Rap...reincarnated (perhaps?)

This contest has really hotted up...

Mr Mouse, you have made me laugh and cough out my cereal with your summary of the raps so far.

Andrea, your rap is class and not like the other debaucherous efforts on here.

Hellon, this thread is inspiring and reigniting the past glory feeling of this sit. I thank you.

and Larry, Larry, Larry, is that all?

Soooo much fun reading these...please no one take offence at my ramblings, all in the name of the battle.

Stop apologising
sounds like the records stuck
in the groove goin' suck suck suck
cos' that's how it is
be frank
you can't
even wank
yourselves out of a paper bag
you're all fags in drag
with your empty brags
the girls on this site
we're crass and fast
we can talk the talk
while kickin' sorry ass!

I'm 2pac in another wrapper
I just need to clear my clapper
It's been to long, glad to be back
I'm not here to cut any slack
I can split hairs, cutting a rug
Show you my finger like a thug
My last words were expletive you
I'm reincarnated thru & thru

Nice to see you back Mike....

Alright, alright!

Someone cracked the branch
where this owl fellow sat peacefully at...
And no, before anyone asks,
I am not fat. O_O
I simply sat on the branch,
watching y'all guys
be like cattle on a ranch.

Yes, like cows
bowing your head down as you ate grass
with your filthy, dirty mouths

But guess what? Haha
Yes, cash in, cash in, dudes!
Before any of you mad cows,
stomped on the tree I sat
I flew!
With my wings flip flap flip flop
Lifting this owl above the rapping crew.

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Oh snap!

Andrea, you got this.

OMG...is Luce the silent bomb...or are there even more closet rappers out there???

Clearly it is plain to see
That no one here can spit like me.
I've watched, I've laughed and done my best,
But now I'm back at rhyme's behest.
Filth is all I hear in here
And now, in truth, I do so fear
That I am lowered to such a point
As you here bitches, but I anoint
Myself as King of all that flows -
You suckers are shit and your rhyming blows.
Do I have to speak tits? Do I have to talk balls
Just for all of you pathetic fools
To laugh and dribble at naughty words?
Do I have to call poo a smelly turd
To raise a grin and make you smile?
Go on - do it - while all the while
I sit here knowing that in my fingers
I am the one and only harbinger
Of true poetry, which can be seen in rap -
Go and write as I take a crap
Which is in perfect harmony
To the shit you write compared to me
No more edits for these 'bitches' and 'tits' -
Sorry, do I offend a little bit?
You want a battle - you want a war -
Don't cry when your milk falls on the floor!
Get out your guns - no - peashooters, really,
How I laugh with positive glee
As I pull out this dynamite
And set light to all of the shite
That I am reading - come on - bow down.....
I'm clearly the sheriff in this crap town.

But King Lear was still a king
And had the power to kill and bring
Destruction on all those around
When they made noises or made a sound
That was offensive to his ear,
So now I make one thing as clear
As I can make it to such a fool:
Listen to the golden rule.
Your words are forced, your metre out,
Do not come here and scream and flout
That which isn't your natural game;
For this right here is not the same
As the words that you would write
At other times - at this you're shite.
Such beauty I see in your verse
Normally, but here I curse
You with looking like a fool;
Am I hip and am I cool?
Absolutely. I'm up there
With the best but cannot share
The genius, with which I'm blessed......
You have my sympathy. You did your best.

Here we go again...

Now go home you fools
waddle off in nappies
daddy is here
to lay down this rapee

You talk the talk
but you ain't talking words
when all I can smell
are steaming turds

Get out your guns
bought from lads mags
take them out of
your, ooh, I'm a lady
...handbags

Spin me some rhymes
spin me a tune
bring it on
you bunch of
buffoons

I tear out your throat
with beat so dope
wash out those potty mouths
with soap on a rope

So carry on with
laying yer rants down
coz you know
against mine, you're
caught with your
pants down.

My rhymes and lyrics
are ever so nasty,
because I am the one
the only...

Mr Darcy

Bring it on fools...

I'm loving every one of these...keep it up guys.

OMG...I wonder what the answer to this one will be...all good fun peeps!!!

The fool brought it on
with spaghetti letters
puked in his bowl
I hope he feels better

Wipe his mouth,
yes all of it, for
he's talking crap
spouting manure

and the cure is...

The purest,
that's this thread is,
I guess,
is to release the vex
and leave just jest,
and good vibes

Is this contrive?

This thread, this site
inspires once more
the community,
the support and applause

So, well done Hellon
for making this fun
and for all the rappers
who brought on their guns

The pens and quills
and the crayons that shout
will continue to write
whatever they bout

Peace out

Yes - now is the time for us to pat
Ourselves on the back for writing such phat
lyrics and rap that we can applaud;
We all must rise and thus award
Ourselves as winners - everyone -
my ink is dry and I am done.
Thank you all for challenging me,
But now it's clear and plain to see,
That one or two have punched and fought
And to mine ears have truly brought
Great swathes of mirth - truly, a grin.....
We all wear badges that say "win"!

