oojay

never underestimate the power of my arsenal/
like an Abu Graibh guard youre about to get court martialed/
ive got your lady on her knees gettin' ready to please me/
she's takin' shots in the mouth like she's huntin' with D1ck Cheney/
just like a bloodhound i can smell your fear/
your rhymes are goin' downhill like an olympic class skier/
i can understand where youre comin' from/
understand why youre soundin' dumb/
i saw your bio pic i understand why you aint gettin' none/
im feelin your resistance like a 40 ohm speaker/
with every rhyme that i spit i feel you gettin' weaker/
like some tarnished silverware youve lost your shine/
you used to have respect but now its all mine/
you may have had skills but from grace you fell/
youve gone down in flames like Ashlee Simpson's SNL/
ive got more flow than a river/
when i rap i see you shiver/
my rhymes'll cut you in half and have folks hollerin' "timber!"/
take a tip from Michelle Kwan and quit before you lose/
before my string of rhymes becomes a deadly noose/
its impossible to beat me like a 30 foot drum/
im covered in metals/
youre covered in cum/
this aint the Olympics but here's your closin' ceremony/
you try to battle me youll be residin' in a cemetary/

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oojay

edit: does anyone else think this thread should be moved to the new games/polls forum?

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TrampInaTux

No-we're writing raps, which are classed as songs. So it shouldn't be moved. I'll write a rap up when I have time.

oojay

im just saying it would prolly get more post if it was in the other forum bc many ppl dont look at the song writing forum.

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TrampInaTux

Don't put this in the lounge it belongs here/
where all the song writing talent can nearly taste your fear/
all you have to offer is your recycled rhymes/
trust me Kid I see your type all the time/
you spend an hour writing a freestyle/
you need to not take such a long while/
cos while you're writing I'm getting better/
honing my skills to chop you up like Feta/
cheese, like that between your toes/
yellow like the colour of your d1ck after time with your hoes/
cos they nasty man you need to get yourself a good girl/
I'm out here test driving your mom, then I give your sis a whirl/
slapping her ass as she screaming like a hound/
riding her like a pony, we go round and round/
go back home and cry in your pillow/
knowing that you were owned by a smelly hobo/
so next time you see a tramp lying down on the streets/
throw them a coin before they whup you with their wicked beats/

oojay

spend an hour on a rhyme?/
you know that aint my style/
my raps flow automatic/
like i got that $hit on file/
you called my raps recycled/
i think i know what you meant/
theyre soothin' to the body and they help the environment/
your rhymes musta missed the recycle bin and gone staight into the trash/
cuz that last verse you wrote stinks worse than the $hit that comes outta my a$$/
so let the battle commence/
but before you even move/
ive already beat you/
you wanna see the proof?/
just look at your reflection/
stare deep into your eyes/
you keep tellin' yourself youre good/
but even you dont believe the lies/
just give up already/
theres no use fightin'/
theres plenty of rhymes in the lyrical sea but for you the fish aint bitin'/
youre easier to figure out than a connect-the-dots puzzle/
lets hear you crack a joke with your mouth around my muzzle/
my verses are timeless like a watch with no battery/
you could try suckin' up but thats nothin' but flattery/
once again ive beaten you up and down this forum/
i think its time for you to have a change of decorum/
maybe find a website that plays to your skills/
i know it might be hard it could take a little luck/
wait a minute...........you dont have any skills/
well i guess its time for you to shut the f**k up/

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DontRunMeOver

Your verse are timeless, that sums them up just fine
No sense of rhythm, no sense of time
Rambling like a gramophone that keeps getting jogged
Oojay’s brain is like clockwork… hear the slow, ticking cogs
His rhymes are ageless like the ocean and just as undirected
With its gentle, ineffectual lapping, while my words are electric
My lines are like electric fence, don’t mess or you’ll be singed
My brain’s just like a van der graaf, it makes an afro of your fringe
So while your were wasting time on winding that clock
I bought me a fishing boat, went down to the dock
I trawled every inch of that “lyrical sea”
And grabbed every phrase that ever could be
So bring on the battle, I’ll offer no quarter
All you’ve got left is effluent water

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oojay

fresh meat*cracks knuckles*

edit: welcome back. ill reply tomorrow when i get some time.

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oojay

welcome back little buddy/
its been a while since we've battled/
i thought id scared you off/
i guess i had you a little rattled/
your rhymes are slackin' off/
youre gettin' a little rusty/
youve been away from the game too long/
your repetoire's a little dusty/
your lyrical development is arrested/
because your writes have remained silent/
you wanna call a nigga out?!/
youre 'bout to make a nigga turn violent/
you speak of my lyrical sea as if you know how to fish/
but your nets came up empty/
rap's definitely not your niche/
if the way you write your rhymes/
is any indication of your life/
youve got a half-ass car and a half-ass house/
some half-ass kids and a half-ass wife/
youre runnin' with the big dogs/
youd better get used to the pressure/
stealin' my "electric fence" line/
thats no honorable gesture/
try workin' on some new rhymes/
maybe take another vacation/
'cuz this battle that youve started/
has ended with your summation/

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DontRunMeOver

Rhyming line with rhymes, silent with violent?
You’ll get constipation with that much cheese in your diet
Your lines are now so out of date, they’ve started taking pensions
But, yeah I like to pillage, if I’m feeling like a Viking
I battle how I like, screw the Geneva convention
So if I want I’ll take your lyrics, when I find some to my liking
Do I have to lock you in a fridge to teach you how to chill?
I’ll steal your lines and make them mine, just like I stole your girl
Cos I take what I want, when I'm feeling so inclined
I wanted to take more, but they were the only good ones I could find
If you're quitting, you can follow the arrows, they're all pointing to the door
Cos I’m ready to take this battle to a full blown war
I’m calling you out like an umpire in a game of cricket
‘Cos too many guys have hit their balls against your middle wicket

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