Me and Menty need a thread...

[BitchSlapSmitty]

No, we're not gay lovers. But we need a thread where we can throw out half ass rhymes and see if anything is worthkeeping. Maybe a rhyme dump or something. Maybe an idea dump thread would work too, for writers block?

anyways....

Shit, i got nothing...


HAH!

need another beer.

 

[BlazerBoy]

No, we're not gay lovers.

FUCK!

*Leaves thread dissapointed*

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

damn, maybe I can track something I already did down then...

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

Ok, some silly shit...

I rizzy, tizzy, fizzy, on my girl name Lizzy,
ass jiggle when she waks, makin me dizzy,
a fast stop,
when she blow, it's hot,
corn gonna pop,
takin every drop,

I werkin, jerking, burnin w/ jergens, when she not around.
gettin turned on by anything big and round,
afflicted with friction, and burning dropping pounds.
keys jigglin at the door, i'm ready for more,
and I like the sound.



CAPS LOCK INITIATED,
I'M A VENOMOUS P.C. PIRATE INSTIGATED
I E-MAIL A BITCHSLAP TO ANY FUCKAS THAT WANT RUCKUS,
I'M THE TOUGH GUY ON THE NET,
SQUASH BILLY GATE CAUSE I CAN'T BE VEXED.
OLLIE, OLLIE, OXEN FREE,
I'M SICK OF SPAM,
AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT BEEF.

yo. word to your microsoft.

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

And I will always do my duty no matter what the price
(cause my penis is the size of one lil grain of rice)
I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice
(I can't even see my toes, so don't ask me to be nice.)
Oh, and I don't want to die for you
(cause in my pants easily i take a poo)
but if dyin's asked of me
(please don't, I have to pee!)
I'll bear that cross with honor
(or shove it up my ass like a boy named Connor.)
'cause freedom don't come free
(esp. at the buffet bar when it comes to me.)

 

[Sarek]

And I will always do my duty no matter what the price
(cause my penis is the size of one lil grain of rice)
I've counted up the cost, I know the sacrifice
(I can't even see my toes, so don't ask me to be nice.)
Oh, and I don't want to die for you
(cause in my pants easily i take a poo)
but if dyin's asked of me
(please don't, I have to pee!)
I'll bear that cross with honor
(or shove it up my ass like a boy named Connor.)
'cause freedom don't come free
(esp. at the buffet bar when it comes to me.)

ROTFLMAO!

Sounds like monkey been PWNED!!!

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

ROTFLMAO!

Sounds like monkey been PWNED!!!

Sugar crash much?

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

ROTFLMAO!

Sounds like monkey been PWNED!!!

p.s. thanks for taking the bait.

 

[Sarek]

p.s. thanks for taking the bait.

Uh huh.

Thanks for being so easy to pwn.

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

What? YOU NO LIKE MY REMIX OF YOUR SIGGY, LIL PIGGY?

 

[Sarek]

What? YOU NO LIKE MY REMIX OF YOUR SIGGY, LIL PIGGY?

I think it's funny as hell. In fact, I might even use it as my new sig. Then everyone can enjoy it.

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

I think it's funny as hell. In fact, I might even use it as my new sig. Then everyone can enjoy it.

I exploited a good source.


No, not your mom. She's not that good.

 

[Mentalist]

A ryhme dump's a safe idea,

Hunters allready dropping lyrics with no hesitation and no fear,

It makes me want to test my style, Up stroke and Kick, like a super sonic boom from Guile!

We don't play no fools and we ain't fucking nice, taking the English language hostage with keyboards decked in ice.
Mentalist, Hunter bringing the ryhme connection to the Kingdom.
Aint trying to be swift but the lyrics speak for where the fuckin' G'z from.
It aint no rhyme nor reason, just a limey chatting shit, I'm breezing.

I'm fully equipped with beer and keyboard, browsing TK, damn I guess this means It's another day with me bored.
But I'm total, I'll withstand any wicked plan, conjured by the wicked land,
need time to revamp my style,
Christopher Lee always plays the scary man, the muthafucking Wicker Man.

Hunters sparked the match up, I need to get my act together got to catch up,
Got to burn my own lyrics, got nothing to lose but a whole lot to gain, Got to lyricically set this page on fire,
See it rise up in flames.

I'm ducking and diving trying to stave off the loss of this last drop of Heineiken,
I aint fit for driving, lyrical composition got me feeling like I'm fighting,

I'm a Mentalist shooting mental bullets from within a maze,
If this shit don't get to you then I'll claim I was pushing through a muthafucking technical phase,
a lyrical mad-man perpertrating my latest credit-card scam, that's the rent paid and now all I got to do is avoid getting way-laid by the tax man, this aint no fun man, this is life as we know it, taking hard knocks with the good and finding strength to show it.

I just hope I don't blow it, getting into the groove of my template,
I pray I don't outgrow it, losing faith in my sensei.

Now I'm caught jumping wide and clear like fucking Super Mario hitting a triple wall kick, knock-back attack, this is no time for fear,
spinning round 360 look up and make my move, there is no way I can lose but the end of this story to tell it is only made for fools....

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

Don't call it a come back, we got shit on the stack
Wickedly walk, tickly talk, dipping my balls, painting the halls,
The color's red, set phasers to stun, on the count of one,
Attack!

 

[Dark Link]

Seems we have two rhymers startin' some shit,
I'll just have to work myself in a bit.
It just been a while since I had the time
to bust out against people and catch some rhymes.

