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Post by McGuffin on Feb 16, 2015 16:37:31 GMT -5
If you are not familiar with the series of comedy videos called: Epic Rap Battle of History then I suggest you check it out. Anyway after watching those... I did this... Enjoy! Frimgarold vs. Talbot! My name is Mister Scheppenfiedlen, first name Frimgarold. Although under paid; I am not a stinking Herald! I work for the Baron; I am his right hand man, But his wife is -my- number one fan. I am the master administrator. A real paper work mutilator, You want that report, come back later, Right now I am destroying this imitator. I run everything in the Great Hall, Seen everything in those walls, Easily organizing the best balls, Still rocking my job when all else falls! I am like a hero I should wear cape, Watch me now as I bury this fool in red tape! Don't test me you can't best me, There is no way you can win, From underneath a paper mountain.
I am Talbot from the funky table, I have smelt better lyrics out behind the horse stable. Your taunts are a joke and your power is a fable. Now listen as I break this down if you are able. A mountain to you is a bump to me, I 5 foot and more, your only two foot three, I have taken bigger dumps that thee. I don't fear your paper pushing, Cause my flows goes down like a fountain. I will send you home pouting, your whole life doubting. Your style stinks so bad I can't bear it, You can't tell because of that lip ferret. Your rhymes reek where ever you roam, You rank lower than an Underpants Gnome. At least -they- give me a chuckle, Why the hells do your shoes have a belt buckle!
Oh how cute your insults are so quaint, But I rock a moustache that makes all the ladies faint, It feels so good when it twitches on your taint, I got all the noble ho's calling me a saint. You are very observant I am indeed a Gnome, But I wear a beret on my dome. My underpants are where they belong; under my pants, They are so fly they’re putting all your women in a trance. And yes I have got buckles on my shoes because I have a lot of class. They also restrain my feet from kicking your ass. Go hide under a table in your Inn, Cause in this smack down, I win.
Here let me pour you a brew, You going to need it for what I am about to do. Gonna bust all over you, Retreat now because you already through. Sure you work in the Great Halls, Does Ezmarleda lets you play with her balls? Quick fetch Vera a report, Because your mojo I am about to deport. While you crawl back to your mindless task; I will drink from the finest cask, In glory I will bask while wearing my victory mask.
Who WON!! You decide!!
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Post by heartofsilver on Feb 20, 2015 22:08:32 GMT -5
Frim, but not by much.
LOL, loved this btw
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 4:48:25 GMT -5
Frim! That bit about the buckles keeping him from kicking talbots ass sold it.
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Post by bentusi16 on Feb 22, 2015 11:16:13 GMT -5
I actually had this exact same idea a few months ago I love ERB and after the Jack vs Hannibal rap I was thinking about Dhananjay rapping in the setting, being east-Londoner as hell. This is coupled with the fact of Edthin rapping, which is hilarious.
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Post by DM Justicar - Creator of FRC on Feb 23, 2015 23:29:14 GMT -5
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Post by DM Justicar - Creator of FRC on Feb 24, 2015 0:42:55 GMT -5
Alright, I'll start, all in good fun:
I am known as Justicar, both near and far From the highest mountains, to beneath the bar Known nearer, than farther, aka *THE* god-father I start fire from nothing, like winter-never something Take you to the realms, both lower and higher Then I take you to the nine and farther to the FR (see) I can hang with you, in the lowest of places Be back for dinner with Alusair and their graces To be in my plan, you just have to know You must come equipped, with the highest flow...
NEXT!!!
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Post by McGuffin on Feb 24, 2015 11:05:20 GMT -5
Alright, I'll start, all in good fun: I am known as Justicar, both near and far From the highest mountains, to beneath the bar Known nearer, than farther, aka *THE* god-father I start fire from nothing, like winter-never something Take you to the realms, both lower and higher Then I take you to the nine and farther to the FR (see) I can hang with you, in the lowest of places Be back for dinner with Alusair and their graces To be in my plan, you just have to know You must come equipped, with the highest flow...NEXT!!! Alright I am game. Dont' smite me! It's true in fact you started the fire You created a realm which we all love and admire But I am the king of plot stuffin Ain't nobody got nuthin on McGuffin I rock the story three years in the making They can't wait to see what I got baking My plots are hard core which everyone adores I am pimping them more than BoOT's whores You created this drug and I am addict The damage to my free time is tragicNEXT!!!
