Simple idea behind this thread really no more than 8 lines try to be original and relivent. i'll start!

time to start some beef like a triple rodeo burger,
i know im better than the rest like tina turner,
but come back if you can try and diss me or poontang,
i'm sure i'll send you on your way like a boomerang,
so untill the next time when your return for more,
remember this.... your mums a whore,
no i swear it's truth shes been swallowin' rotten juice,
i saw her photo in a kings cross phone booth!

hold tight i have more! but we spit in lines of eight,
tell us this wowzer if your so fucking great,
the no edit rule when you make a post
did you think i had not noticed, cos your some lyrical ghost?
last 3 post you made, you edited every one.
being so shit cant be much fun.
but do you know whats better than that?
last post, been edited, and its still wrong you twat.

(my faviroute one on this whole thread to date - exellent)

I edit em al cos francly mi speling is atroshus,
but i bang them down quick - and brother - you know this,
from this point forward - i'll leave them be,
but dont go pointing that dictionary see?
i am who i am, and you are who you be,
and i am in love with someone - yeah it's me,
atleast i big up myself, im still growing,
better than your thin veil of self loathing!

Meh
Meh
Meh
Meh
Meh
Meh
Meh
Meh

european bob
what a knob
thinks he is great
too clever to articulate
i'll give you the facts
your being a twat
how the lyracist's has fell
and he has started to smell.

Bob stay hushed, im the talizman,
anything other than 'Meh' well just be embarrasing,
spesh pointed out that im in love with myself,
thats because i dont look like a down syndrome elf,
if you lose those glasses bob, off you'd tottle,
till you could replace them with the bottom of a bottle,
and whats with that coathager bob, whats your game,
ahhh i see there the glasses frame!

ok i admit i put on a front,
im really insecure, and in my throat is a lump,
im an ordinary bloke, yeah im alright,
i got into rapping, 'cos I felt so white,
i find certain aspects of being just elude me,
and everyone seems without struggle,
I find some some conversations just confuse me
im sorry did i just burst your bubble?

his name is wowzer,
he is funky,
went to the zoo,
to see a monkey,
played with its willy,
got covered in spunky,
poor old wowzer,
his lyrics are clunky.


;-)

Give it a rest, Chris. You're just posting crap rhymes now.

OMG you cant even put a rhyme together on here.... for many pages you have 'flirted' with 8 lines, but before you dis me lets see what you have got.....

Go back over a hundred pages and you will see class of an extinct era. Check through the groups comments to find the battle thread tournament, nothing you post up now is going to relive what we had.

That's it.

Turnip.

Wowzer, you're better off in the back room with a vacuum.
Spitting weak lyrics to a bad tune.
It's high noon, glock back, boom.
Lyrical headshot, why so soon?
Hungry like a wolf, I howl at the moon.
Take it back like Duran Duran.
It's old school shit like Phnunamnun.
You're just a fool on crack and you look so dumb.

i was with you till "old school shit"
then you used a word that dont quite fit
lets bring back this thread to its former glory
we need a new mascot, with a new sob story
or someone else whos lyrics are wack
you know what fuckit, bring elaine back
dressed like a smurf and off smoking crack
so get those BUDS IN, im off to spam CHAT.

Like the sun at noon, or a salmon rising,
your hateful disposition is not suprising,
if you let go and flow there is no need for despising,
you might as well listen - cos im chatting some wise things,
just do as i say no time for over analysing,
pick out the gems and to your life you must apply it,
one day bob you might sucseed,
if all else fails then just copy me! ! !

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Whats that? it's a line drawn in the sand,
my swords drawn, face pale - withdrawn,
hateful sporn, words with barbs forlorn,
stranggling other sentances with thorn,
wipping up the area like a storm,
reborn as a faun, beggingings, a new day has dawn,
only to have to take ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKER ON!,
and like the beat of the drum it goes on and on and on....

wowzer that was crap,
stop acting like a twat,
8 short lines for battle rap,
im the best and that is FACT.
this thread has been dead,
your back with your bald head,
should have stayed in bed,
now shut up, let someone else post instead.

ok ok - that did make sence,
mine is a 50 pound note,
yours is the decommissioned old half pence,
im ten thouand percent shaper, whittier, and darker,
moodier than you moodier as a master,
a master of ripping off plasters,
and disposing of scabs from hear on in to ever after,
and all your here is my laughter as you drift off into sparkle...

*into a

O.K folks - what's occuring,
lets rev this engine up - lets get the old beast purring,
lets put the spoon in and 8 lines do the stirring,
perrformence numero uno, fantastic, sterling,
romp to the top - like a vintage bottle,
with so much pressure but this cork is unpopable,
unstopable, infalible, in fact it is incredible,
so come motherfuckers come alive...