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Originally posted by Psybro:

Yo, I'm about to lay down some shit hardcore
Like ripper told you, you just some stupid whore
Smack you in the face with mah penis and shit
Rip off your fucking head and play basketball with it
Like I was the Lakers and you were just some dick
Trying to front like you don't know mah rhyme's wicked sick
I'll sneak into yo house like some gangly ninja
Masturbate in your sister's face just to insult ya
I'll turn you inside out like a fresh-washed sweater
Try to run but you know mah skillz are gonna get ya

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Posted by Ikuse (Member # 3037) on 04-27-2003, 07:34 AM:
 
nooooooow this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

iiiiin west Philadelphia, born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days
chillin out, maxin, relaxin all cool
and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple a guys who were up to no good
started makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said "you're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.
She give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket,
Put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it!
First class yo, this is bad!
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like?
Hmmm, this might be all right,
but wait I hear they're prissy and all that.
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
well uh the plane landed and when I came out
there was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening disapeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the liscense plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror!
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I though "nah man, forget it, yo homes, to Bel Air"

I
pulled
up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cabby "yo homes smell ya lata"
looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel Air
 

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Posted by Rolken (Member # 7) on 04-27-2003, 10:31 AM:
 
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain,
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain...
But that's just perfect for an Amish like me!
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity.
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milking cows,
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows...fool!
And I've been milkin' and plowin' so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone.
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline;
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin.
But if I finish all of my chores - and you finish thine,
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1699.

We've been spending most of our lives living in an Amish paradise,
I've churned butter once or twice, living in an Amish paradise,
It's hard work and sacrifice, living in an Amish paradise,
We sell quilts at discount price, living in an Amish paradise.

A local boy kicked me in the mud last week...
I just smiled at him, and I turned the other cheek,
I really don't care; in fact, I wish him well,
'cause I'll be laughing my head off when he's burning in Hell.
But I ain't never punched a tourist even if he deserved it -
An Amish with a 'tude, you know that's unheard of.
I never wear buttons, but I got a cool hat,
And my homies agree I really look good in black...fool!
If you come to visit, you'll be bored to tears,
We haven't even paid the phone bill in 300 years.
But we ain't really quaint, so please don't point and stare,
We're just technologically impaired.
There's no phones, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe... we're as primitive as can be.

We've been spending most of our lives living in an Amish paradise,
We're just plain and simple guys living in an Amish paradise,
There's no time for sin and vice living in an Amish paradise,
We don't fight; we all play nice, living in an Amish paradise.

Hitchin' up the buggy. Churnin' lots of butter.
Raise a barn on Monday; soon I'll raise another.
Think you're really righteous? Think you're pure at heart?
Well, I know I'm a million times as humble as thou art.
I'm the pious guy the little Amlets wanna be, like
On my knees day and night, scorin' points for the afterlife.
So don't be vain! And don't be whiney! Or else,
My brother, I might have to get medieval on
your heiny!

We've been spending most of our lives living in an Amish paradise,
We're all crazy Mennonites living in an Amish paradise,
There's no cops or traffic lights, living in an Amish paradise,
But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish Paradise.

[ 04-27-2003, 10:32 AM: Message edited by: Rolken ]
 

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Posted by Psybro (Member # 290) on 04-27-2003, 10:43 AM:
 
Rolken wins by ripping off a guy who gets paid to be funny.
 

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Posted by Gary Oak (Member # 1028) on 04-27-2003, 12:04 PM:
 

 

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Posted by Psybro (Member # 290) on 04-27-2003, 03:37 PM:
 
werd life
 

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Posted by Dweedle (Member # 1209) on 04-27-2003, 04:11 PM:
 

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Originally posted by Ikuse:
nooooooow this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

iiiiin west Philadelphia, born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days
chillin out, maxin, relaxin all cool
and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple a guys who were up to no good
started makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said "you're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way.
She give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket,
Put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it!
First class yo, this is bad!
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like?
Hmmm, this might be all right,
but wait I hear they're prissy and all that.
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
well uh the plane landed and when I came out
there was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening disapeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the liscense plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror!
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I though "nah man, forget it, yo homes, to Bel Air"

I
pulled
up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cabby "yo homes smell ya lata"
looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to sit on my throne, as the prince of Bel Air

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Originally posted by Dav1dL:
Anti-wrestling Psybro?

