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.
Nothin' to say about that, your rapping, it sounds like a gnat.
Man, fool you must be desperate Look at you, like doggon ces- pit. Can't believe you would- go and do that, ryhme it wit a word like gnat. Just go home, and den answer yo- phone. Cuz, some dope sh** comin'- yo way. Look at you rappin' on my- turf. Step to me, I bury you, under the earth. Da** fool, you know you lame, I'll show- how I went 'n, got my fame, just step- into duh ring. You can't tame this beast! I'm TheMetalGrunt Bi***! 'N I ain't tryin' front! You needa catch fade B... That's right, I see that drool comin' down- from under yo lip! You mesmerized- intoxicated hypnotized! You can't fake me boy! You struggle to recreate me, I'm- one of kind, I could do this blind. I got talent, the type you ain't- nevuh seen, while you come third,- I can't help but heard- I'm TheMetalGrunt, I ain't tryn' to- front. You kno who I is, so stay out- my biz...ness. I'm one of uh kind so lemme step back'fo I blow yo mind.
I'm sorry but u fake. Take this for that & and that 'fo shit, and then you end up with you, a piece of poo. So whatcha gunna do when I step to you, this my town, ya I see that frown on yo face, a place that I'll nevuh look again, n**** you ugly.
I'm sorry but u fake. Take this for that & and that 'fo ****, and then you end up with you, a piece of poo. So whatcha gunna do when I step to you, this my town, ya I see that frown on yo face, a place that I'll nevuh look again, n**** you ugly.
It's so funny how you try an' try, and I ain't- gun' lie, I'm better dun you I'm just that fly. I could be like you, using small words- n' racial slurs, I could be whack n' use words like *shAt, but I'm sorry- that I'm better than that. What will you do when I come fo'- you, you think I'ma piece poo,- you want some of me on you! I battle wit you well Oh my g** whats that smell I'm sorry that's you, you- stank No need to thank me 'fo setting you straight I'm TheMetalGrunt G, ain't no need to act, cuzzz... in fact- I'ma bouce out, 'fo I break yo back. My rhymes heavy hitters and- my flow is tight, how u gunna- act like some type uh knight. You uh serf, so stay off my turf, I'll- bury you under duh earth Don't test me B, I'm better- den that Oh wait, I'm just piece of poo This piece of poo just bombed on- you. Whutcha gun' do when I come fo' you.
Look at all these newbies Strop, All trying you beat me too the top. I'm thought I was worst by far you know... However I'm not know, others are stooping too low. Look at MetalGrunt - he's kinda lame, And seriously is that a name. I guess I shouldn't begin flaming, Since AG is a site for gaming. Look at Flappybob copying me, He copied my cool ending you see. I copyright that right here and now. So don't copy it or I will turn you into a cow.
Cya all, I'll say goodbye. Remember my Rapping name is now:
I'm so unimpressed, you think you scare me, How can you fare against a G like me, I'm one of I kind I'll blow yo' mind, I'll turn this out, rip you limb by limb. It's funny that you think you got a chance- 'gainst me, but we'll see. You thoughts are obscene, your- Obsolete while I'm a supreme! You can't do it how I do, Not you, or you two bit krew. There ain't evuh notin' to see- That is, 'less you 'round me, I inspire miracles, it comes- so easy, to me. You see me, big P***n' on TV, I'm ain't yo everyday, celebrity, So don't step to me. I stay cool, I see your drool, comin' out from yo' lip! You still hypnotized, my flow- Nos no boundaries, no limitations No maximum, How you gun' fight it, the sensations in your spine as your mind becomes mine, I'm unbeatable, undefeatable I'm on top of my game! How else would I have achieved my fame?!
You look to the future, but I'm already there, Looking back, watching you stare, How dare you think you come over here And dis my S*I* I'm something to fear B, I don't like to be trifled with, I guess that explains why I keep- A rifle with. I'll whack in the head with some- tile just to see my girl smile, Now you need to learn I'm a genius- I got R. Kelly & O.J. past they the trial. I get you in a minute and- That's a fact, What you think happen to poor Tupac, Are you confused, you feel abused- By my ryhme, you just uh lame, So don't even talk, You evuh looked down the barrel- Of glock?
