oojay

Must be exactly 20 lines. Ive got until midnight (my time) to post a rap. Youve got until midnight tomorrow night to reply or be DQ'd. Please, no votes until afer the battle is finished. And NO edits to your rap or you will be DQ'd.

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oojay

Yo this dude wanna call my sh*t unoriginal but thats easy for him to say/
Homeboy listens to a 7 minutes jigga freestyle and repeats every word that came from Jay/
This f@ggot keeps poppin’ off at the jaw like he got a bone to pick/
But dude needs to lay off the political herb and find a new hook to spit/
Yeah I’ll take your advice and read between the lines of life as I decide to slice ya ass in half with my rhymes that are as sharp as a knife that’ll end ya life with a single try, bust ya hype, my rhymes are smokin’ hot like they been hittin’ the pipe, but the sh*t from my pipes'll go down in time as the baddest MC with the illest rhymes/
I hit like a samurai sword, slice ya belly open with ya guts spillin' to the floor, too late to lock the door, no use wonderin' why ya assh0le is sore/
I'll pistol whip you to the hospital where the coroner will identify you as the muthaf*cka who mouthed off and to the best and was forced to crucify you/
Yo Ive got a list of victims a mile long, rhymefest, hobo, and fenix are long gone/
Their ghosts may help you write ya sh*t but ghost writers who've been beaten cant help you spit, cant help you hit, you can steal their lines but thats as far as you get/
This dude watches the “Daily Show” to get his political fix of left-wing, liberal, neo-communist bullsh*t/
You dem’s wanna “cut and run” well that’s fine with me as I cut you with a razorbade, put it to ya throat and run across ya neck with it/
Yo I’ll break up you and Ethan’s lovefest like Angelina with Brad and Jen, you can suck a mods d*ck all you want but you aint gonna f*ck me over to get this win/
Youll spit your rap to try to win a vote from the crowd, I spit my rhymes in ya face with a “F*ck You!” and I say it proud/
Yo this dude’s named after a candybar, but I’ll let ya’ll in on a little secret, the only nuts are in his mouth, there’s nothin’ hanging below his penis/
Dawg Ive seen a million of you wannabe rapper muthaf*cka come and go throughout my time and Ive destroyed EVERY ONE of you f*ckin’ f@ggots with my mad flow of rhymes/
Yo this dude’s an insomniac like Dave Attell, stayin’ up all night to write his rhymes that are still whack as hell/
I’ll cast a spell on you like a Wiccan, grab your girl and shove my d*ck in, 10 minutes later its your bitch that’ll be spittin’/
Yo this motherf*cker’ll get jaw-jacked as he falls back on his punk ass from getting’ smacked in the face by my mad raps like baseball bats/
Yo a 20 line rap, just got 1 bar left, Ive done beat you with the first 19, Snickers' dead. Ethan's next

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oojay

well, that was 20 lines when I previewed the post. w/e.

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Trauma

Alright we can cut off the lines with backslashes if they don't end appropriately ON the line, that's cool.

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oojay

yeah, justabout 20ish sounds cool to me

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DontRunMeOver

Snickers, I love your rap. Sure, its a bit short but the bit about backslashes rocks my world.

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oojay

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Trauma

Why would I presume to lock the door unless you were queer why would my ass be sore?/
And hey, oojay, I don't fetch my rhymes from Mr. Stewart, it's called using your brain; insane, how about sometime you do it?/
Think your sublime, no, just shut the fuck up, duck, take cover, to the left or right, avoid my fists/
You couldn't hold yourself in a fight, unlike Chino XL, you have a plight, you're small, bitches won't hold you because you ain't even tall/
Take a breather, this rap is probably making you mad, but you should be glad, now, you're angry over something other than the diminutive size of your dick/
Lick your blood off the ground while I pound more brain-blowing sound into your eyes, uncovering lies that have enshrounded themselves in your nasty mind like little fruit flies/
Goodbyes plague you from those that were quite opposed to seeing your face every day, and would rather run away from you than stay/
They were more inclined to jump from bridges and die, than view the snail's pace that you conservatives make, similar to the wake of a falling jet, it's enough to make your scalp bake/
You bitches have pretty much dug a ditch for yourselves to all go down and die in/
After this rap is over even you'll be convinced that Snickers is for the win, and oojay has been crumpled and 2-pointed into the garbage bin/
See the fact of the matter is you don't even know, and trust me, it shows, the visibility of your rotten agenda is as clear as a blizzard is snow/
Now go, blow another Bush in the back alley of a district court, snort some more incomprehensible republican trash into your baby brain that you refuse to abort/
Just remember while you do this that everyone will still be right here, waiting to determine who the loser is, choosing their bids wisely in this game of russian roulette/
Don't flinch, your insecure body position is no threat, I won't physically abuse you, this trauma you receive is your own debt
To me and the people, freedom is not located inside a church steeple, feebly fumbling it's way to the outside, because in there it's blind
Signed to the elements of government, freedom is bent by legislation upon it's personalised crucifix/
Made from the tears of crying minorities and the homes of those who have only enough to pay for a shelter built from sticks/
Kicks begotten from the sorrow imposed upon others, your sick mind finds rhymes to justify such crimes/
Don't commit suicide, society needs your kind to balance out the few good people that don't abide, rebelling against you and the rules but slowly winning with time/
But now know from your facial expression that you wear with solemn tears, I will been chosen as the new winner, no surprise to all our musicbanter peers/

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Trauma

Hey, oojay made quite a few posts in this, disregarding his rap.
Am I excluded from these post-whore privileges?

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oojay

vote away niggaz

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