Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd November 2014 1:51am
WINNER
Panter896
Panter896
FREESTYLE BATTLE RAP COMPETITION
Anonymous
So now this brain fried talkin' bout havin' sex wit his own mom?
You're beating yourself in this battle dog, that is soo wrong.
Are you seriously talkin' bout farts? Do you need a ride to middle
School boy, or do you want me to continue to tear you apart?
You're beating yourself in this battle dog, that is soo wrong.
Are you seriously talkin' bout farts? Do you need a ride to middle
School boy, or do you want me to continue to tear you apart?
Yo, JT,
with your fake teeth,
and fake beef,
I turn your fake beef to dead meet,
you dead son,
JT,
AKA Marilyn Mansion,
you a fag son,
I'll fck your face you're so damn hansom,
and I'm not even Gay Jeez,
relax JT,
Cat in The Hat,
Fake ass wanna be cracka MC,
I'll ruin you with one line,
I don't even need a punch line,
I was gonna bury you,
but you already dug your own grave,
you're your own best slave!
you saved me the work,
So I don't even need to dig the hole,
all I need to do is cover you in dirt...
with your fake teeth,
and fake beef,
I turn your fake beef to dead meet,
you dead son,
JT,
AKA Marilyn Mansion,
you a fag son,
I'll fck your face you're so damn hansom,
and I'm not even Gay Jeez,
relax JT,
Cat in The Hat,
Fake ass wanna be cracka MC,
I'll ruin you with one line,
I don't even need a punch line,
I was gonna bury you,
but you already dug your own grave,
you're your own best slave!
you saved me the work,
So I don't even need to dig the hole,
all I need to do is cover you in dirt...
And Section 8,
you masturbate,
so much your own avatar is glitchy,
and your talk's not tough, it's just bitchy,
as for your rhymes,
they don't even rhyme,
you'd be a better battle rapper,
if you were a fkcn mime,
you're not droppin' more raps boy,
you're just droppin' your pants boy!
∆
Poetry Vol. 1, available 10/10/14, for FREE on Amazon
you masturbate,
so much your own avatar is glitchy,
and your talk's not tough, it's just bitchy,
as for your rhymes,
they don't even rhyme,
you'd be a better battle rapper,
if you were a fkcn mime,
you're not droppin' more raps boy,
you're just droppin' your pants boy!
∆
Poetry Vol. 1, available 10/10/14, for FREE on Amazon
Aaron La,
Your avi is pathetic with some free bitchy bitches
Amor in the midst of topless low life strippers
cheap ass wack sex addict, that's ya lifes hinges
Talkin' bout rhymez, shut ya nursery irregular bars!!!
Those 300 brats ain't worth a gorl for my sight
You'd better go get ya dirty ass sum white panties
Get lost in the winds, you light weight
Or I sprinkle your burnt ashes over the seas
Your avi is pathetic with some free bitchy bitches
Amor in the midst of topless low life strippers
cheap ass wack sex addict, that's ya lifes hinges
Talkin' bout rhymez, shut ya nursery irregular bars!!!
Those 300 brats ain't worth a gorl for my sight
You'd better go get ya dirty ass sum white panties
Get lost in the winds, you light weight
Or I sprinkle your burnt ashes over the seas
Anonymous
Aaron LA, if your book is as bad as your rap, I'd give it a one star grade
Worse than Section 8 n Blade put together wit this shit. Put your dick in my face?
I'll put a bullet in your brain. "300 men" sounds more like your taste
Callin' me "hansome"? And damn son, dissing on Manson when you listen to Hanson?
Worse than Section 8 n Blade put together wit this shit. Put your dick in my face?
I'll put a bullet in your brain. "300 men" sounds more like your taste
Callin' me "hansome"? And damn son, dissing on Manson when you listen to Hanson?
Anonymous
Yo I'm back wit it, these cats skipped their turns cuz they were sad wit it
Take accountability you hillbillies can't spit, just come out wit it, no?
Well I'm about business, slice ya head clean off, send it to yo wife for christmas
Then I'll kill your whole family tree, no gimmicks, it's finished, bitch
Take accountability you hillbillies can't spit, just come out wit it, no?
Well I'm about business, slice ya head clean off, send it to yo wife for christmas
Then I'll kill your whole family tree, no gimmicks, it's finished, bitch
Oh look who's talking,
the walking dead,
from out the grave,
without a leg,
to stand on,
it's Mrs. Marilyn Manson,
AKA SugarSkull Kitten,
who are you kiddin'
only thing your spittin',
is spit on clit when your lickin',
yourself,
what else,
ah fck you're too boring,
I'm just gonna talk about myself,
you wanna diss '300 Girls',
come on boy,
how many you been with,
and your mom's rubber toys,
don't count, I really live this,
I'm about,
that LIfe,
for real,
real deal,
I live that Life,
you should be honored I'm even talkin to you,
but you're already dead so I'm talkin' through you,
like some witchcraft voodoo,
who do,
this better than me,
no one,
not dead or living,
300 Girls,
I lost count after that,
your sex talk is fiction,
mine is all fact,
so here's a shovel,
go dig up a better verse,
or better yet just bury yourself again,
I called you a cab, oh wait, it's a hearse...