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Post by DM Hawk on Feb 24, 2015 20:36:43 GMT -5
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF FRC
BERS MIRNA
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BENTIN
BEGIN
You're just a guard in some pus boil town Walking in a circle going round and round You're only friends are Waric and Sam's special stew Then you make another lap, it's all you know to do Gaunt is saved from disaster again but you're not the reason All you did was wear out six shoes this season! When something goes wrong Sir Callen rings the gong while you and Frubo sing the Doom Song You've got a better brother named Kentin How do you feel when you see your wife kiss him? Bentin and Kentin what was your mom thinking? She must have been at the Griffon all night drinking You're as unhinged as the Western Reach Accord Need a shield, what the hells, just use the barn door!I've got nothing to fear from the lame maimed god Tyr He didn't stop when told he'd go blind His hand fell off before he'd pay mind It's the same with his priest going through the motion What's it feel to be real you haven't the notion! Trying the night life in the big Suzail It's Ladies' Night at the Wheeling Wail But the old priest ain't getting any tail Without a Viagra spell the lasses know he'll fail! You say justice awaits in your booth But old man you can't handle the truth You walk home alone in a rain shower Pray to Tyr to keep dry but don't get the power Maybe you'll feel better if Lydia gives you a flower! As a man of faith I seek to open hearts not spread legs But even so I rock a Sunite Priestess in my bed! Miranda of Sune from the gods my boon but your wife Cele is a balloon with a buffoon I'm a master of war and the law, you're going to get rankled I'll catch you unprepared as always, smock around your ankles You find even spelling 'Law' to be a mind bender Time to give up, go home, and surrender Color's leaving your face like a vampire's gotcha Better catch the next wagon out, here's a ticket I bought ya! Let it sink in Tubby, you've lost this race But you know I'm merciful, I'll let you save face Tyr is the head of the Triad as his priest I'm the wisest You're as bad off as Isengaunt, lost in an identity crisis Bow out now, take a hike in your newest boots You'd best be gone when I'm done with this statute Else I'll implode your ass down a divine chute!Elderly man let this stick in your craw While you read your books I am the law In your temple you babble to the rabble as a preacher But we both know that experience is the best teacher If you want to be schooled I'll let you into class You can watch as I throw adventurers criminals in jail with my boot in their ass! What inspired that mustache looking like Dongder Slate in a dress your image couldn't be wronger You knock the Gaunt but half of the adventuers are women They won't leave town until they've sampled the Bentin When they need a stud they know I'm their guy Until I break things off and leave a tear in their eye! But it's time to wrap this rap take this for your benediction better get on your knees priest find a new power to petition I've seen the law and it's been written Tyr don't make it to the 4th edition!
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF FRC
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Post by Unknown on Feb 24, 2015 21:49:53 GMT -5
Alright, I'll start, all in good fun: I am known as Justicar, both near and far From the highest mountains, to beneath the bar Known nearer, than farther, aka *THE* god-father I start fire from nothing, like winter-never something Take you to the realms, both lower and higher Then I take you to the nine and farther to the FR (see) I can hang with you, in the lowest of places Be back for dinner with Alusair and their graces To be in my plan, you just have to know You must come equipped, with the highest flow...NEXT!!! Alright I am game. Dont' smite me! It's true in fact you started the fire You created a realm which we all love and admire But I am the king of plot stuffin Ain't nobody got nuthin on McGuffin I rock the story three years in the making They can't wait to see what I got baking My plots are hard core which everyone adores I am pimping them more than BoOT's whores You created this drug and I am addict The damage to my free time is tragicNEXT!!! How dare you challenge the great Justicar? I am afraid that 'Guff has just gone too far. FRC is ten years old and that's quite a feat, Now watch me as I kick you to the back seat. Your stuffin may have built the foundation, But you had nothing till I brought the innovation. I'm twice as good as you and I'm still Unknown, I'm half as old as you, and you're full grown. I get sick and tired correcting your grammar, I just kicked -you- ass to the slammer. All you do is lead your players with misdirection, While I rock so hard they get an erection. NEXT!!!
