum idiot, NU, and the kid who loves killer coke get out of rap,
cause your describing the proms while your mother taps.

[The Forum Idiot]

Don't talk about my mom 'cause yours ain't much too
She fucked me three times and then she fucked you
So don't go slagging your mouth off at me, NU and Coke
'Cause the closest you get to non-incest sex is some porn and a toke
That's if you can afford bad quality weed
But you can't cause your papa's addicted to speed
Then he fucking comes home drunk ever night
If he didn't beat you I would as him to fight
But he helps me out see, softens you up
So I can smack you 'round like a new born pup
See you talk the fucking trash talk
But can you walk the fucking long walk?
See when I challenge your ass and we get into a ring
It ain't for seconds before I knock you out, make the bell go "ding"




So, putting it simply, Don't touch what you can't afford
And don't fucking diss us 'cause we can play guitar chords

[toastedmonkey]

im the best damn rapper in the world
cause i like to feel up girls
my house is so big
i like to jig
i need some money
so im selling honey
in sachets and jars
so i can go to grovey bars
my favourite dance is the tango
but i cant at the mo
cause i really need to go
i once bought a dog
but i flushed it down the bog
i need some new shoes
but i'd rather buy more booze
amber is so smelly
i think its cause of the jelly
she eats far too much
cheese and the such
my rap is so phat
that it needs clothing from a special shop
so does amber cause shes about to pop
if only she'd stop
but shes too busy eating
to listen to the greatings
she eats everything in her path
and now shes eating up this rap
like a bacon and egg bap
joe is a bender
the end... ahhh.

[bunk]

haha nice rap toastedmonkey

Forum Idiot lives up to his name by contradicting himself,
first he boasts he fucked his mum three times then he takes a shot at me about incest,
he champions the working class struggle as his interest,
then he disses me about being short of cash,
and goes on talking about fucking hash.
/////

[Latifa]

If I could verbally breakdance, I'd help out :lol:

[The Forum Idiot]

Originally posted by The Forum [email protected] 19 2004, 08:18 PM
Don't talk about my mom 'cause yours ain't much too
She fucked me three times and then she fucked you
So don't go slagging your mouth off at me, NU and Coke
'Cause the closest you get to non-incest sex is some porn and a toke
That's if you can afford bad quality weed
But you can't cause your papa's addicted to speed
Then he fucking comes home drunk ever night
If he didn't beat you I would as him to fight
But he helps me out see, softens you up
So I can smack you 'round like a new born pup
See you talk the fucking trash talk
But can you walk the fucking long walk?
See when I challenge your ass and we get into a ring
It ain't for seconds before I knock you out, make the bell go "ding"




So, putting it simply, Don't touch what you can't afford
And don't fucking diss us 'cause we can play guitar chords
This was totally supposed to be a joke one (thought you woulda realized). It makes loads up which I doubt is true...The thing "she fucked me three times" was actually reffering to your ma but meh. The whole thing is a piss-take of a "gangsta rap". Anything I write which is stupid like that is sarcasm or whatnot.

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

What the fuck is up with Crossfire?
I bet he gets inspiration from Mya
Crossfire thinks he's really cool
Despite the fack he's not out of Primary School
So don't be slagging off me and my crew
When we're a million times better rappers than you
We are NU, Forum Idiot and Me
Are you dumb? Do you really wanna take on us three
Coz if you do you'll only get raped
No matter the quantity of your hate
So why are you part of this MC war?
It'll only make you much more poor
So my advice is to stay the fuck away
And then you'll live for the rest of today

[bunk]

