I want a double dose of rhyme, no cheese on the dime

Double dip them words, make it more fun

Someone start right now, we've got an order for two

Rap like you're immortal, hunted by dragons

Rap like you're a traveler, a time lord like Who

Now start freakin rappin, before I do too

Rest of ya sit down and grab the flagons.

What the fuck was that?

Yo.
What the hell man, that didn't even rhyme! I got the time, I make these on a fuckin' dime! You need to git gud, stop trying too hard, or else you'll continue sounding like a fart! Mothafucka I do shit so focused it'd break yo brain, instead of your shit which is like a stain. What y'gonna run spooked? C'mon, you wasn't even nuked. kek, you think you're hot shit? Well stand there and take it! I write this crap in seconds, I ain't scared, 'cause bitch I'm prepared! I can rap at least a little, colorful as skittles, (I fuckin' love skittles), your trite's brittle, all I needs a fiddle, don't be mad cause I belittle.

Word.

am i gud.

Yeah sorry if I rustled your jimmies though, I couldn't think of anything else.

Welp, @LHG100 @DMZ I guess you two are first Guinea Pigs on the chopping block unless both of your object to it.

Let's do this shit.

fite me ill rek u dmz

'Lets do this' you say

Your raps are as extinct as the dodo today

You think you can fite me

You can't even touch me

So stop, go home, let me enjoy my big day.

I meant on another thread not on the this XD

Oh well, you can continue here I guess lol

@ClocktowerEchosLook at me...this is my thread now.

Yo whatcha think you are, you think you the star? Not today, I'mma dragon kick yo ass into the milky way! I ain't playin', I ain't be hatin', It's just I honestly can't give you a ten outta ten, your raps' so uncool it should just drop offa big ben! Ya'll seein' this kid? Shieet, he's like a panicked squid. Get yo dope, have a toke, I'm here all night blokes.

...What, y'not entertained? Alright, for your sake I tried to refrain. You're unleashing a can of whoop-ass you can't contain. I'm high on my stash o' grass, you'll be so confused you'll be floppin' round like a bass, you shoulda passed lass I ain't gonna cut back, you're gettin' no slack, y'gonna get whacked back-to-back, I got a knack, not gonna lay back, get prepared for a panic attack! When I'm done with you son you'll need a gun to defend, if you didn't try to outrun or blend, 'friend'. Y'know you're a shock, just all talk, everyone about to gawk, you should just walk, whatcha gonna do, balk? C'mon fam this is ad-hoc, you can do better then this, somethin's amiss, you've remiss, y'bout to dismiss?

Goddamn this is so fun seriously. Feel free to make the thread whenever Echos!

Petition to ask competitors who are willing to make voice recordings of their raps for us flow-disabled simpletons. To an accompanying beat chosen by the judge or by @ClocktowerEchos of course.
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N-no-no! I sound stupid.. I'm still getting the hang of this.

@LHG100You think you sound good, your raps ain't shit. I get better verses with a roofie hit. You got some gay ass alien as your profile pic, might as well admit you cry to chick flicks. You talk trash to me, you ain't got the cash to be, you have the chance now to flee.

Your verses are phat in no good way, like your momma, out cold and barely okay. My lines are fresh, they're bleeding edge, razor sharp verses of the primordial age. That's how I roll, that's how I win, not by stringing some random words till I get a random grin. This be RPG, not Scientology, your lines as toxic as an effigy. So stop pretending your raps are worth a damn, better step out now and vanish, Alakazam!

OH MY GOD.

I got rekt...

Edit: seriously though that was amazing. 10/10, schooled me what good.

Alright... Time to apply myself! Round two asshole, FITE.

You got skills, I'll give you that. But your fancy shit won't save your ass! Time to unleash the beast, feel the beat, purge the weak, think on my feet! You're stale, pale, pride 'fore a fall, about to lose it all...

I'm ready! Let's go!

You think you're some sort of unbeatable overlord? Think your rhymes an invincible horde? What, some sorta genghis khan? OH YEAH? GET RAPPED ON! I'm dropping some rhymes double-time absolutely sublime, turning it up, burning it up, it's pretty concerning, disconcerting that I'm learning, yearning, churning, spurning your 'oh-so-slick' shit that makes me sick. Don't deny it; you're falling, bawling, squalling, stalling, crawling, my abilities' getting to be apalling, installing some knowledge, you're about to be demolished by this newfound power, you're suffering from blockage, stoppage!

This is gettin' easy, feelin' queesy? Don't be cheesy! You can't beat this wordplay, impossible to slay, you better just run-away! Hard to deny, can't be fried, get this 'evil eye', ain't afraid to die, all my shits' +10, you're like a hen, go back to your pen, summonin' monsters horrific enough to burst your mind, whiche can't find, it's trashed, thrashed, utterly crashed, all you's seein is blue, fool, I'm back in action, ready for more!

[p.s. your mom's a whore :^)]

[gittin gud intensifies]

@ClocktowerEcho

Oh, huh, a rap-based arena?

This sounds interesting. I tried this rapping stint for a bit, so sign me up for being interested.

Goddamn how do people do this for a living? This is mind boggling! my head hurts...

O_O people what part of "wait for another thread"...?

Actually, I can make another thread for it now, so that we can consolidate all of the battles.

Right now it looks like Round 1 went to @DMZ over @LHG100 and this, unless it's contested, will be ported over into the new thread.

Next question. Should I put this in Arena, or what...? XD

Yeah I did my best but DMZ rekt me what good I admit. I think clocktowerEchos would want to be GM though, so I'd give him time to do that.

@LHG100

You praise me in one verse, trash me with the next line, but I gotta say man, you raps sometimes sound mighty fine. Too bad I don't compete with your kind, I crush, I destroy, I kill, you mind?

I'm 600 pounds of rappin god, a rolling bal of phat and a rapping overlord. My rhymes aren't immune, they're heavy infantry, crushing your sticks and stones in every country! Your rhymes are flat and stale, so raw they're trying to eat me. I'm rising, unsurprising, denying you every turn as you're crying. Prayin to the lord to help ya, as your raps have left ya, betrayed ya, like Benedict Arnold did to the USA. You're mashing words together like a child, so wild, no control, no sense or force behind, my raps are finely crafted, highly honed, and so well done they'd give Ramsay a boner!

Sense make you do none, like a headless chicken trying to run a fortune 500 company: it's not done. So crawl away now, while you still have time, and find someone competent, to teach you how to rhyme.

I wasn't done :P

I'm also just freestyling here, just writing what comes up, so it's not exactly quality.