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Post by Razgriz on Feb 24, 2015 22:01:38 GMT -5
This thread should be stickied! haha Bers won of course! But.... Im not saying anything about DMs
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Post by Savoie Faire on Feb 24, 2015 22:04:49 GMT -5
Alright I am game. Dont' smite me! It's true in fact you started the fire You created a realm which we all love and admire But I am the king of plot stuffin Ain't nobody got nuthin on McGuffin I rock the story three years in the making They can't wait to see what I got baking My plots are hard core which everyone adores I am pimping them more than BoOT's whores You created this drug and I am addict The damage to my free time is tragicNEXT!!! How dare you challenge the great Justicar? I am afraid that 'Guff has just gone too far. FRC is ten years old and that's quite a feat, Now watch me as I kick you to the back seat. Your stuffin may have built the foundation, But you had nothing till I brought the innovation. I'm twice as good as you and I'm still Unknown, I'm half as old as you, and you're full grown. I get sick and tired correcting your grammar, I just kicked -you- ass to the slammer. All you do is lead your players with misdirection, While I rock so hard they get an erection. NEXT!!!I can take the mike, because I'm everywhere you see, Ain't none of you bizatches got a single thing on me. I'm riddlin', I'm rhymin', I'm recruitin' Volunteers, With plots so convoluted, envy's bringing you to tears. I spend my time with lowbies 'cause that's where the fun is at, Not with the crusty elites who all wear a DM hat. The new guy, the little man, the every day role player, Is who I serve when I DM, it's time you said your prayer. I am the baddest DM, it isn't hard to see, 'Cause I'm the guy you meet when you login to FRC. Next!
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Post by ladyphoenix on Feb 25, 2015 0:07:35 GMT -5
unknown and Savoie beating down the ancient justicar and McGuffin. Interesting.
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Post by DM Justicar - Creator of FRC on Feb 25, 2015 9:19:30 GMT -5
unknown and Savoie beating down the ancient justicar and McGuffin. Interesting. Yeah, it's like a 4 way rap battle now, guess I will do a collective beat down. =)
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Post by McGuffin on Feb 25, 2015 9:45:34 GMT -5
unknown and Savoie beating down the ancient justicar and McGuffin. Interesting. Yeah, it's like a 4 way rap battle now, guess I will do a collective beat down. =) Well, Unknown wasn't going to post but his. It was good so I told him to share it. Savioe didn't want to hog the spot light and posted his quiet. I laughed and told him it was too much fun to not share. I didn't figure either one of us had any to fear so bring it on FRC. I have thick skin.
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Post by DM Justicar - Creator of FRC on Feb 25, 2015 10:21:43 GMT -5
Yeah, it's like a 4 way rap battle now, guess I will do a collective beat down. =) Well, Unknown wasn't going to post but his. It was good so I told him to share it. Savioe didn't want to hog the spot light and posted his quiet. I laughed and told him it was too much fun to not share. I didn't figure either one of us had any to fear so bring it on FRC. I have thick skin. Hehe, yeah, after 10 years of being on the receiving end of forum trolls, this is light work. Keep it coming.
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Feb 25, 2015 16:35:57 GMT -5
You fools done stank it up, now daddy Syd here to dank it up Got cred in in the house, and I rank it up. Can taste your tears already like I drank'm up.
Your plots to predictable It makes me weep I feast on your moves like a wolf on sheep Ain't no rhymes you can combine to find The way to top me now, I'm Stormhorn high
I'm like a pro. I'm like boat upon the Immer... Flow. I got the crew to keep me in the... Know. Where you hide your little secret's where I go. My hand got Cards I never even gotta show.
Come on kids I dare ya, but first you best prepare ya, With my lore apart I'll tear ya, So fast you're ass'll never even know.
NEXT
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Post by McGuffin on Feb 25, 2015 17:06:25 GMT -5
You fools done stank it up, now daddy Syd here to dank it up Got cred in in the house, and I rank it up. Can taste your tears already like I drank'm up.
