Okay, now my thesis is done, I've thought about it and decided now is a good time as any to work on my verbal skills. The idea is this:
* Give me a topic, and a style (of a person, or the name of a style). I will attempt to write a verse or two accordingly.
* If you could, give me links to the topic and examples of the style.
* No redistribution, please. The verses I write here are mine.
For example, in a previous thread, Klaushouse asked me to do a rap in the style of Kanye West on the topic of Pokemon, so I wrote one that could be rapped to Homecoming.
Yo, what you peeps doin, ya think you can rhyme? I heard better tunes from tha baseball chime! My rhymes be trippin! They off tha hook! Even your girlfriend gave me a certain look! If ya hear a beat, remember tha name, cuz SkullZero here, started tha game!
yeah, bring it eyetwictch, but be careful not to get caught in the cross-fire :P
Let's get it crunk'd up in here! YEEEEEAH, WHUT!
So I log into the forums, aite- and guess what meets my, sight? These flim-flam knick-nack whacked-out posts that shouldn't see the light of day- What can I say to this house full of pretenders? I'll douse you in good sense and hang you from suspenders! Not like your feet touch the ground, all I hear is empty sound, You'd make like a siren if I spun you round and round, It's not that I hate on y'all it's just the way it's got to be, It's natural order when I'm on the floor there's only room for me!
(Yeah, Strop, way to burn bridges lol. Keep them coming!)
you dont know talk you dont know how to rap. maybe i should give you a map to get out your shut out shut in. now were to go. You run and run but you dont know that spam is around messin around yeah yeah what
i cant rap for crap that was a crime rhyme that was lame and im ashamed. gezz
I don't really know how to rap... I just like to stand by and clap However just this once I'll Join in, But I'll probably end up in a wheelie bin!
KingRyan's my name, you know that, I once knocked someone out with a baseball bat. Some people say I'm bright YOu know they might be right... But deep down I'm just boy with a laptop Who can't think of anything that rhymes with 'laptop'
So I heard there was a competition going down, About who could rap the best from all around, I thought I would join in, but as you can see I suck at rapping a-diddle-lee-de!
Klaushouse is so friggin' cool, He smokes a blunt in the middle of school, His teachers say no, So he takes out his hoe, His gardenning tool that is, And shows her who is, The king of the garden!
Well It seems that Strop isn't here at the mo, To beat us at this rapping game, yo! To tell the truth the knockout was a lie, I actually only gave them a black eye. So newaiz you know I'm pretty cool, Much cooler than that Klaushouse fool! Everyone knows that drugs are bad, Especially dope and it makes the fuzz mad!
Well it seems like no one else wants to verse me at rap! Maybe I was better then just having to clap! Well anyway heres a sit to rap to: The Life and Times of a bit of a Port-a-Loo!
Being A port-a-loo isn't that fun... Hey what happens if someone has to run... And I don't mean the running where you move quick I mean the running where your poo is like an oil slick!
So Anyway I just ordered some pizza I hate doing that it makes me really....um....dizza?...lizza?
I give up this is quite silly Hurry up someone and come and beat me willy nilly Adios my friends - don't go dyin! Remember, my name is..,
Strop is at a lose for words, I like birds, But I am the best rapper, I just came back from the crapper, Anyways my rap is so good, Better then it should, be! You all envy, me! It's ok though cause I care About you and I am fair mayor, hair, lair! My lyrics are so Sweet When I speak, I bleed sugar, My lyrics are so volatile, chicks spew bile, at the sound of my words. god I rock at life I like to eat bread with a knife
IM THE, RAPAMAGICIAN! You gotta listen, I pull rhymes outa my colar, Thats why I am paid the top dollar, fool! izzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzle izzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzle izzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzleizzle
'kay, what's with people talking about- Their number twos, can't you watch what you spout- Or is it both ends are one and the same, Or you think grossing me out will win you the game? Wake up! You guys got an a** for a mouth? Do your minds naturally travel to the south- To the dark precincts of base instincts, To a place where everything simply stinks?
Klaushouse you ain't gonna win, Strop will just put you in tha bin! First how can you bleed sugar? Strop will think you're minds made of Sugar! Second why would you want the chicks To spew bile at your lame lyricks? You would want them to scream with joy. Or yell out 'You rock hot boy!' As you can see I have clearly won! Wowee this was quite some fun!
Adios me friends and don't go spying! Don't forget my name is
