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 Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 2:11 pm
Who goes first? No bar limit.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:04 pm
doesn't matter but is there a limit to how many rounds?
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:06 pm
a picnic doesn't matter but is there a limit to how many rounds? Uh how bout we set it to 3 rounds but if we're doing good we can keep going.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 8:14 pm
cool
ill start tomorrow sometime after work
gotta sleep now peace
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 3:30 pm
i headhunt highlanders and dead the bystanders
in homer's odyssey, to you, this is goodbye flanders
so what is a sick mortal like you going to land first
when your battle capacity can't pass health standards
i fathered you at a picnic, and abandoned you for chicken
recovered your mother for some loving you weren't gettin
she said i was well hung and so i got down to lynching
the woman for verifying i was the father of her children
somebody's child was bodied and not among the godly
i stepped on some sickly kitten, correction, it was not me
at least those are my claims. i couldn't recognize the body
looking like bat guano in a year book photo. his hobbies
included web browsing, dreaming when too impassioned
of getting down to business with two and a half men.
thus the caption ''i am in this business for some action."
in memory of the ill mortal who recently passed. end!
(that did not feel solid)
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:15 pm
a picnic i headhunt highlanders and dead the bystanders in homer's odyssey, to you, this is goodbye flanders so what is a sick mortal like you going to land first when your battle capacity can't pass health standards i fathered you at a picnic, and abandoned you for chicken recovered your mother for some loving you weren't gettin she said i was well hung and so i got down to lynching the woman for verifying i was the father of her children somebody's child was bodied and not among the godly i stepped on some sickly kitten, correction, it was not me at least those are my claims. i couldn't recognize the body looking like bat guano in a year book photo. his hobbies included web browsing, dreaming when too impassioned of getting down to business with two and a half men. thus the caption ''i am in this business for some action." in memory of the ill mortal who recently passed. end! (that did not feel solid) Naaah man it was pretty illin'...good luck! cool
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:35 am
Picnic tryna get sick wit it, endin up wit diss, slit digits
As his decapitated corpse responds wit intimate fidgets
Ya claims are illegitimate, I simply flick midgets
Their limbs are too weak, so they wicked bit it however they spit it.
Ya ambiguities,
Expedite overrated lyrics and delivery
As my lines vigorously,
Strip you of your witchery
My ironic technological tectonics,
Reveal your failures, monotonous,
As you allegedly tried to stop this,
But only copy and pasted a bunch of nonsense.
I'm reason you only Spring in certain seasons,
The bleeding internally, mentally reaping
Your decreasing peace and deceasing
The demons and heathens in your meaning
Ya writtens are leave me spinning, circles, Which
Means minutes are dimming, b***h
Ya limit is unlimited,
I don't even know why you're spitting, b***h
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 11:36 am
Damn, I actually thought this was one of my doper verses lol. Concise af.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 2:25 pm
heads roll as if your tongue's been given the right to talk
but i'll hand it to you while plaguing you with writer's block
prepare you with stuffing and serve your rhymes by the stock
since they mean well but sell like some shemale's sea shells
down by the docks to lonely sailors who hail for hookers.
in preparing for a picnic, i see you have read the book first
yet for your diction nary gives you yet what foot works
best when your blade tango fails to prevail with details
entailed. i came to return the favor with a new saber
one wreaks of death yet the second's your favorite flavor
generating smells that alter animal behaviors promptly
like the b***h before me dearing to bable on. funny. players
of your calibur lack soul therefore the funk skunks pursue
isn't in you young padawan. so as i'm here for adding on
dogs in your case can chase headlights before headlice
cause your dead drive couldn't even scatter ants in Babylon
(not one of my better verses, just waking up, but oh well but that woke me up to want to post a good third verse by comparison. so, waiting on you)
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 3:49 pm
I never had the write to talk, I type to talk
Staring at my screen hoping that ya might get off
Ya life always a ******** picnic, go get a job
And get out of ya ******** undercroft
Go ahead and question against me,
And end up lying face down on a one wheeled 10 speed
With chains coiled around ya, been in kidneys,
Eyes glowing green, lying near a ripped tee
You aint the hulk, or anything incredible.
By normal standards, you’re socially unacceptable.
Stuck on a pedestal, about to jump off the highest edge, to fall
Trying to start beef with me, odds are you’ll soon be a vegetable.
This f*****t Voldo is trying to be creative
And his thoughs are far from sedative,
But if he doesn’t put his talons away and quit instigating,
I’m gonna come to his basement and take him up on his invitation.