Your plots to predictable It makes me weep I feast on your moves like a wolf on sheep Ain't no rhymes you can combine to find The way to top me now, I'm Stormhorn high
I'm like a pro. I'm like boat upon the Immer... Flow. I got the crew to keep me in the... Know. Where you hide your little secret's where I go. My hand got Cards I never even gotta show.
Come on kids I dare ya, but first you best prepare ya, With my lore apart I'll tear ya, So fast you're ass'll never even know.
NEXT Before I start let me blow you a kiss. Card you think you want to try some of this? Oh hell yeah boy I knew you couldn't resist. Your lyrics are about to get dismissed. Of course my plots are predictable, Cause if I tried to riddle ya, It would hospital ya, Card can't handle my racket Get the fool a straight jacket. If your a pro this must be the Special Olympics, Do they give gold medals for limp discs? (Clean version) Your mind is blown it's about to burst! If your lucky that will be the worst. If your not they will call in a Hurst. Just remember that at least I kissed you first!NEXT!!!
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Post by Fenix on Feb 25, 2015 17:48:56 GMT -5
You fools done stank it up, now daddy Syd here to dank it up Got cred in in the house, and I rank it up. Can taste your tears already like I drank'm up.
Your plots to predictable It makes me weep I feast on your moves like a wolf on sheep Ain't no rhymes you can combine to find The way to top me now, I'm Stormhorn high
I'm like a pro. I'm like boat upon the Immer... Flow. I got the crew to keep me in the... Know. Where you hide your little secret's where I go. My hand got Cards I never even gotta show.
Come on kids I dare ya, but first you best prepare ya, With my lore apart I'll tear ya, So fast you're ass'll never even know.
NEXT Before I start let me blow you a kiss. Card you think you want to try some of this? Oh hell yeah boy I knew you couldn't resist. Your lyrics are about to get dismissed. Of course my plots are predictable, Cause if I tried to riddle ya, It would hospital ya, Card can't handle my racket Get the fool a straight jacket. If your a pro this must be the Special Olympics, Do they give gold medals for limp discs? (Clean version) Your mind is blown it's about to burst! If your lucky that will be the worst. If your not they will call in a Hurst. Just remember that at least I kissed you first!NEXT!!! All this love and affection, it's really quite dreary Thinking you're the baddest of the bad, but really quite clearly You're not to compare, not to the natural heir This everchangin' man who's got that natural flair!
Ain't got me no shape, ain't got me no clause Takin' all your baddies down with just these teeth and claws. Tearing everyone apart just to watch them fade Always leaving with a farewell, "In the comfort of the shade."
Questionable in origin But the ladies still adorin' him Fenix got more game than you gods or your sorcerin'
You got nothin' on this druid makin' hell up in your city Just breaking down your plans, it's really quite a pity. So take a step back, go back out to your rants Cause with Fenix in the game you ain't never stand a chance.NEXT!!!
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Feb 25, 2015 19:04:29 GMT -5
What kinda man brings a giant to a dwarf fight? What kinda man blames lag for a lost night? The kinda man that anti-magic cones his own team, turning every boss fight to nightmare from dream
I got news for that chip on your shoulder my son, before I was Syd I was Tortilla the Hun I'll lay waste every face you got just for fun You say Fenix the Faceless. I say Fenix the None
And you, Mr. McGuffin, you wanna know somethin? You think your plot's got the intrige to make gold from nothin? You got ideas on how to send my boy runnin? Hope you got better plans than a kiss and some humpin'
Your Imp whores ain't got the goods Card doth desire, His loins yearn for a different sort of fire Like James did to Elfaxnafar, Card'll do to you Except instead of his staff, your balls will be blue.
PEACE
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Post by ... on Feb 25, 2015 20:44:58 GMT -5
Started out with a few goodies, They fell victim to RDD bullies, Remade a psycho murderess, Coss evils get all the cookies, She used to have a few buddies, But evil wise they were all rookies, She murdered them all and ate their souls, Yummies.