Forum idiot i realized it was not true. i was just making a verse

[bunk]

stop with the tough talk, homie, i'm starting to snooze
my retarded cousin can write verses harder than you
cuz he's smarter than you, but u already knew this
i'll fall asleep while u threaten me, cuz i know u won't do shit
time is my essence, so recognize only I can say "WIN"
scared in truckstop bathrooms? The same 1 u were raped in?
watch how i break him, cuz he's faker than kim with no shirt
if i was a pussy like you, i'd probably make you post first
i'm on a mission to diss him and have duke missing in action
he's mad bcuz dad gets him & his sister & starts fisting their asses
"you gotta have your pops", he's pop-lockin', and rocking ur cock
i'm gonna murder this faggot, i don't care if he's droppin or NOT!
so look how i'm amazing emcees & steady knockin' the *****es
after this u'll be raking my leaves, & fuckin' moppin' my kitchens

[Vanilla Coke Kid]

You have a retarded cousin? He can't be more so than you
You epitomize "spasticated", yes, it's true
With your shitty rhyming and your poor grammar
Fuck, I bet you'd be defeated by my grandma
You walk round town thinking you're the man
But on this earth there's nothing you can
do about your talentless life, so clean yourself up
Be headstrong, act like you give a fuck
And stay away from the rapping trio
Coz we mean business, more so than Dio
But he's a rocker and we're bad ass fucks
You better run or else be out of luck
I'll give you a headstart, you got five seconds
Then we'll kick your ass from here to heaven
But even Jesus won't let you in
It's not that you commited sin
But more that, in all, you're a twat
Who thinks he knows where it's all at
There's nothing that you can do, somehow
My suggestion?

END IT. NOW.

[Ian]

My rap beats all you suckas
You are all fuckers
I am the rap master
Ya'll hafta rap fasta
So zing im out *****
and now you got that foreskin itch

[Hiero]

ME ME ME ME MEEE MEE MEE
LA LA LAA LAA LAAAA

[Hiero]

You know i like bread
But is it just grain thats dead?
Also i like tread mills
better then wieght reduction pills
You take the cheap way out
Now you are a fat slut
plumper then a mutha fucka duck

[Ian]

Hiero more like a zero
you ***** momma used to get cash out of the bank
til i stabbed her with a shank
then i was grilled by my boys for not giving them the bling
see thats the thing, im not one to share hiero's mums diamond ring
so thats the reason your old mans got to wack off to penis enlargement spam, he must be on smack, hes got no lovin in his home so hes got to pay $50 for an arse buffet from the hooker ***** down toukley way
get out of rap your crap

[Hiero]

Here's emo rapper wannabe
you mum had a uretha on her anatomy
we all were like in shock
as we could see it was choc top
cum on they bottom shit on the side
made your daddy want to commit suicide
but i said thats ok,
the RSPCA, has made rep anyway

Your last ryhme gave me a nervours twitch
but you know how they say
Ian raps like a ***** Anyway
so soft, so cosy way to emo
Jingle bells has better flow
so im out with this track
to end it .... Ian is WHACK.

[Ian]

dude thats so out of line.

[bunk]

None of you can rock the mic with me,
i already defeated you three respectively,
when you learn to breathe and flow,
maybe you can structure your lines properly.
your spose to spit that shit in a rap, that's why it's no good singing that shit,
you should actually finish a line, not break it in two.
//////////
coke thinks he's so fuckin dope, he fantasises every time he sees this thread,
none of his lines connect, they all play dead,
stop being on my dick, and get the hell out,
you don't belong in this joint,
you're always below stick; like the dot on an exclamation point.

[The Forum Idiot]

And guess who sounds worse than 50 Cent?
You guessed it, CrossFire, On your papa's penis your ass has lent
See you think that you are so fucking tough
But I touch you with my finger and you've had enough
You need a fucking lesson from Run DMC
But you listen to shit like R Kelly
So don't you fucking say that our raps suck hard
'Cause you ain't exactly the next Bob Dylan bard
See the whole rapping system is what you debase
Admit it man, accept it face to face
You're a fucking hypocrit
And you're fucking full of shit
You say you're on the left but you're really on the right
Why can't you give up and see the light?
Bush is a whore and you're giving him money
In my opinion, I find it kinda funny
You been blinded by a monkey dumber than your mum
He's got you controlled, you're under his thumb