I’ll stab him wit his own claws up his a**s raw,
Swap his eyes and testicles and take his goggles off,
And show this f*****t the most ******** up s**t he ever saw
Til I rock him like I’m mother ******** Astaroth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:03 pm
dear mortal, i see you went ham since you warn against beef
hungry for words? i'll be your chef. prepare for something to eat.
ever seen hannibal lecter feed your community better?
these two cannon ball specters of mine were returning your letters
maybe in invisible ink? i think not. but just as the spit is fowl
so will be your misfortune. disappeared. unknown to mister owl.
you won't be missed, just overlooked, trying what i throw in hooks
i see today you've played your hand and even your hand is shook.
congratulations on the lack of maturation from my flatulence
we know you fancy my droppings so check your kitchen cabinet.
the crew has seen that you can only emphasize by profanity
so an old prince dumped "s**t" in the kidneys of your VANITY,
fed you krusty-o's with nothing but jagged grains of grime
and filmed it. even if you saw this little game of mine
live, simplifying the execution, i'll pretend that i had a fit
and begin by bashing in your face worse than in Pan's Labyrinth.
(i will explain)
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 1:20 pm
a picnic dear mortal, i see you went ham since you warn against beef hungry for words? i'll be your chef. prepare for something to eat. ever seen hannibal lecter feed your community better? these two cannon ball specters of mine were returning your letters maybe in invisible ink? i think not. but just as the spit is fowl so will be your misfortune. disappeared. unknown to mister owl. you won't be missed, just overlooked, trying what i throw in hooks i see today you've played your hand and even your hand is shook. congratulations on the lack of maturation from my flatulence we know you fancy my droppings so check your kitchen cabinet. the crew has seen that you can only emphasize by profanity so an old prince dumped "s**t" in the kidneys of your VANITY, fed you krusty-o's with nothing but jagged grains of grime and filmed it. even if you saw this little game of mine live, simplifying the execution, i'll pretend that i had a fit and begin by bashing in your face worse than in Pan's Labyrinth. (i will explain)
line 4 - 5: cannon ball specters, the contents of my testicles, perceived prior in rhyme, wrote you back on the only surface you could not read, more white paper. later, given that different ejaculations can have different smells and taste, in accordance to information in a psych course i attended, i referred that to the smell of foul breath carried in the saliva. given that it takes time to travel, it'll smell worse over time. =P
line 6: mister owl, 'the world may never know' what happened to you. that is all.
line 7: missed and overlooked have similar meanings if applied in the proper context, which i avoided purposely. also, 'trying what i throw in hooks' is a bad attempt at a punch line, i will admit, but its saying that, whereas the distance for a hook is short itself, you can only do damage if you get up close.
line 12-13: a bad execution of an xzibit joke, comparing "s**t" to grime, which all ends up in the same place once down the drain. krusty-o's are a type of cereal featured in an older simpson's episode in which a jagged metal version of the cereal was hiding in the box. 'old prince' was an old username of mine on a prior account before i changed it. and vanity is an old sex symbol who's one year marriage was met with a divorce in part due to the damage to her kidneys [if i got it right] from prolonged drug abuse. also, another twist. she was [the artist formerly known as] prince's ex prior to the aforementioned engagement.
line 14: a reference to the film titled 'saw', coupled with action in the last two lines.
line 16: observe.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:49 am
Holy s**t...yáll went straight for each others THROATS! Only one man can get my vote though...nD I'ma have to give it to:
Vote: Illmortal[/u
I gotta say though...picnic if you had of came as hard as you did in that 3rd verse...you probably would have crush'd this s**t...consistency homie...its key...
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:11 am
-_5uWo0_- Holy s**t...yáll went straight for each others THROATS! Only one man can get my vote though...nD I'ma have to give it to: Vote: IllmortalI gotta say though...picnic if you had of came as hard as you did in that 3rd verse...you probably would have crush'd this s**t...consistency homie...its key... thanks for calling the victor although he has one more verse to go. and isn't one suppose to be better each verse as opposed to dropping the same scheme per verse? so of course i did my best on my last go.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2011 12:21 pm
a picnic -_5uWo0_- Holy s**t...yáll went straight for each others THROATS! Only one man can get my vote though...nD I'ma have to give it to: Vote: IllmortalI gotta say though...picnic if you had of came as hard as you did in that 3rd verse...you probably would have crush'd this s**t...consistency homie...its key... thanks for calling the victor although he has one more verse to go. and isn't one suppose to be better each verse as opposed to dropping the same scheme per verse? so of course i did my best on my last go. Oh s**t my bad i miscount'd! sweatdrop nD I wasnt necessarily sayin the same scheme...just the same quality... stare
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