Came on the forums and asked a question, Reply soaked in passive aggression, I’m deeply sorry for my characters transgression, Surely you know it’s not my true profession? I’m just a nerdy white chick, Trying to overcome manic depression, I didn’t mean to give you the impression, That I’m really into murder and oppression.
Had a vision, That I’d play my girl with low wisdom, That’s dangerous and it’s down to the roleplay system, Low wisdom means dumb choices, I hope I’m keeping this rhythm, Kind of worried about her freedom, Soon she’ll end up in prison.
I’m wondering if I have the gall, To stick with her for the long haul, She is running low on disguises, Have to buy a new shawl, She has had loads of close calls, Most of which I don’t recall, One day Cyric will forsake her all, And she’ll be off to the Wailing Wall.
Despite all of this, she’s gonna prevail, Just as soon as she can get out of jail? I won’t complain, I like the freedom, But soon I’m expecting that unwanted mail, Maybe if I’m sneaky I’ll get to continue my tale? Or, maybe it’ll spell the end of this Red Nail.
Okay, now I’m in character, I’m gonna be unkind, It’s alright to dislike, That’s part of the design, It helps remind of who I despise, Keep the fire burning inside, Watch out while I’m in disguise, One mistake and you’re mine, I’m ready to strike so taste my spikes, Leave you bleeding and bleating, While I take a hike.
<3
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Post by Masterbard Alyster Darkharp on Jul 24, 2020 21:40:20 GMT -5
I go back so damn far that you best recognize, That I was old school before Shamoke arrived. All you playa haters judging me by my size Never had a rap battle with Ardaan the Sly.
I creep into your skull like a mind flayer tentacle My ballads leave you reaching up to me at the pinnacle. So you wanna learn? Just listen. I'll burn a rhyme into your mind like I'm Fireball Fisten.
My schemes will leave your crew straight shredded Like a server when it's crashed with the Munroe Method. When I pluck the chords on my harp made of bone All the shorties treat me like I'm up on the Wyvern Throne.
Never was a mask more fashionable I was pimpin that look before Covid went international. You think your petty intrigues can lay me low? Theres still a thing or two to learn before the end of the show.
As you look up at me taking your last gasp I lay a spell on you so dope youll think that Im Vanderghast. You feel the dagger twist and see that you were the mark, Just the latest victim of that Bard Darkharp.
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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Jul 24, 2020 22:17:28 GMT -5
I go back so damn far that you best recognize, That I was old school before Shamoke arrived. All you playa haters judging me by my size Never had a rap battle with Ardaan the Sly. I creep into your skull like a mind flayer tentacle My ballads leave you reaching up to me at the pinnacle. So you wanna learn? Just listen. I'll burn a ryme into your mind like I'm Fireball Fisten. My schemes will leave your crew straight shredded Like a server when it's crashed with the Munroe Method. When I pluck the chords on my harp made of bone All the shorties treat me like I'm up on the Wyvern Throne. Never was a mask more fashionable I was pimpin that look before Covid went international. You think your petty intrigues can lay me low? Theres still a thing or two to learn before the end of the show. As you look up at me taking your last gasp I lay a spell on you so dope youll think that Im Vanderghast. You feel the dagger twist and see that you were the mark, Just the latest victim of that Bard Darkharp. You call yourself an epic bard? Shame, you don't seem to try very hard, Vanderghast? That's a mistake that makes you second rate, A failure, so it's time to meet your fate. You're all washed up, your time is passed, Your history needs work and now you get sassed, Vangerdahast was the poor mage's name, A wizard as strong as you are lame. This isn't a game for a tired old coot, So you should hobble on out before you get the boot, Get lost, make way for the best new take, From the better bard- Emily Blake.
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Post by nemusator on Jul 25, 2020 5:51:22 GMT -5
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"Yo! Restorin tha temple, can suck out a snail right outa it shell... [ ~Withoouououuut mustaches getting sludgyyyyy!~ Sexy female vocals in the background... *Fadeaway with glass shattering vibratos*] "The name's Chell. A Milil's knight, skeletons get so fright, their bones snap, crumble into bone dice, to the size of rice, just when hearing the name, incinerating evil is my game, Yo! Think you can do it better then me!?