[toastedmonkey]

crossfire's right i am great
while you all sing about hate
im making raps better than mary poppins
and thats got you all hopping
mad, man i'm such a good lad
i don't need a gun
cause i can shoot you with my words, son
woah
wait a sec, this almost sounds good
and it makes you all sound so dud

[Misodoctakleidist]

That's the welcome I desire!
I hope our friendship ripens well:
I come, your megrims to dispel,
In likeness of a noble squire,
My coat embroidered, gold on red,
My cloak of heavy silk brocade,
A feathered cap upon my head,
And at my side a saucy blade.
I recommend for you, in short,
An outfit of a similar sort:
With freedom such as Gods may give,
Discover what it means to live!

[toastedmonkey]

I'll feel, whatever my attire,
The pain of life, earth's narrow way
I am too old to be content with play,
Too young to be without desire.
What can the world afford me now?
Thou shalt renounce! Renounce shalt thou!
That is the never-ending song
Which in the ears of all is ringing,
Which always, through our whole life long,
Hour after hour is hoarsely singing.
I but with horror waken with the sun,
I'd fain weep bitter tears, because I see
Another day that, in its course, for me
Will not fulfil one wish - not one,
Yea, that the foretaste of each joy possessed
With carping criticism half erases,
That checks creation in my stirring breast
With thousands of life's grinning faces.
I too, when darkness sinks down o'er me,
Must anxious stretch me on my bed;
There, too, no rest comes nigh my weary head,
For savage dreams will rise before me.
The god that dwells within my soul
Can stir to life my inmost deeps.
Full sway over all my powers he keeps,
But naught external can he ever control.
So Being like a load on me is pressed,
I long for death, existence I detest.

[Misodoctakleidist]

And yet Death never is a wholly welcome guest.

[toastedmonkey]

Ah, happy he around whose brow Death binds
The blood-stained wreath mid victory's blaze,
Whom in a maiden's arms Death finds
After a dance's maddening maze.
Oh, would that I, beneath the lofty Spirit's sway,
Enrapt, had rendered up my soul and sunk away!

[Misodoctakleidist]

And yet that night, those juices brown;
A certain man did not drink down.

[toastedmonkey]

Spying is your delight, is that not so?

[Misodoctakleidist]

Omniscient am I not, yet many things I know.

[toastedmonkey]

Though, from the frightful frenzy reeling,
A sweet, familiar tone drew me away,
Though what remained of childlike feeling
Was duped by echoes of a happier day,
I now curse all that, round the soul, enfolds it
With dazzling lures and jugglery,
And, banned within this cave of sorrows, holds it
With blinding spells and flattery.
Cursed, before all, the high adherence
To some opinion that ensnares the mind!
Cursed be the blinding of appearance
That holds our senses thus confined!
Cursed be dissembling dream-obsessions,
The fraud of fame, a name's enduring life!
Cursed all that flatters as possessions,
As slave and plough, as child and wife!
Cursed too be Mammon, when with treasures
He stirs us on to deeds of might,
When he, for lazy, idle pleasures,
Lays down for us the cushions right!
Cursed be the grape's sweet juice deceiving!
Cursed Love's supreme, delicious thrall!
A curse on Hoping! on Believing!
And cursed be Patience most of all!

[Misodoctakleidist]

These are the little folk
Of those whom I evoke.
Hark how they to joy and deed
Sagely bid you to give heed!
Into life they would,
Far from solitude
There stagnate sap and sense,
Persuade and lure you hence.
Cease with your brooding grief to play
That, like a vulture, eats your life away.
The worst of company will let you find
That you're a man among mankind.
But yet I don't mean that I'll thrust
You midst the rabble men don't trust.
I'm not one of the Great;
Still, if through life you'll go with me,
In that case I'll agree
With pleasure to accommodate
You, on the spot belong to you.
I'll be your comrade true
And if to your liking I behave,
I'll be your servant, be your slave!

[toastedmonkey]

And what in turn am I to do for you?

