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Not sure if this has any chance or working, but what the hey. Anyone can join in, and if you don't like rapping just think of it as poetry.
Basically, we'll all try and post rap lyricals up here, home-made of course, and 'battle' anyone who steps up, using clever words and harsh insults, so don't come in here, join in then get your knickers in a twist when we go personal, because they don't hold back in real life, so why should we?
Oh, screw the 'we're hard so hate us' cover, just enjoy it and don't take it too seriously.
Start off with: I think I'm the coolest, greatest user on SR ever.
Rap at me if you disagree, mofo!
Basically, we'll all try and post rap lyricals up here, home-made of course, and 'battle' anyone who steps up, using clever words and harsh insults, so don't come in here, join in then get your knickers in a twist when we go personal, because they don't hold back in real life, so why should we?
Oh, screw the 'we're hard so hate us' cover, just enjoy it and don't take it too seriously.
Start off with: I think I'm the coolest, greatest user on SR ever.
Rap at me if you disagree, mofo!
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Bouncer, I like you, you make me laugh/
Your Simpson like Bart, Vader like Darth/
Dumb like hillbilly/
Think that sounds silly?/
Read it through until you really/
understand it and the message will come through, loud and clearly.
You call me a wannabe, you call me a prankster/
That shows up your retardedness even more cos the real word is wanksta/
Also, get your own insult, your not bery gangsta/
Fighting my fire with my fire/ makes your rap flow tire/
Your a bonucer, and yet you go to school?/
Ooh, I bet all the rowdy people in bars are far too scared to act the fool/
In case you lose your cool/
180 pounds, your not hard, your just fat/
And my chubby friend, that is that/
I'd love to see you pick me up and crack my head on a slate/
Or even do any damage bad enough to make me retalliate/
I'm 6 foot 2, athletic and strong/
Know how to fight, been doing it for long/
I'll be flexing my muscles while your long gone/
Coming down on you and all your whiteboys like a ton/
Think you'll chase me round my house, have me flee from your spanner/
If I really needed I could get my hands on an AK, f--- what you play/
round with, I'll have your ass cold on the floor faster than you can say/
--- Actually, you wont get a chance to say nothing the day you meet my AK/
Not good enough to compare with YOU/
Superstar whiteboy, yeah peopled be feeling you..
You leave a cushty life, you think you can fight/
Kids like you fight losers from school to make your problems right/
And compared to them, you fare up alright/
But people like me are as dark and cold as the night/
Your Simpson like Bart, Vader like Darth/
Dumb like hillbilly/
Think that sounds silly?/
Read it through until you really/
understand it and the message will come through, loud and clearly.
You call me a wannabe, you call me a prankster/
That shows up your retardedness even more cos the real word is wanksta/
Also, get your own insult, your not bery gangsta/
Fighting my fire with my fire/ makes your rap flow tire/
Your a bonucer, and yet you go to school?/
Ooh, I bet all the rowdy people in bars are far too scared to act the fool/
In case you lose your cool/
180 pounds, your not hard, your just fat/
And my chubby friend, that is that/
I'd love to see you pick me up and crack my head on a slate/
Or even do any damage bad enough to make me retalliate/
I'm 6 foot 2, athletic and strong/
Know how to fight, been doing it for long/
I'll be flexing my muscles while your long gone/
Coming down on you and all your whiteboys like a ton/
Think you'll chase me round my house, have me flee from your spanner/
If I really needed I could get my hands on an AK, f--- what you play/
round with, I'll have your ass cold on the floor faster than you can say/
--- Actually, you wont get a chance to say nothing the day you meet my AK/
Not good enough to compare with YOU/
Superstar whiteboy, yeah peopled be feeling you..
