aight aight aight, ill be rapping my next rap in 63 days, thats december 16th mark your calenders accordingly

Iunno much about mayweather, cept he kept postponing his fight with pacquio until the real champ lost interest

except they are totally fighting and all you need to know is he's undefeated. period.

that mutha****a been saying its gonna happen for like 6 years, no exag

yeah, very true. it's getting more and more official by the day nowatimes tho. honestly i remember reading too (and this isn't taking sides, i have love for pacquiao) that pac-man failed a drug test in a preliminary thing setting up for a fight.

yeah and refs may have rigged a fight for him recently

but if thats not boxing, i dont know what is amirite

Feeling cybersocially obligated to write raps
twisting the cap back, I choose you
"Doperapumon!"
he's a young gun but the spirit is strong and in his youth he was tested
doperapumon uses: super crystal leaves and that shit is super effective
we honorable victors
but wtf
no badge to be had
shoulda figured this place aint no gym
doperapumon! we've been had
by this punk ass gary wait thats the old game now his name is
surrel
surrel uses : wack and it missed!
"wack wack wack"
"stfu wack im trying to rap!"says surrel
"wack wack wack"- says the sucka mc type pokemon wack
surrells pokemon keeps ignoring his ineffectual leadership

I'm the dragon reborn, Lyrically I've mastered zen,
When i grasp a pen, it strikes fear into the hearts of men,
you can see how my art dispensed of half of them.
Never to laugh again, cos every bar i send just sparks the end.
they're scared of surell too, they keep praying "please surell don't fart again",
Cos what comes out is the harshest stench, so please make sure that your arse is clenched.
His mum kicked him out now he's sleeping on a park bench,
And he's gone a bit mad, got split personalities like Clarke Kent.
Except none are super heros, however I think one of them is half french,
So when we speak about him now it's always in the past tense.
I've lived so many lives now, immortal, ive never known a grave,
Lost count of all the homes ive made, I lived in Africa in the olden days,
stayed young while everyone I loved grew old and grey,
one day the soldiers came, my friends they stole away and sold as slaves.
I remember lives ive lived with wives and kids,
Can't deny that I've cried cos when they died I did.
I saw jesus the day he got crucified,
his soul past away but still the truth survived,
Gave freedom to people who always used to hide,
No longer scrutinised, cos through the lies they saw the proof arise.
I saw brutus betray the power of cesar,
and before it went all wonky I saw the tower of pizza,
I was the first man alive, my son's were able and kane,
all the mistakes that I've made I'll probably make em again,
so next time Surell starts rapping I'll have to take him in chains,
it feels like he's raping my brain so I have to make him feel pain.

back for second helpings
here comes the stuttering butter fing-
ger letter fettered and better wetter more steady
and ready to get messy like ms. frizzle.
Only stopped short of saying
"off the hizzle", but even he's not that wack.

definetely not black
listed, listed under listed as
on the no fly list
actions speak louder than words
even among the limp wristed
pound fisted and sterling odor of
insolvent rappers going broke in their pants
all in anticipation of
an aids worker
back for second helpings

Sparky. I thought you were putting a poll on this???


Surell... your seven day countdown was so pointless even you lost interest. Ha ha. But seriously, you must have some new lyrics by now.

Round 2!

FIGHT!!!!

Surell got eaten whole, but that's just for starters, he's mc canapé,
some other rappers rhymed, they spat their lines so asinine, but then they ran away.
its a fact that nine, chaps at a time, attacked to find I'd just snapped their spines, the music Banter way.
But that's just fine, cos in a match of minds, any man I play gets a smacked behind.
You're just a w@nker mate, heard you've groomed kids from santa fe to tampa bay,
til folk began to say, you've pleased more young boys than Santa's sleigh.
This time I plan to stay, now tell the truth mate can you say, that didn't cause your hands to quake?
I've reached a phantom state, raised the stakes but you still bantamweight,
pressures rising like a can you shake, I won't just break you mate I'll amputate,
I'll blow you mind like eight grams of flake, thats your fate and you can't stand the taste,
Then my fist slams your face, and lays all your plans to waste.