[Misodoctakleidist]

That is a long way off! Pray don't insist.

[toastedmonkey]

No, no! The Devil is an egoist
And not "for God's sake!" only will he do
What will another's needs assist.
Tell me your terms both plain and clear!
Such servants in the house bring danger near.

[Misodoctakleidist]

Here to your service I will bind me;
Beck when you will, I will not pause or rest;
But in return when yonder you will find me,
Then likewise shall you be at my behest.

[toastedmonkey]

The yonder is to me a trifling matter.
Should you this world to ruins shatter,
The other then may rise, its place to fill.
'Tis from this earth my pleasure springs,
And this sun shines upon my sufferings;
When once I separate me from these things,
Let happen then what can and will.
And furthermore I've no desire to hear
Whether in future too men hate and love,
And whether too in yonder sphere
There is an under or above.

[Misodoctakleidist]

In this mood you can dare to go my ways.
Commit yourself; you shall in these next days
Behold my arts and with great pleasure too.
What no man yet has seen, I'll give to you.

[toastedmonkey]

*ooooooooooooh! your really turning me on!*

Poor devil! What have you to give?
Was any human spirit, struggling to ascend,
Such as your sort could ever comprehend?
Still, have you food on which no man can live?
Have you red gold that runs through, without rest,
Quicksilver-like, the hand it's in?
A game at which men never win?
A maiden who while on my breast
Will with my neighbour ogle and conspire?
The joys divine of honour, once possessed,
Which vanish like a meteor's fire?
Show me the fruit which, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees that every day grow green anew!

[Misodoctakleidist]

Such a commission frights me not;
Such treasures I can serve to you.
But, my good friend, the time approaches when we could
In peace and quiet feast on something good.

[toastedmonkey]

If ever I lay me on a bed of sloth in peace,
That instant let for me existence cease!
If ever with lying flattery you can rule me
So that contented with myself I stay,
If with enjoyment you can fool me,
Be that for me the final day!
That bet I offer!

[Misodoctakleidist]

Done!

[toastedmonkey]

I think we killed this thread with our superior rapping skills

[BOZG]

Baa baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full,
One for the master,
One for the dame,
One for the little boy,
Who lives down the lane.

[canikickit]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,
and every where that Mary went that lamb was sure to go,
Mary was quite contrary and was asked how her garden grew,
but no one gave a fuck, so nobody knew.

OUT!

[Discarded Wobbly Pop]

I'm a little tea cup, short and stout.

[NoiseUnited]

look who's back now by popular demand
about to fuck you up worse than illegal contraband
for the past couple days I've been watching like big brother
can't tell if you guys are battling or trying to hump eachother
Miso you appear to cut corners like a bevel
Toasted is just wrong because I'm the fucking devil
you seem to think the world is controlled by a Pagan
I know I piss you both off worse than Ronald Reagan
but thats fine by me, like Ollie North you'll be dismissed
I don't have to mention BOZ, already on my shit list
right now I feel more angry than ETA's in Spain
my spit will burn you up similar to acid rain
so tut tut Christoper Robins, you'd better find some shelther
cause I'm cutting up piggies, with their blood write 'helter skelter'
so sorry Charlie man, son time for your execution
i'll divide you then subtract you, who wants to be my next solution

[dopediana]

jack be nimble jack be quick, jack jump over the candle stick
if jack had jumped a little higher
he wouldn´t have caught his pants on fire



seriously though, you guys are class A. online anyway.....

[Hate Is Art]

I'm commin atcha like the startship eneterprise
because i'm one hip dude and it's a real suprise
I killed my sister and raped dog
When I shit its a real big log.

*scratching noises with yeah and uh over the top*

Yeah, uh, i'm the best in the world at stuff
I smoke 40 ciggarettes a day and my voice's real gruff
I hate my dad cos he hit me with a bat
I hate my mum cos shes well fucking fat.

(I'm a rap god)

[STI]

Yes you are.