You leave a cushty life, you think you can fight/
Kids like you fight losers from school to make your problems right/
And compared to them, you fare up alright/
But people like me are as dark and cold as the night/
Asher D you go running your mouth like you a gangster/
But you're nothing but a crybaby, a wannabe, a prankster/
Your words can't touch me boy, im a bouncer/
180 pounds and 7 ouncer/
Thats right, im a heavy-weight/
I'll pick you up and break you head on the slate/
Back-stab you when you think you're my mate/
Dontcha love this rap thing? Aint it great/
You go talking about how I act like a poof/
Think I can't scare, here's my proof/
I'll Chase you about your house with a claw hammer/
And my mechanic's spanner/
Go on Asher D, tell the truth/
You'd be leaping from roof to roof/
In attempt to get away/
And spend every day/ Hiding away/
In your mothers basement/
Where she dont pay rent/
Cause she's a council house ho/
Hooked on blow/
Don't beleive me?
Look at the white lines under her nose, they show!/
You got about as many gangster roots/
As a piece of fruit/
You're a nobody, a nothin' in the rap game/
Just aftetr glory and fame/
But you wont make it/
Sure, you'll fake it/
Tell us all/ you got big balls/ Like melons on market stalls/
In the end Asher D/
You're a nobody/
Not good enough to compete with the likes of me/
Man enough to write a reply? We'll see/
But you're nothing but a crybaby, a wannabe, a prankster/
Your words can't touch me boy, im a bouncer/
180 pounds and 7 ouncer/
Thats right, im a heavy-weight/
I'll pick you up and break you head on the slate/
Back-stab you when you think you're my mate/
Dontcha love this rap thing? Aint it great/
You go talking about how I act like a poof/
Think I can't scare, here's my proof/
I'll Chase you about your house with a claw hammer/
And my mechanic's spanner/
Go on Asher D, tell the truth/
You'd be leaping from roof to roof/
In attempt to get away/
And spend every day/ Hiding away/
In your mothers basement/
Where she dont pay rent/
Cause she's a council house ho/
Hooked on blow/
Don't beleive me?
Look at the white lines under her nose, they show!/
You got about as many gangster roots/
As a piece of fruit/
You're a nobody, a nothin' in the rap game/
Just aftetr glory and fame/
But you wont make it/
Sure, you'll fake it/
Tell us all/ you got big balls/ Like melons on market stalls/
In the end Asher D/
You're a nobody/
Not good enough to compete with the likes of me/
Man enough to write a reply? We'll see/
Reply to Bouncer - written mainly by my mate Blake
Asher D got himself a new contender?/
Mechanic, broken car mender?/
Lines like that make you sound like you've been on a bender/
You should've said something fearsome,
Like your a death threat sender/
Not some lines like your one,
Which leave my funnybone tender/
Silly whiteboy/
Get it right, boy/
You'll get no joy/
In this ploy/
To try and toy/
Around with me and think your the big-boy/
Middle class white fake-ass/
You got no rap class/
Ni99as like me/
Won't truly/
Feel your silly/
Little un-masculine, weak 'suck my willy'/
Rhymes.
You got no attitude on you boy, you seem like a poof/
You know how to kick some ass, but where's the proof?/
People like me grew up in places where you HAD to fight and be ruth/less
Your a silly wannabe gangsta, and that son is the truth/.
See, smoking grass is a part of black culture/
Not for middle class whiteboys who think they have a rap future/
We be brawling in the streets while you sit in class discusiing maths with your tutor/.
You can keep your Scottish women/
Using that to boost your status is like a snake with no venom/
It's like admitting to the world that you like sleeping with children/
Michael Jackson stylee/
Basically, whitey/
Just don't f--- with me/
Asher D got himself a new contender?/
Mechanic, broken car mender?/
Lines like that make you sound like you've been on a bender/
You should've said something fearsome,
Like your a death threat sender/
Not some lines like your one,
Which leave my funnybone tender/
Silly whiteboy/
Get it right, boy/
You'll get no joy/
In this ploy/
To try and toy/
Around with me and think your the big-boy/
Middle class white fake-ass/
You got no rap class/
Ni99as like me/
Won't truly/
Feel your silly/
Little un-masculine, weak 'suck my willy'/
Rhymes.
