This is sorta like a forum game. Spit out the best, worst, funniest, darkest, craziest raps you can think of
I shall be the epic bard! I rap fast, strong, hard! Just like your mother, did I say that out loud? I must have been DREAMIN, up in a cloud. (hehehe, I like Alternian Slam Poetry)
I may as well enter into the fray! Listen up fools, for I have something to say! You've never met anyone as evil as I, So back down, maggot, or I shall swat you like a fly!
My name is Crimson, I'm like a samurai With the L.A.D.Y's, I'm not shy Getting sick in the eye, of those wanting to try There is enough talent in my appearance to simpily wonder Why? Because Night and Day, i will blow you away Because the kiddies around the world love what i have to say Fully loaded with the automatics for those wanting not wanting me to stay So, come on Everypony, Lionheart's here to play!
Lionheart? More like lying fart... Immature? Yes, but it's not a classy art. Half the things you say, don't make any sense. Theres a price to pay, (it's exactly 20 dollars and 3 cents)
All hail to the Vint, gonna bump it to da max I rip it like a Skilsaw and chop it like an axe Colt 1851 Navy pistol at my side Sing it, "Ay-Ay-Ahh 2 da Wah-Wah-Wah"
Foolish Vint, your rhymes are a disaster! Take a seat, and observe the master! You use words that show a severe lack of knowledge! I suggest an English class at a community college!
Silly white people, can't f**kin rap I grew up in the hood, makin money pushin crack Before you step up to the best you have to know That I get what I want Whether it's hoes or dough So if you come up to me like "Rada you don't got no game" I'll pimp slap you wit my ring hand make you feel ashamed Us real ni***s know the hustle, the bustle, the struggle, the pull But all y'all whitey's don't know nothing at all So before you come me You better thing twice 'Cause I got my own bodyguard Kill yo ass twice I read "rap" and went insane
Oh dear, look at that, a kid from the 'hood. It is sad that his rhymes are as soft as balsa wood. This is the internet, fool! "Street cred" does not matter. If you want to reach my level, you will need a ladder.
You talk about things based on money, I'm jewish, you don't know nothin, honey. The struggle, you say? That isn't real. You matched twice, twice, a terrible deal. I rule the internet, like a crime lord of fandoms. You just sit, pathetic, not nearly enough randoms. This is the domain of the internet weirdo. Not the ghetto wannabe with too much cargo.
You act like a child who has no use of a plan I thought your bar mitzvah was supposed to make you a man And because i make no sense, does not mean i cannot act With the weapons that i have that go ratta tat tat Every one of you does not know real power Besides that fact, that some of you need a shower So let us wonder about the Australian dream Because when the Americans tried it, there was more body bags then Gallipoli
You say Bar Mitzvah, how do you know it wasn't a Bat'? The gun you talk about is just noise... a LOT. You talk about power, showers, and smells. You deserve to drop into one of your own personal hells.
Hello, Dreamer, you androgenous fool! Your rhymes are judged and found wanting, so go back to school! You are all delusional! None of you stand a chance! I'll take you down, one by one, and on your graves I will dance.
G'day Ridley, what have we here? Another pony missing out on somebody's fear? You get to meet the king of hell himself,oh wait, he's right here! And I will throw you off a cliff when you know the champ is my career.
King of hell? Get overthrown. I'm just a dreaming bard, here to own. And whose the judge behind my rhyme? I think yours need more work, so take some time to build yourself a better list to work with, now don't get pissed. We are here to have some fun By which I mean... START TO RUN.
You silly little weakling! You delusional fool! Do you think that can match me in this linguistic duel?! I am the master of chaos! The voice in your nightmares! Step into my lair, and I WILL SHOW YOU YOUR FEARS!!!
Mares and fears, what are you doing!? You're oblivious, a little bird coo-cooing. You can't seem to make a simple rhyme. you don't belong in my soup, leave my thyme!
(Sorry to derail the thread like this, but perhaps I should explain. Pronounciations vary greatly based on region. I, and most of people that I know, pronounce the words "nightmare" and "fear" in such a way that they do, in fact, rhyme.)
Well this isn't the sort of thing I normally do but who says this odd unicorn can't step in and try too. Some of my magic is ancient, peculiar, and strange Search though a whole duey-decimal system of books and these spells won't be in range. Dreamer you're confusing but truly chaotic I doubt Ridley compared to nightmares I've dreamt up ones you could provide would hardly make me pout Crimson you think guns are true power but a real unicorn trusts more in their horn I know how to shoot too but who cares a simple shield spell or telaportation would leave you forlorn. Vint, you may be good with making loud noise, but it holds no meaning to any but scared little boys. Speaking of boys, Rada showing mares disrespect isn't a positive claim thinking that treating them like toys gives you power is just kind of lame. Sure you all have your things that make you feel strong but I look at these and think they are foolish and wrong. My special talent is one no pony can claim and if you think there's not strength in it then just look at this flame. The flame is not normal it comes from a force within the fantasmic I can harness at the drop of a pin. I can show you things of such mystery it would cause many a pony to quake for the magic I study is that of the ancient and wonderous drake.