Dragon's scales pop out just when they hear me sing, and form a spiky ring it is the effect I bring, and boy I can swing, two-handed sword, shinier then gold, although I'm old, takes an old man to deliver a punch! ~sang in tonality of "Gangsta's paradise" song.~
Now listen to them demiliches skulls crunch! ~Now quickly inhales deeply and converts to brain numbing beatbox, bone drum of some sort, about 20 effects, cymbals...~
With my Wi-Ho Evelyn by my side ~dance move, freeze, points at her ~magically appearing, would be awesome if she would do some Beyonce dances, shakes, spins... Lights out on Evelyn while she is still dancing, back to Chell~
"Through dangers we glide! Whatever Cormyr's ghettos throw at us, we turn it into past... Without history... Gone as a dust, it is how good we are, it is what we must, Yo, ...aha... Let me see you hands! *claps, hoping confidentially people will join, "Sing with meee Coormyr!!" ~Repeats everything, offering mic to the crowd as he dances-raps-jumps on stage...~ ~Some cool theatrical ending, courtzis to Cormyrian audience, leaves the stage waving and
blowing kisses....~
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Post by winterglass on Jul 25, 2020 6:59:25 GMT -5
Oh, there go the old guard stompin' their size nines Chantin' their tired rhymes, but I'm inclined to decline To give the respect you might've grown to expect Cause I've arrived, lookin' fine, and it's time for MY lines!
MAKE WAY! For the Lliira-cal genius extravagant The debonair gentleman, straight outta Luskan! Tailoring by Copperhand, finest fiddle in my hand Half orc - all man - I'm all RAWL RAVIGAN!
Spittin' sick like yet another metaphor for Covid Like a ronin, to no particular cause I'm devoted Killing with a sword to the heart, thrilling with the bardic arts! Swimming with these bardic sharks - So, are we ready to start?
DARKHARP, got respect, you're whip-smart and you're looking sharp But you're old news, who even remembers now who you are? Although you -could- just be Rago in a fancy mask - how would we know? Color-spray your party and shout 'YES!' a bunch of times if it's so?
But a pistol from Lantan? Handlin' handcannons is feeble Our armoury's late Mediaeval! Sure they're in the setting but I'm betting The rest of us'll never be getting to wield'em in battle for real C'mon, man! Pick up a real bow, and ditch the Desert Eagle?
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Post by Southpaw on Jul 25, 2020 8:44:08 GMT -5
You all better fear little Miss Calah Cain A quick blade in the dark and you're feeling the pain I been 'round forever, but I'm new to the crew Who just wandered in like the fresh morning dew
You think you're all special, but you best shut your yap Or I'll leave in your path an eh-pic fire trap Take all your coins through a hole in your purse And laugh in derision while you moan and you curse
You're dwarven, you're elven, your gnomish and hin Half-orc, and half-elf, Cormyrean kin It just doesn't matter, 'cause nothing can stop This clever contraption that the gods made to drop Every obstacle that ever came up in its way You best all stay clear, or you'll vanish to stay
I'll set Lantan grenades to go off in your pack Set tri-spike surprise where you won't get it back I'll put goop in your stew that'll keep you up late Make you wish that Sam's Special were what you just ate
You think you're all safe when you lay down to sleep But into your room so softly I creep I unlock the door and don't make even a peep And make you pay a price astronomically steep
I don't have to cause trouble by stealing your gold Reversing the flow can leave you out in the cold Somebody went and snitched to the city guard thugs That you don't even know, but you're runnin' some drugs
How did that happen? How can that be? You say, "I think someone got the better of me." Your biggest mistake so far as any can tell Is that you messed with a rogue, and she made your life hell!
You started it off, think you're ahead of the pack So here come clever fingers with a brainy attack I can do this all day, but you need a turn So the whole world can watch as you crash and burn!
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Post by Masterbard Alyster Darkharp on Jul 25, 2020 11:52:15 GMT -5
Emily Blake? More like Aria Blake. You're barkin at the gentleman who wrote Blake the Snake. Before you wander away after you get your ass shook, My biography is known as the Epic Level Handbook. You got one thing right, I'm all washed up, Washed up for my damn dinner that you best go cook!