Now I like the way it's going strong,
so I hope this insomnia wont do me wrong,
and screw me up as I'm getting shit done
while I browse my way through the kingdom.

It's nice to see that Menty's good a little bit,
tossin some sweet rhymes and talkin shit.
But it seems Smitty's comin' from behind,
and about to start being less kind.
But in this place you can talk some shit,
but it doesn't mean much when you think bout it.
This is just a message board on net space,
And shit means nothin, no matter your race,
who you are, what you do, it means nothing here,
So sit back, enjoy the show and grab a beer.

Now it's time to back off the rhyme,
Because I think it's that time,
To toss my tired ass into bed,
and keep the keyboard from meetin my head..... Again....

 

[Mentalist]

Hail to the King baby, Dark Link has joined the fray now,
Droppin' ryhmes like Ash cuts demons scheming, dreaming with his chainsaw ramped to full power,

It's hard to maintain, everyday I feel lyrically degraded,
I aint got the energy or incentive to lay the best for me to make it,

Fuck this, lets rewind back and try some of this shit:

5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75 posts, I'm spamming off the handle, post-quick-reply for the sake of it,
freedom of speech is a perk but it aint a fucking requisite,
The Minefield is the place for it, the mecca for my spammers fit,

Varying degrees of technique are inside of me,
You're dealing with a mentalist ain't no damn point in crying, G.
I knows what you seen and I seen what you know, I'm the man of cess and dreams, big tits and bow legged teens it can only mean one thing,

It's time to start this fucking show.

A manic depressant ever since I was an adolescent,
my sanity is no longer present, I'm running down the road and my shoes are made of two dead pheasants,
I'm raiding the local chemists with a trolly and a novelty beak,
If you were going to do it at all this is would probably be the time to call the police,


At one with the universe the energy has blessed me,
I'm off on a tangent what you gonna do arrest me?
My mind is kinda testy,
Captain Zenith Omega is pointing a gun at me,
I'm not ready for this fuking shit,
this is what they call a bad trip,
Now I'm regretting taking it,
freaking out running for the fridge at speed,
only thing to get me down will be about a liter of vitamin C,

Pure Orange juice undiluted saving my mind from the fury,

It's the only shit that cures me.

I'm late for my doctors appointment so going to have to cut it here,
The medicine is Absolut neat,
I only drink clear..

Now, I'll just leave it right here,
Hunter or Dark Link can attempt to make something of the mess I've left,

Damn, I hope they have beer...

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

I DON'T HAVE BEER!

I can't, doctors orders, I'm on meds now,
Don't ask me how,
or I might have to kill you,
Ha, hah, just kidding, god willing,

I'm about to lay the guantlet down.
We be watching motherfuckers run their mouths out.
Out of they ass's, shit for wisdom passes.
dripping, verbal sores out of the anus it pours

Yo! Someone plug that shit the fuck up!
Before my plunger gets stuck,
Let's teach these peeps how to speak, w/o weak knees.
and slap them w/ the alphabet, get them wet,
Ready?

"A"! A, is for all the assholes I done met in my life,
not happy with shit so they try to bring the strife

"A" also stands for agoraphobia,
tell that hoe Sophia i got a message for a
biatch named Dora, we want more a
that soup in the kitchen,
pitchin, our well wishin,
we bring our community the cup,
but all they do is look at us w/ blank stares that say,
"What up?"

"B"! One of you take this from me.....

 

[Mentalist]

I'll take the baton run with it for a ryhme or two,
I guess this is the muthafukin least I can do,
It's time to ramp the style time to bring the flavor,
take this as your scripture I'm your new fucking savior,

Hiding in the shadows armed with guns, knives and drama.
Ready to strike at you with swift attacks and blades this is face to face meeting with your personal karma,

You shouldn't have slewed crack to the kids and robbed their hard-working mamas,

I'm a superhero out for justice,
I have to much hardware I'm just itchin to bust this,
you're the target I'm the creepin' weapon,
fighting for the ones who haven't got a chance against your thug ideals and your crew who keeps on steppin.

When I'm finished you're going the opposite way from heaven,
It's straight down from here it's over there aint no point in begging,

You thought you were the big man now I'm chasing you in your mini-van,
this is the last time you gonna perpertrate your muthafucking death trade scam,

Hunters got my back there aint no escape we're cleaning up the streets from crack,
with heavy weapons and ninja moves and combo limit break blade attacks,

These are the facts, we're not suggesting we're telling, there aint no point in running we're like Carl Lewis jacked up on adreniline.


Eyes like hawks your running scared, this is your penance,
I've no mercy for the one who sells to the kids and the parents.

Don't sleep at night don't even shut your eyes,
because when you open them I'll be there ready to take your lives,



Aiiiiiiight...

 

[BitchSlapSmitty]

B! B-for a bitch, a barber, and a motherfuckin uni-bomber,
all in a generation where i got to see k.i.a Jeff boy Dahmer,

I get to menacing when I should be resting,
and at ground zero,
I take aim at any motherfucker that wants to be a hero.
Put up, shut up, before we sew that pussy up,
Yo, i don't need to be hearing about all that factual evidence,
a second blood smear raking across your eyes leavin you to second guess,

Bush you can wipe the patriot act w/ my ass crack, cause in a million manhunt marchin,
i'm one in,
When stunnin.
Who dunnit?
Where's my gun at?
Wasn't funnin.
Now cupcakeas be runnin.

MARCH BIATCH!