Ding!Ding!Ding!

See above. It's back!

Groundrules:

• Don't cross the flame line.
• Make it rhyme most of the time, but:
• Be creative. Any style is permitted as long as it's poetry.
• Battle the person above or below you.

Bisches wanna ryhme in here so they better lend an ear
And fear that Rew will steer to hit their poetical deer
So pack up your bags unless you want the smackdown
As I report your sig and let you suck the crackdown
Try to rhyme with me and you'll find yourself owned
By a style that's too wild and super-sexy to be cloned
So take off your e-shirt and prep like a grunge in seattle
As rhymes drop like dimes from a pocket at a rap battle
The chances are slim so good luck to you my friend
Just don't forget to hold your ass when I kick your rear end

This post was edited by RewtheBrave on Oct 7 2008 09:55am

Challenge me by PM
Rew your light's growing dim
You gotta be brave summoning the wolf from the cave
I'm going to drown you in a lyrical wave
That will have you scratching a casket in a grave
How dare you taunt
I promise you this isn't what you want
If you were a debutante
I'd be Hillary
and I'm coming with the heavy artillery
Can't brew rhymes this good in any distillery
Gonna lock 'yo ass up in a poetic pillory
Leavin the judges saying O-M-G

This post was edited by 99white99 on Oct 7 2008 11:08am

99white99 is a wolf in sheep’s gear
For making rew brew his poetic beer
You can’t talk about graves, waves and caskets
If you don’t have the gaskets to fill the baskets
I’ll taunt if I want to flaunt lyrics that haunt
Like little words with gigantic font
So Hillary bring your artillery to the jsp capillary
And find out how all your lines are auxiliary
Because compared to the best yours are just the rest
Like spam wrapped in flames or a cheap vest
13k posts later and the wolf is still confused:
“Do the rew or your brain and butt will be fused”
He talks tough but he plays the game softcore
Go buy your barb an orb from the forum store
And make sure femininity is what it’s for
Because little boys aren’t ready yet for war

=intermezzo=



You give me crust and I’ll give you Uncle Ben
You give me rust and I’ll give you grotesque
You give me your behind and I’ll give you a stapler
You give me your eyes and I’ll give you a blink

==

At least he tries to get it so give the man some credit
While the rest of you guys sit back and forget it
Try to tangle with whitey Aphrodite and expect a fight
Try to screw with rew and see the brew come to light
Give yourself a chance to play dice with us
So you can freeze like ice under a bus
And we’ll cook you up like easy roadkill—
Just enough to fill us before we overfill
Where are the poets and literati in wait
Ready to spew forth their impatient hate?

I can and will run circles
around you and all these other Steve Ercles
Better have the neck of a giraffe
If you want to swallow the half
Because this shit's going off the graph
Gonna need a TI-89 to calculate
The rate at which I elevate
Above your current state
I'll straight up
Let the gate up
Let the dogs out
and tell you what rhyming is about
If you dare to type another line

...

Here's your sign.



This post was edited by 99white99 on Oct 7 2008 07:00pm

i know ive done this already but seriously, theres no better time to glorify the poetic line of inviction:



p.s. i wish i was good at this rap style poetry so i can get in on this.

This post was edited by Kamikizzle on Oct 7 2008 09:55pm

i dont know why you keep at this rew
how much more garbage are you gonna spew
youve had that sig for all of time
it prolly didn't cost more than a dime
though it does go good with that "mediator" lime
but you just cant compare to my poetic chime

you lead a guild but what does that say?
you pay for eff cheese to be that way
lookin all hot with your EM PLUSPLUS
reportin some shit is a daily must
with that i leave my insulting chime
TRY and keep up with my poetic rhyme


lol thats the best i got.
oh and i broke the bolded rule. i couldnt think of anything for white

This post was edited by Kamikizzle on Oct 7 2008 10:12pm

Yo Kamikizzle,
your poetry is quite bad.
I am the winner.

get the hell outa here with that wack "verse"
i can rap circles around you too but walken backwards
you told me to come to this thread to spill my rhymes
cause you love my lines from the 3 songs you saw the other night
and if it's height we're talken, then you must be afraid of hieghts
cause you're not on my level yet get off this site
rhymezone is what you want to help your wording
especially if those ...'s of yours keep occuring
but one thing i know for certain, i leave you hurten
i'm just lurken to find anyone i can leave in the dirt n'
i see your hobby is collecting things isn't that a couinsidence
here's another verse to add to your losses, now i'm switchen it
i'm a known rapper so sometimes you can't understand which words rhyme
when i put together a verse so i'll do you a favor, let me underline some punchlines

This post was edited by element104954 on Oct 8 2008 04:50pm

^^^^

Kamikizzle is the gristle that spoke up for shizzle
Too bad he’s rubbing fool’s gold with a dull chisel
He talks about my signature like it’s been there for ages
But he doesn’t know I wear them like costumes on stages
If you think it only cost a dime you should go back and rewind
It was worth more than any kamijizzle I could find so I resigned
From checking for pub art and getting one just like yours
With a blue gay guy wearing a woman’s Sunday drawers

You say leading a guild is just about the effgee spent
But that means you never understood what it meant
So stop mocking me because of that em plus plus
Or I’ll close your threads to show you missed the bus
And broke a rule written in bold
Needless to say you better fold
Cuz here comes some lyrical gold:
My rhymes get better as they get old
You’re a poetic chump that just got told
Like a silly child that I had to scold
You’re a used car that won’t get sold
And you grow at the pace of a mould
Try to have a nice day even if I lol’d
Someday you wont get so rickrolled

Every time I think of cheese I touch myself
A little guy who works for santa is called an elf
You know my rhymin in pretty fly
When im hungry sometimes i eat a pizza pie
This form of poetry is really really gay
Why dont i go eat some hay
or play with some clay
down at the bay
i just might may
betta watch what you say