Thanks all, I'm out - a truly fun thread!

I'm truly gobsmacked at the input here...is it now over?...raises eyebrows....

Mad Poet

newsflash
found stash
the story was told
that a two year old
had 11 vials of crack
in his backpack
at the daycare
who, what, and where

questions blowing my mind
no answers can I find
to make any sense of this
is there something I've missed

It gets even worse
ah, the mad poet's curse
42 year old priest
becomes the devil's beast
raping an 11 year old female
while reciting a biblical tale

I wonder if it was the apocalyspe
as he plowed into her baby hips
and did he bless her
did he even bother
or just tell her
to say 8 hail Mary's
and an "our father"

because like everything else
it's the child's fault
for being taught
to trust the adult

am I angry
you better know it
and can only express my outrage
as a mad poet......

Bob Shank

Acceptance

you hate me
trying to equate me
to who I should be
rather than the reality
of who I am
DAMN

you want to clone me
tone me
to your preference
I need a reference
to relate
PARTICIPATE

I've been outcast
because of the past
unforgiven
not fit for living
but I'm staying
PRAYING

that you'll learn
tables turn

and one day

your reality
will be me
will you accept it
reject it
or dwell
in social hell
become opaque
treated like the plague
a disease
PLEASE

you'll cry
and try
to be accepted
but you're infected
no longer sacred
due to hatred
only you
lonely you
needing a friend
in the end
who shall it be
ME

Bob Shank
Be careful who you exclude, who you elude,
for your life may someday depend on them.....peace

World War Three (Rant)

No guns
just tons
of dope
killing hope
crack vials
crooked trials
senseless death
last breath
can't speak
to weak
to stand upright
losing the fight
of dedication
to my nation
that wants to drown
be renown
for liberty
that can't see
just "us"
means trust "us"
while you bust "us"
with rules
your jewels
power tools
that control
the soul
that is lost
the cost
our kids
hitting the skids
their pride
is suicide
their thrill
to kill
oppression
our obsession
needs regression
we're tired
of being mired
in your democracy
A.K.A. hypocrisy
all the same
"it's in the game"
no more
let's settle the score
dedicate
educate
then humiliate
the powers that be
in world war three....

Three very hard hitting verses from Bob. Anyone else game enough to take the microphone I wonder.

No, Bob just about covered it for me.
First three posts that were real,
not contrived.
And he didn't give a damn if
it's all in good fun...

^^^^

Killjoy

Oh well, that thoroughly dampens that then!

"Burn in hell"
-
All I can say is well...

...if I go to hell, I'll start the party
dancing in the fire is very freeing.
I'll feel the fever and dance all night
It's better then bathing in halo's light.
Heaven is for Christians with no sense
of time, the heart beats in rhythm and rhyme.
My soul is not forgotten nor is it lost,
people believe in God but at what cost?
All lives matter no matter how near or far
don't judge anyone for who they are.

*not so well, but I tried

^
well done, nice to see you posting.

Burning in Hell
oh how inspired?
a taste
of your genius,
a taste of your fire...

You laid down
the words, the fever
and dance.
Donned a halo
and to light
you advanced

Christmas is coming
but some ask me why
when commercialism
pivots on whether we buy

Brainwashed, hogwash
the media is soiled
If we were robots
we'd fix it with oil

Oil prices rise
higher and higher
to fuel that engine,
the economy's fire

Pay the wages
of men in suits
leaving the poor man
to eat bread and roots.

Roots taste just fine
if you drink it with wine
but wine is too pricey
so tonight the water is mine.

Respect Your Elders (A Lesson)

Coming at me from every side
I was quiet, but damn I got pride
slinging your lyrics to an fro
you need to back up, act like you know
cuz I'm an old G
you can't spit with me
been here way too long
to let you punk me with a song
speaking of hoes and gats
chasing jordans and baseball hats
nothing else under your brim
peach fuzz needing a trim,
I'm a grown ass man, you want me to believe
damn bro you can't even conceive
what a grown man truly is
he's the one handling his biz
yeah yeah, you surely paid
pushing that powder, undercover maid
on the corner ass all out
waiting for five-o and a shout
halt
my fault
you a grown ass man
sitting in the can
public defender
kingpin pretender
bargaining for a plea
pitiful, "oh woe is me"
one day you'll understand
take responsibility by the hand
become a grown ass man
if you ever can
then you'll know
I've been where you're about to go...........

Bob Shank
we all have to learn, some of us choose
the rough road, I did, but then I started
listening to those with more experiences in
life and damn, they knew what they were
talking about....peace