You call me the old guard, but -they- call me the Master Bard. My Copperhand Clothes were bought with your mamas credit card! You ain't no Ronin, you're a convincted stalker, And my rhymes will slay your rep like I'm Manshin the Wind Walker! Finest fiddle in your hand? Son, we call it a violin. I break fiddles on the heads of fools who come with tha violince.
Little Miss Calah Cain? More like Little Miss whats-her-name? Little Miss nobody ever knew she was spittin game. You think you can provoke Harp? You could provoke Frubo. He's a better bard than you with a rusty old childrens Tuba! Take that Lantan grenade and shove it into your spike trap. I slay better rhymes than yours before my post secondbreakfast-nap!
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Post by lucid on Jul 25, 2020 13:07:42 GMT -5
Well now what's all this, someone started a battle? You almost got away with it but somebody tattled And now you're in trouble, 'cause the Mistress is here To eviscerate your rhymes and make Mayhem in your ear!
I'm not up on a pedestal, you're just in a pit Make deeper wounds with my umbrella than you do with a crit You're the least and I'm a beast, infamous in this realm You soiled your linens at the grinnin' skull I use for a helm
I'm the Lioness Rampant, it's War I do well I'm so cool I get frostbite while I'm chillin' in Hell Put your rhymes out to pasture, on the grass they'll be grazing Toss your ass like my hair, 'cause I'M BLOODY AMAZING
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Post by Animayhem on Jul 25, 2020 15:26:56 GMT -5
" Calling me the princess of ice, Well you know that is not nice, No need to mean because I follow the beauty queen, My skin is blue and so are my locks, You will never see me "walk the docks."
A'zu'ra
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Post by Peter Goezinya on Jul 27, 2020 7:29:04 GMT -5
Oh damn, I can't believe this happened, FRC Nerds on the forums started rappin, Yours truly is included, While I think of something stupid, Just to put it in here fluidly, And no one even knows me, But they hate the things I have to say, Annoying people every day, Just watch'em cry and shout away, Entire lives, Lived in dismay, Nothing you can do to change, The wavelength patterns in my brain, It's insane, Just carry on, I promise it will be okay, Just live your life and leave me be, Or be a part, of what I see, Hold on while I destroy dummies, Give me your horse so I can eat, I've starved, Too far and too long, I gotta get out the Gaunt so I finished this song.
Shout out to Davice, thanks for the tears.
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Post by Southpaw on Jul 27, 2020 11:10:18 GMT -5
Emily Blake? More like Aria Blake. You're barkin at the gentleman who wrote Blake the Snake. Before you wander away after you get your ass shook, My biography is known as the Epic Level Handbook. You got one thing right, I'm all washed up, Washed up for my damn dinner that you best go cook! You call me the old guard, but -they- call me the Master Bard. My Copperhand Clothes were bought with your mamas credit card! You ain't no Ronin, you're a convincted stalker, And my rhymes will slay your rep like I'm Manshin the Wind Walker! Finest fiddle in your hand? Son, we call it a violin. I break fiddles Aon the heads of fools who come with tha violince. Little Miss Calah Cain? More like Little Miss whats-her-name? Little Miss nobody ever knew she was spittin game. You think you can provoke Harp? You could provoke Frubo. He's a better bard than you with a rusty old childrens Tuba! Take that Lantan grenade and shove it into your spike trap. I slay better rhymes than yours before my post secondbreakfast-nap! So ... the little harp thinks that he's gonna crack back. Are those words in your mouth, or milk and cookies for your snack? And before you think again to recycle my rhymes, You gotta come up with your own stuff to keep up with the times. Lantan grenade, huh? Three spike surprise? Your lines are so lame you just plagiarize. You think you're all hard because you're a bard. Recyclin' stories too is your calling card. You got no stories of your own, cuz you're parked on your butt Telling everyone else's tales sitting out by the road rut. Well I don't need to tell stories about others bein' brave. Unlike you, I know the way to an actual adventuring cave!
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