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The first rap arena did extremely well, so I thought I'd bring it back. I've asked Strop if it was okay, and he missed it too.
The rules are simple,
Rap hard!
There is no end, just rapping.
I'll start.
Well,
I'm sittin here on my chair,
Wonderin if this is fair,
cause everyone knows that it's summertime.
And that's when I break out these crazy rhymes.
As I type all of these words,
that no one's ever heard,
I think about who I am,
do my raps sound like a lamb?
And then I get back to business,
Everything's fine
Cause I'm Flappybob999.
Small, I know, but that was the opening.
Ive been watching from the sidelines
Chilling in the back
You say you are the king but the ace is back
I am here to usurp your throne
Because your lyricaal skills are making me moan
You are in fact the skater_kid_who_got_pwned!
Shizzin, bizzin, dazling.
Kilin, millin. Doing drugs n cocaine.
Hot girl here and one there. If you pimpin throw yo hands in the air.
Shazzilin, Gagilin
There. A perfect rap song.
ah, you ring out the worst of rap...
O god drace
your a discrace
I can't even stnad to look at your face!
Did you even read the lines of the book?
Page 6, section 3
it says the drace can't beat me!
Nice job woody!
Red China on the scene:
May be new but I ain't green
Invasion by an Asian's
what you haven't seen,
I mean
We be blasting through your screen,
With lead and melamine
You think it's all serene
But some things were unforeseen.
We reconvene
As the Communist machine;
Twelve thousand Red Marines
Bourgeoisie is getting cleaned.
I suck but i don't care...
I ain't a fool
im just so cool
your so ugly
you look like pee
i mean urine on your face
tthats a discrace
i bet its bad taste
don't add viagara to your vagina!
I KNOW I SUCK BADDLY LOL!
Invisibility
Tranquility
Whats going through mind
Your wasting to much time
Your terrible at this rap
Get off your D** back
Just stop
Short but major radness.
Kinda.
Fly up
go down
circle
all around
running faster
than when
you asked her
disaster?
no master.
turn around
hit the ground
get aground
hear that sound?
hear that hound?
stand that mound
now you're allowed
to stop drop and roll
flow like the flow
stop and a go
flow almighty so...
Hear that silence?
i can't either,
so why bother?
it'll be smothered
to the brig
to the black
bring it back
where you at?
Rymin' in time 'n
and I'm in
like simon
but he's dyin
pain is arisin
if i get my rhymes right
and my timin's right(like always!)
it's like dynamite
the sound bytes
bite
with all the might
there ain't no fight (by bye!)
I'll ask you why and you'll tell me bye
"there aint no way and there ain't no time"
well I got time
and all the rhymes I would need
yes indeed,
no weed
and I speed
like I deed
see in time
I get like limes
sour, but sick (so good)
I'll go with a flick
but I'll be back like a prick
ick
What was that s#it?
You just throw rymes together and think it's a rap?
You gotta use your heart
let it play it's part.
you just throwing empty words
your all such sorry nerds
but you new I can see that
so nice of you to step up and bat
but let me give you a lesson in rythem
rymeing a word with it's self aint cool
so pull up a seat, and pop some corn
while your at it turn off your porn
cause i'm the one who rules around here
make you all look like fools
cause i took the thunder you never had
now i pull the lever and open the door
now allright Mr. fancy rap, the floors all yours.
yo pathetic ryhmes have awakened me from my pit
when it came to rap school you couldnt even pass the fifth
grade but not me cos im a renegade
and im heralding the dawn of a new age
and you fake ass rappers will fade
into obscurity
either that or youll need security
gaurds cos il break you like glass and throw away the shards
Let's see here
drop your beer
fly
ride
don't get high
you know why
you run away
cause you scared
of the way
that i say
my rhymes
in time
My rhymin's right
my timin's right
it's like dynamite
those other guys won't even put up a fight
i can last all through the night
you see my might?
it's all right
i got it
not this
but bring this
back home
cause I bring the pain
and the rain
it's not the same
with you and your game
"the floor's all yours"
fight this one more
time
you see this rhyme?
it's just in time
i can hear your whine
your going to dine
Sry, I was completely bored...
Yo...
You think you can rhyme?
Ya think yer that sublime?
That rap's got worse taste than brine
You need to clean up that grime.
Hey, wanna lime?
You think you're great?
Here, write this down.
Look, you ain't nuthin.
Your underwear is brown.
You need to get some lessons.
I'll be here from 2 to 3.
Although this is a helpless cause
But I have some time that's free.
You ain't got rhythm
You ain't got heart
You can't keep a beat
You got smelly farts.
Stay away from them beans
Stop eatin the burritos
And for goodness sake
STAY AWAY FROM THEM CHEETOS
Rapping's an art
It comes from the heart.
It pumps and it flows.
Everywhere it goes.
The sights
The sounds
The sky
The ground
The place
The time
Remember
To practice
Do this and you might end up like me
I'll write a haiku about the sun, see?
It comes from the east
And travels across the sky
To rest in Darkess.
Word...
Hey y'all, It's slliM
Here on AG
All the ladies hit the floor when they catch wind of me
I'm like so fly
Like a bird, like a bee
But all y'all's rap is crap, can't you see?
Ain't nobody in the world as good as this
When they here ya rap
They think your drinkin piss.
Not just rap
I can rock real hard
Can you hear me play the tune on this little guitar?
We get water from a bottle
Real drinks in a glass
Now we all know that I hit that a$$
Now you get my point
That I'm the best
Now go put back on your sweater vest.
Word.
lol jk.
Anybody would hit the floor
When they catch your wind
Cause you smell like an animal
That's just been killed and skinned
I bring justice to you fools
And I be gunning for your jewels
Can't stop my running I'm too cunning
When you adjustin' I be bustin'
Down these rules
This ain't no schools
You guys don't know
What you coming against
Cause when Parsat comes along here
The real rap $hit has commenced
I don't wanna hear no talk bout streets an all dat thug from way back wen
Bin a bad boy, ill destroy ur joy, gotta toy that'll put dat shit to a end
That and i walk the walk cos i talk the talk, u got a problem, step 2 me then
Otherwise don't pretend, stop, breathe, count to ten
Keep on chattin or get the leng
I stand up tall, I don't bend
So if you got a crew, go get your men
We can meet up, say where and wen
I'll be on time like Big Ben
Couldn't ever take me for a speng
And I ain't saying it again
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