You got no attitude on you boy, you seem like a poof/
You know how to kick some ass, but where's the proof?/
People like me grew up in places where you HAD to fight and be ruth/less
Your a silly wannabe gangsta, and that son is the truth/.
See, smoking grass is a part of black culture/
Not for middle class whiteboys who think they have a rap future/
We be brawling in the streets while you sit in class discusiing maths with your tutor/.
You can keep your Scottish women/
Using that to boost your status is like a snake with no venom/
It's like admitting to the world that you like sleeping with children/
Michael Jackson stylee/
Basically, whitey/
Just don't f--- with me/
Wait a sec, why was this thread like 4 pages back?
SR's fooked like a dook.
SR's fooked like a dook.
unknown kernel wrote:
> This thread is absolutely hilarious.
> This thread is absolutely hilarious.
Asher D, you've got yourself a new contender/
I'm a mechanic, a broken car mender/
A lyrical white-boy first-time offender/
You better beleive I'm a rule bender/
I'm gunna win your little contest/
Cause I'm simply the best/
My words, they pass the test/
Just listen to the rest/
I'm not a ghetto boy, I grew up middle class/
Dont know the streets but know how to kick some ass/
I skipped Physics at school, missed gravity and mass/
Threw it all away to bone a Scottish lass/ and smoke grass/
Here comes the end of my lyrical rampage/
Hope it filled you with rage/
So you can tear out a page/
And write your slick, slack/ comeback/
I'm a mechanic, a broken car mender/
A lyrical white-boy first-time offender/
You better beleive I'm a rule bender/
I'm gunna win your little contest/
Cause I'm simply the best/
My words, they pass the test/
Just listen to the rest/
I'm not a ghetto boy, I grew up middle class/
Dont know the streets but know how to kick some ass/
I skipped Physics at school, missed gravity and mass/
Threw it all away to bone a Scottish lass/ and smoke grass/
Here comes the end of my lyrical rampage/
Hope it filled you with rage/
So you can tear out a page/
And write your slick, slack/ comeback/
This thread is absolutely hilarious.
Who let MC Hammer loose on the boards?? :D
That doesn't even deserve the honour of a reply.
Now this thread is becoming a bore/
No-one seems to be challenging me any more/
Free space galore/
But more and more I long for competition
You silly who**s/
This thread is fun for all, not meant to be a chore/
I'm rotten to the core/
But if you saw/
or met me in real life you'd ignore/
All the things I say I'll do// to// you// that are against the law/
You'd all go down If I started jabbing jaws/
Threaten you with gore/
More and more/
Make your fingers sore/
Typing away to settle scores/
And re-open verbal doors/
With me, the one who draws/
All attention, even though when I say that you all just think, 'hell, naw'/
Rates of replis at the mo is poor/
Which shows you up and makes me sure/
That I've not just won, but totally cleared the floor/
And still I'm after more/
So before/
I end this rhyme and try to close the 'door'/
Hit back at me with your best Southpaw/
style and leave me feeling sore/
After threats I bore/
Disappear into thin air like you've never managed to make them do before/
Y'all!
Come on, start replying, and just so you know, that was the shiznit right there.
No-one seems to be challenging me any more/
Free space galore/
But more and more I long for competition
You silly who**s/
This thread is fun for all, not meant to be a chore/
I'm rotten to the core/
But if you saw/
or met me in real life you'd ignore/
All the things I say I'll do// to// you// that are against the law/
You'd all go down If I started jabbing jaws/
Threaten you with gore/
More and more/
Make your fingers sore/
Typing away to settle scores/
And re-open verbal doors/
With me, the one who draws/
All attention, even though when I say that you all just think, 'hell, naw'/
Rates of replis at the mo is poor/
Which shows you up and makes me sure/
That I've not just won, but totally cleared the floor/
And still I'm after more/
So before/
I end this rhyme and try to close the 'door'/
Hit back at me with your best Southpaw/
style and leave me feeling sore/
After threats I bore/
Disappear into thin air like you've never managed to make them do before/
Y'all!
Come on, start replying, and just so you know, that was the shiznit right there.
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