My voice is so nice like nothin' could be sweeter
DN's rhymes are hot air just like a block heater.
He trotted down the street and pissed on a parking meeter
So I ran up to his punk-ass and kicked him in the peter.
But jest and nonsense and jokes aside
My battlin' skills should be the board's pride
So when the cappies start to get all cocky and snide
I login to my account and then take 'em for a ride
Sit back and do shots of vodka or rye
Or pop enough caffeine pills to get me high
Go undercover in the White House as a spy
Get a sight of Herr Bush and shoot 'im in the eye.
Reclaim the Labour Party? That's just a joke.
We'll be better when we realize it's cool to smoke
One time I went to bed and when I awoke
DN was on top of me and givin' me the poke!

Hail the talent of me.

[Hate Is Art]

Tiger has an STI
Its pretty severe (hes going to die)
I think I might cry
but i wont

Tiger can't battle me
Hes well shit you see
He got his ryhmes whilst learning his ABC
hes well shit.

Tiger is more of a puss
He's going - goodbye - tschuss
Call in cavalry someone get him a bus
taxi for puss.

[Discarded Wobbly Pop]

Originally posted by The Forum [email protected] 19 2004, 08:18 PM
Don't talk about my mom 'cause yours ain't much too
She fucked me three times and then she fucked you
So don't go slagging your mouth off at me, NU and Coke
'Cause the closest you get to non-incest sex is some porn and a toke
That's if you can afford bad quality weed
But you can't cause your papa's addicted to speed
Then he fucking comes home drunk ever night
If he didn't beat you I would as him to fight
But he helps me out see, softens you up
So I can smack you 'round like a new born pup
See you talk the fucking trash talk
But can you walk the fucking long walk?
See when I challenge your ass and we get into a ring
It ain't for seconds before I knock you out, make the bell go "ding"




So, putting it simply, Don't touch what you can't afford
And don't fucking diss us 'cause we can play guitar chords
I've gotta start this up again.

Man, are you retarded?
Fucking with a wobbly pop discarded
You started some shit now
You’re stuck in a crossfire
You’re marked with an X now
Wearing the wrong attire
Talkin’ ‘bout quality weed
Check where I’m from boy
The best shit in all BC
You’re smokin’ what I hork from my lungs boy
I’ve been there, done that
Talkin’ ‘bout addition to speed
Thinkin’ I’m dependant on my
Father when I killed him in my dreams
I didn’t wake up to apologize
I prophesize
You’ll get mauled by that newborn
It’s not my fault knowin’ that I left you warned
No I don’t feel guilty
Even though I killed Vanilla Coke Kid
You ready for the storm
Washin’ away the idiot from the forum
Noise United’s a joke that I bombed on
I told you boy
Get off Lenin’s thong song
All y’all can catch an ass whippin’
Ass kickin’ and a prom dress rippin’
Aww guess who’s stickin’ you real good
Pickin’ you up on my dick, and makin’ you feel good
Smile for the camera baby!
Say cheese!

[STI]

I attacked DN and he didn't even try
To fight me back so I hung his ass out to dry
He ran home to his mom and he started to cry
But she lauged at his silly ass and baked me a pie
There's no way to stop this, you just can't ignore it
When I get behind the wheel you know I gotta floor it
Digi layed in front of me so driving was a chore it
Was kinda funny too until I ran him down and killed him.
I think that we've been startin' up some major turf wars
Or just a preliminary to co-robbin' liquor stores
Agitiatin' for the fight between the riches and the poors
We'll run the rich neighbourhoods and bust down they doors
It should come as no surprise that every rhyme I spit
Is hand-crafted and tailored for the benefit
Of the militant united proletariat
When the ruling class hears this o they'll have a fit

