Battle For The Your Work Section

that ain't cool you know,
modern's, now he's a true friend.
he will take a blow
for any good friend.

Your spelling is just out of check,
your grammar is a complete wreck.
You try for glory,
but you can't even make it.
Cuz in this story,
you're just a misfit.

 

And now

You broke my rhyme...
I think I have lost.

 

Coolfood: no more rapping until tomorrow
Coolfood: *proceeds to rap*

 

IT'S TOO TEMPTING
Massive raps like @The Flubby,
I save for tomorrow.
Short raps
don't need much ammo

 

Oh
Oh
Oh
Wait I can't rap nevermind

 

It and it don't rhyme you nimwit
You gotta be creative with that shit
That's right, I'm swearing,
I got my microphone blaring,
Like CNN reporting your death

But then I'd call Keemstar
You'd get a real mean bar
But we'd just stick it to the three par
And shove your lifeless corpse in the back of the car,

Raps increasing like a math equation
My music swings an entire nations
Into discord and ruin,
I don't even know what you're doing

I'm Flubby Basegod, reporting the news,
This just in, CoolFoods gonna loose!
It's a catastrophe
Causally
You gotta recover quite naturally
Actually
About that last one
I use more bullets than the shooter of a .99

Like a gunship,
I'll hit you fast,
Going super-sonic,
Ice-JJ of the past

Length is your enemy,
Seems you don't have any,
Under the package,
I release my kraken

 

Yuno, well he's pretty chill,
He can throw a party,
that won't go downhill.

@modern your raps are too old,
and all out of control.
I'm not too bold,
to say you're a poor soul.
Yuno can always hold a beat,
and can keep some flow.
you know he's always upbeat,
and full of ammo.

 

You're talking about ammo,
You better bring some guns,
I'd tell you to come but it'd be harder against nuns
Going off like *kablammo*

I'll burn your chest with a Camel™
Get some nice product placement
Dress your ass in a flannel
Hire @sc1020 Reborn as your replacement

 

That was actually pretty good until the last line.


You say you will win,
and you will not break a sweat.
You look kinda thin,
as you recognize this threat.

You try to be hip,
you try to be current.
I'll give ya a tip,
cuz you know you'll be burnt.

You ain't worth a dime,
your rhymes are all crimes.
I feel bad to beat you,
cuz you'll always fall through.

 

@modern
I have my forces

Spoiler: Sniper/Infantry

Sniper left, Infantry right

Spoiler: Tank

Spoiler: APC

The shoutbox shall invade the art section.

 

IDK if this is a point for the wrong side, but a while ago my sis @GeoDragon drew my arsenal:

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Hold on, I found a more side-neutral pic:


Just burning you all with insane piano-playing skillz

 

Wait, wha- rap battles, what-

 

join us

 

Hah! Look at all this Rhyme!
We've taken over this time.
Writing is now flying so fine.
I'll throw you all a box of mics.

Cause keep this thread on fire.
None can compete with our style.
I'll be sad to say, Art and music are in dismal.
Art thou shall not win. Y'all are going to get pinned.

*throws boxes of mics, with lighters in them*

We'll burn this place to the ground, because ya'll winded.
We've outdone ourselves, brought A-game and Won.

*points at all the writers and then at the sun, and drops mic*

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Yep.

 

in process of doing that

 

You think you're so cool,
with your fancy words.
You're gonna get schooled,
like a bunch of nerds.

You insult my body,
and admire your build.
It all makes me wonder,
if you're a little unskilled.

You say you report,
but I disagree.
You're gonna abort,
when I beat you with glee.

Your condescending tone,
it sounds all the same.
I'm in the zone,
you're just kinda lame.

You try to shoot fire,
but you can't hit a shot.
This makes me inquire,
if your worth naught.

I've said before,
and I'll say it again.
The coolest food,
now he's gonna win

 

ohgoshplsdonthurtme

 

aw im not in ;-; im not popular enough, but might as well help.

FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

 

You talk about yourself a lot,
For a gnome with three followers

I'm writing sonnets about you,
Reckoning my iambic penta-
Meter, showing what you are to two,
Eating away at your soul, Adenomata
A sickly weathered crone
Who I do desire to despise
Yet when he opens up his eyes I,
See a surprise, that will surmise,
To bring about your end in two words
Ten syllables a line, who would ever rise,
Against the greatest of the greatest, above the birds
Yet in your promise I see a glint of hope
And then I realize, your raps are shit. Nope.

 

I guess I found a music that fits well