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SSM

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Super Smash Mothers?
 

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Posted by Ikuse (Member # 3037) on 04-28-2003, 06:55 PM:
 

NintendoLover not only won the entire thread from now until the end of time, but he also won char's computer.
 

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Posted by sporkcore (Member # 2775) on 04-29-2003, 12:08 AM:
 
My shit's straight vile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch up your wounds
Inside the emergency room
They must work urgently or de-permanently be in a tomb
You see in the clergy soon
I'm taking this rap game serious from the start
Make your chest cut open with scalpel holding doctors working on your heart
Playing fucking God
Lacerating to pieces to of lard
Like vultures ripping Jesus apart
You're chopped up and divided in cubes
My tracks pump like blood pumping through isotopes
The human body gore who the fuck created it?
Veins and brains are insane and so creative shit
Satanic organs
Melodies of morbidness
Over the ramming sword of sicknesses the world's all been dissed
You rap like a cadaver
There's no life in you
I should stick a knife in you
Right through your windpipe will do

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

My pumping tracks hit you like gun shots fire crackers
And jumping jacks wrapped into one attack
This year, is just another point in time
Another year time devourers the joints in your spine
Until you're stressed
With no credentials left
Just your essential breath and the potential death
It's maggots and blindfolds, winter jackets and rifles
Caught up in the cycle of psychos
It's when your life goes
I'm done with baffling a kid disses and I grab him then I'm gonna stab 'em
son you're ain't fronting on my album
Spitting on your bitches tits
They shift the shit
My pistol grip is sadistic like my fistal clique

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

Now since World War 2 has a rapper slaughtered you
With the impact of Necro's rap
It's morbid true, in fact
Now since the person is a poet created grim probated 'em like mainguetches
making me end of the grange
I've had a profane effect
My angle has strangled the underground like a noose around the neck
My first radio coverage introduced you to being bluging
And took you to the brain of a Brooklyn kid that was thugging
Now I've got hundreds loving
Who would have thought I be considered the greatest cat
Explaining the verbal on slaw
Now everyone's objective is directed towards finding a Necro record or a
freestyle where I wreck the respected

24 shots in your head
I know you're dead but I want to make sure you're dead
So I pump 4 more in your head
With the Beretta you're dead but I want to make sure you're deader

die
 

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Posted by ThaMasta (Member # 1399) on 04-30-2003, 02:37 PM:
 

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Blastin' off now, yeah, here is my rhyme,
With a blast so big you'll think you just stepped on a mine,
Don't get in my way, foo, i'll run you down,
I'll make your face look like a roadkill clown.

I need to rap now at my best,
The aim of this rap is just to impress,
Non of you punks can try it with me,
I'll lay your ass down to D-I-E.

Pikachu rox? WTF n00b?
I'll kill ya twice and squash ya in a tube,
Now to end this whole threatening farce,
I'll park an ABRAMS up ya arse.

Yo, yo, this is the chourus, yo,
I ripped the head offa ya ho,
and hid her body in a pile of green snow,
And her face got eaten by a Carrien Crow.
Yeah I know you can't handle my flow,
I make it so you forget all that you know,
And fill your head with nothing but hate,
While i'm boning your momma and gettin you irate.

i'm one of those guys that no-one remembers,
so as revenge i get to eat all yo' fingers,
I know you will be thinking 'who is he',
He is just the finest rapper that you'll ev4r see.

Ph33r.

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Originally posted by NintendoLover:
Shenlong17 is one of the random newbies
Most of them missed seeing
PikaCharma scan her boobies

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*Shenlong19

And I did see the boobies.
 

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Posted by ceoalex316 (Member # 338) on 04-30-2003, 03:17 PM:
 
NintendoLover, that was poem not a rap song.
 

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Posted by Shenlong19 (Member # 2036) on 04-30-2003, 03:58 PM:
 
NintendoLover, that was poem not a rap song.

It's cliched as hell, but cowlix is just asking for it.


 

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Posted by Slade_64 (Member # 804) on 04-30-2003, 04:42 PM:
 
Oh, and by the way:


 

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Posted by NintendoLover (Member # 3138) on 04-30-2003, 08:55 PM:
 
If your name rhymes with beoalex316 you're stupid.
 

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