So let's drop this little grudge
Toss the hatchet in the hole
And start hatin' on RedCanada
The man from the north pole



look who's back now by popular demand
about to fuck you up worse than illegal contraband
for the past couple days I've been watching like big brother
can't tell if you guys are battling or trying to hump eachother
Miso you appear to cut corners like a bevel
Toasted is just wrong because I'm the fucking devil
you seem to think the world is controlled by a Pagan
I know I piss you both off worse than Ronald Reagan
but thats fine by me, like Ollie North you'll be dismissed
I don't have to mention BOZ, already on my shit list
right now I feel more angry than ETA's in Spain
my spit will burn you up similar to acid rain
so tut tut Christoper Robins, you'd better find some shelther
cause I'm cutting up piggies, with their blood write 'helter skelter'
so sorry Charlie man, son time for your execution
i'll divide you then subtract you, who wants to be my next solution


Well played.

[Hate Is Art]

The only thing ST offers for the 'lution
Is ugly lyrical pollution
But he's a pretty swell guy
Coming atcha with leftist rhetoric try
To tell him - he cant beat me
Im well hard see
Coming from the streets
I give ST birthday beats
Everyday of th year
He lives in fear
I'm like a playground bully
ST has a small penis, hes not, developed fully,
but lets be friends
and make amends
The anglo-canadian rap massive
fucking agressive not passive
like eean.

[bunk]

i hate to say, but your ugly face has scores of boils
so forget Iraq, Bush now wants to attack your pores for the oil
you're scared in this battle, cuz your record's gonna plummet
you nervous?
don't worry, i'll use a knife to free the butterflies in your stomach
dude can't hear me any time i tell him that he can't spit
got so much wax in ya ears, i could record a double album on that shit
using that gay ass style?
whackest i've seen, *****
with lines so short, they must be imitating your penis
i'm beating a virgin rapper who's still a rookie
you being born was the only time ya got close to some pussy
beat this bastard hard, until this fool howls
after i'm done with FU, the alphabet will be missing two vowels
i'll embaress his name by dissing and insulting his rhymes
i'll be embaressed by him cuz he put my name in his whack lines

[STI]

Awright. Time to break this shit out.
When I'm done with Nirvana he'll be startin' to pout
But let me turn my lines first to Mr. Homophobe
I'll bust 'im down and get at him with an anal probe
Crossfire talkin' stupid shit like 'gay ass styles'
Well I'll kick his silly ass for miles and miles
He'll whine and moan and ***** about his piles
Then I'll clock 'im in the face and he'll fall to the tiles
And after that's done, I got back to Nirvana
Who thinks he's the next fuckin' Tony Montana
Though apostrophies don't substitute for the revo
The size of my dick takes it to the next level
And say what you will about the size of my member
I've gotten more handjobs than you could possibly remember
ST comin' at you all with shock and awe
When y'all see just how much, you'll all drop your jaw
I was thinkin' one day then kinda got bored
Like the Covenental Sword and Army of the Lord
That's right, the CSAL, I'll be ringin' their bell
They say that all gays and commies go straight to hell
So I drove to their camp with my wingman on my right
Shot a couple of their 'soldiers' and called it a night
They tried to fight back, but all they could see
Was the dick of my rear-gunner, takin' a pee
He was purgin' his bladder like the USSR
When he was done he pulled that thing back in the car
What a silly malitia, they're such a snore
And I'll say like Lenin "Cheka your bags at the door".

[STI]

I see that nobody cared to reply
But I'm not about to let this thread die
I'll hold DN to the shit that he says
Even worse than the kids sayin' "Kerry for Prez!"
So here's a bump-up post to liven the show
I bring the heat to the board like Anna Nicole

[bunk]

Fuck this shit, i ruck with FU as i spit,
my adversaries backed down, acting like fat clowns,
even though when one of them drowns, they won't see what's going down,
i'm a trotskyist, i execute people like the exorxist, in order to leave a mass exodus, of clowns that refused to diss or be the next to spit,
im neat, i holla with my gun behind my seat, in order to eat a leaf, i will become an ewok like FU the dork,
even though i got no flow, i hold my crossbow by my toe,
so next time don't bite me, just be nice free.