Oh 8ty,
this'll be gravy,
I see you wanna play me,
come on baby,
let's go,
and for your info,
those girls on the cover aren't cheap,
they're priceless,
definitely not free but very sexy,
they the nicest,
and their not strippers,
there models and actresses,
they did the shoot for free,
for me because they love my sh!t,
they're actually kinda famous,
that's why I covered their faces,
so people wouldn't recognize them,
and then ask them a bunch of questions,
and I'm gonna name drop,
but I'll bet if I did you'd know at least one,
so stop trying to throw rocks,
at the true Rising Sun,
and as for the ashes,
over the seas,
that'd be nice,
so lovely,
I'd like to be cremated,
after my time here is done,
so I can reincarnate,
and kill you again just for fun…
AaronLa
you filthy old folk,
I ditch ur ass in a bottomless pit
you blind fold
bitches to author shit
U justify crap gorls with lies
lies don't lie to me, I'll send ya parking on flies
You believe in reincartion?
you mythycal root of superstition
everything about ya is false
falsified dead riden horse!
horse, I'll ride even on ya ghost
and frustrate ya soul to join the polar frost
and for ya Handsome cat
you've got nine lives I guess, go get some dead rats
I'll tie 'em all and lit them with lightening
cute bwoi looks like a white ghost grinning
you filthy old folk,
I ditch ur ass in a bottomless pit
you blind fold
bitches to author shit
U justify crap gorls with lies
lies don't lie to me, I'll send ya parking on flies
You believe in reincartion?
you mythycal root of superstition
everything about ya is false
falsified dead riden horse!
horse, I'll ride even on ya ghost
and frustrate ya soul to join the polar frost
and for ya Handsome cat
you've got nine lives I guess, go get some dead rats
I'll tie 'em all and lit them with lightening
cute bwoi looks like a white ghost grinning
Dude,
do yourself a favor,
slit your wrist,
and go meet your maker,
your misspelled words,
don't even rhyme,
you're a waste of space,
and battling you is a waste of time,
so I'm just going to stop,
here's where I end,
you are a terrible enemy,
I hope you make a better friend
∆
do yourself a favor,
slit your wrist,
and go meet your maker,
your misspelled words,
don't even rhyme,
you're a waste of space,
and battling you is a waste of time,
so I'm just going to stop,
here's where I end,
you are a terrible enemy,
I hope you make a better friend
∆
Anonymous
Both of you ramble like homeless burn outs
Like those filthy cart pushers that just scream and shout
I think we all know how this battle gon to turn out
Headshot you from the rooftop watch yo brains leak out
Like those filthy cart pushers that just scream and shout
I think we all know how this battle gon to turn out
Headshot you from the rooftop watch yo brains leak out
Anonymous
Aaron, why you typing smile faces in a rap battle?
'N declaring yourself winner? That's absurd, little nerd
If I were judge I'd say you were the weakest one in the herd
Laggin' behind the rest, wit a tattoo of a penis on your chest
So easy to pick off, It's getting boring, I think you should go
back to your cave and write another sad story bout 300 cocks
That no one will ever read because your writing style's so lost
Stay in this arena if you want boy, but if I were you I'd kick rocks
'N declaring yourself winner? That's absurd, little nerd
If I were judge I'd say you were the weakest one in the herd
Laggin' behind the rest, wit a tattoo of a penis on your chest
So easy to pick off, It's getting boring, I think you should go
back to your cave and write another sad story bout 300 cocks
That no one will ever read because your writing style's so lost
Stay in this arena if you want boy, but if I were you I'd kick rocks
Aaron La, You dead
I'll serve my dogs your roasted meat
The White cat smacked ya with one hit
White Cat, you snitched on ya fellow dead ghost
I'm human, so I'll say thank ya for the host
I'll hoist ya red hat above ya bald sugar skull
auction ya red cloak to some dead dulls
stich ya choky dully face with spikes
And instagram the shit for infinite likes
I'll serve my dogs your roasted meat
The White cat smacked ya with one hit
White Cat, you snitched on ya fellow dead ghost
I'm human, so I'll say thank ya for the host
I'll hoist ya red hat above ya bald sugar skull
auction ya red cloak to some dead dulls
stich ya choky dully face with spikes
And instagram the shit for infinite likes
