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4 lines each, all must rhyme. nothing to below the belt.
go go go.
you should have yourself fed through an industrial blender
the only mail you get these days says "return to sender"
if rhymes where guitars then mine would be a fender
the way you have your hair makes it hard to tell your gender
who you callin a bender? Emo is a lifestyle I live in splendour.
My black hair straightend, I'm the runt of the litter,
you better learn to rap, or save it for the shitter!
you're a fool if you think that you can win
because i've got more rhymes than dr. house has vicadin
i'll play you like owen pallett plays the violin
you're just another hole to stick a dick in
wait a minute fool, do I hear you cleary?
you wanna penetrate my orifices, are that damn seedy!?
Well I've got a baseball bat aimed right for your face,
you better get out the place, or end up a shamed disgrace
like a piece of boiled leek
the gloves are off, your last rap blows
you eat more arse than an enema hose
your breath smells saltier than the water in the dead sea
all your weaknesses are exposed lyrically.
spit on your back, when you turnaround I fuckin give you a smack.
Hook your momma on crack, i'll turn you clocks back.
Put Fairy in the microwave before I go BRRRRRAAAAPPP!
you're nearly finished, your rhymes are wearing thin
sex for you ends with wiping your chin
if you were a resident of asia you'd be a "wang bin"
you're about as good at speeches as sarah palin
of this talk yo, before I was hustlin..
Just checkin your rhymes which are worthy for the dusbin
I fart better rhymes than you times a thousand,
your skills equate to masterbate to watch your fucking eyelid!
give it up, you haven't got a clue
my rhymes hit so hard they knock you black and blue
the only porn you watch involves three girls and lots of poo
say hi to your mum for me, i hope we didn't wake you
i'm too tired from playing football for this rapping malarky
my name is george and my partner is sharky.
don't dare get sarky!!
twice other day when the bus made me dash
i see your old girl, flashing her cash
what ya dad left behind, a secret little stash
guess it beats renting out her haunted gash
Too old for this shit, like Danny Glover
In Lethal Weapon Four.
I got semantic bruises, I wear my lyrical scars
But I'ma warhorse, put out to stud in the yard.
try an test me you'll get mullered like rice or corner
like lindsey lohan's flour attack for wearing fur
that bitch deserves everything that happens to her
have you seen her girlfriend? proper butters, urgh.