Beav, A-Lamb and Wood Have A Rap Battle, Take 2
We shouldn't, but we did. Again.
DDBeavers: but I should warn you if you wanna step to my rhymes, I'll throw a beat and a right and crack your skull 2 times, so if you wanna kick it with the Beav, you'd best to bring your A-Game or just give up and leave
fudelco03: how ya livin beav?
DDBeavers: yo I'm livin' phat or sucka didn't you know? I make them fools look cornier than LFO, I'll drop a rhyme, take a breath, drop another and then, eat me a cadbury egg and do it over again
Atwood333: A-Game? Fool, just check the last name. Most folks see Atwood and then they get tame. But your brain's broke, dumb enough to step. Got so many rhymes, I'll rap till I get strep.
fudelco03: Oh man rusty i am i'm not flowin as fast as i can, trying to rap but my rhymes are broke, might just say screw it i've already choked
Atwood333: Shoot, man. I make this look easy. Just got done strokin that "Girl from TV" Flow so scary, I make the kids flock. Flappin' my wings, going "Bock bock bock"
DDBeavers: listen to this fool, soundin' like a chicken head, I assualt a rhyme so hard it's one more kick from dead. if you didn't know I got the A-1 rep, and I'll kill like penicilin that'll off your strep
Atwood333: A-1 rep? So you like steak sauce. Well, I ain't got beef so you must be at a loss. Make you my bitch, run you on some errands. Oh by the way, could you pick up some Lea and Perrins?
DDBeavers: I know you didn't send me for the worchestershire, I'm gonna run you over like I was monster truck tires. You'll get scorched so bad you'll be all covered in soot, while I just keep roarin' on just like my name was Bigfoot.
Atwood333: Monster trucks, huh? Well I'm the Gravedigger. Your fame stays small while mine gets bigger and bigger. My concert's soon. Invitation's sent. Screamin' "Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!" cause it's the main event.
DDBeavers: Well Sunday Sunday Sunday was the Lord's day of rest. You'd better follow his example; I'm in my Sunday best. I'll tell it like the preacher: your soul's in rap purgatory, you'd better get on your knees and start to worship my glory
fudelco03: dude, i might declare myself officially weak.............
DDBeavers: you ain't declarin shit, I'll do it for you son. Your rhymes was out of line before they'd even begun. If was you I'd stick to coinin' new slang and leave the real rappin to the Harper 8 gang
fudelco03: It's time to switch A-lambs ready. About to make my rebutles extra mc heavy. You guys are tight but here comes the End Make sure you realize your still my friends. Sorry to say your raps are lame go back to school or qit this game
Atwood333: Shit. son. Better quit your griping. Just go pick up a copy of "Mavis Beacon teaches Typing" Speaking of, I got something to teach too. So sit down, kid. Rap Class ain't through.
DDBeavers: Look at you, citing obscure computer games. They must remind you of your flow: it's been neutered and it's tame. You try to shift gears but your lexicon stalls, and you try to bust rhymes, but you got no rap balls
fudelco03: Holy shit i've met my match i got beav on one hand and wood in class. Back off before my flow starts to rise. A-lamb enters puttin tears in your eyes
DDBeavers: and if you're teaching "rap class" then I got ADD. your verse isn't tight enough to motivate me. You're doing all your best and you're just bustin your hiney, but I just sit here and think "Ooooooh shiney!"
Atwood333: I don't care about you and your psych's... now what was I saying? Oh! Wanna ride bikes? Anyways, you're the load-blowin' expert up in this place. Now go grab a towel and wipe off your face.
(refers to the joke:
How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb?
One to hold the ladder and...hey, wanna go ride bikes?!?)
DDBeavers: yeah the kids with ADD they say "let's go ride bikes" but if you're askin' me I say "let's go rock mics", as for nut bustin' I know a thing or two, and like she had flakes, I get her head & shoulders too
fudelco03: Wanna ride bikes...Bring a water bottle. cause i have just entered a state of full throttle. do me a favor and quit right now. before i destroy you through these raps somehow
fudelco03: Beav here you go settin the bar low. i dont even have to rap but i'll give it a go. Here come the ryhmes so grab your glasses. Put off on rappin before i slap them asses
DDBeavers: hey yo A-Lamb whutchu say about some lowass bar? your rymes are so far down they don't show on my rap-dar. I'll make em' bob their heads so hard that they all break their necks, while your words don't even count 'cause they're below the hard deck
Atwood333: Below the hard deck means disqualified. There's no getting Jester. Shouldn't even have tried. Your raps are useless. Don't know how to think. And just like Slider, *sniff sniff*, you stink
fudelco03: Ok shit time to make things clear. I havent rapped in over a year. But it still dont matter please bring your best. Cause after i'm through you'll be put to rest
DDBeavers: Hard deck my ass, we nailed that S.O.B. and you can't catch up because I'm going Mach-3. I spit a verse so hot you'll melt just like a candle, and you wanna eject but you can't reach the handle
Atwood333: What the hell?
Atwood333: I have a call from Manitoba...
DDBeavers: Man who the hell is calling you from up in Manitoba? I hear they got such fly bartenders I'd never be soba, but forget about Canadia, it's too cold for me. You'll never hear The Beav claiming Vancouver, BC
DDBeavers: but I should warn you if you wanna step to my rhymes, I'll throw a beat and a right and crack your skull 2 times, so if you wanna kick it with the Beav, you'd best to bring your A-Game or just give up and leave
fudelco03: how ya livin beav?
DDBeavers: yo I'm livin' phat or sucka didn't you know? I make them fools look cornier than LFO, I'll drop a rhyme, take a breath, drop another and then, eat me a cadbury egg and do it over again
Atwood333: A-Game? Fool, just check the last name. Most folks see Atwood and then they get tame. But your brain's broke, dumb enough to step. Got so many rhymes, I'll rap till I get strep.
fudelco03: Oh man rusty i am i'm not flowin as fast as i can, trying to rap but my rhymes are broke, might just say screw it i've already choked
Atwood333: Shoot, man. I make this look easy. Just got done strokin that "Girl from TV" Flow so scary, I make the kids flock. Flappin' my wings, going "Bock bock bock"
DDBeavers: listen to this fool, soundin' like a chicken head, I assualt a rhyme so hard it's one more kick from dead. if you didn't know I got the A-1 rep, and I'll kill like penicilin that'll off your strep
Atwood333: A-1 rep? So you like steak sauce. Well, I ain't got beef so you must be at a loss. Make you my bitch, run you on some errands. Oh by the way, could you pick up some Lea and Perrins?
DDBeavers: I know you didn't send me for the worchestershire, I'm gonna run you over like I was monster truck tires. You'll get scorched so bad you'll be all covered in soot, while I just keep roarin' on just like my name was Bigfoot.
Atwood333: Monster trucks, huh? Well I'm the Gravedigger. Your fame stays small while mine gets bigger and bigger. My concert's soon. Invitation's sent. Screamin' "Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!" cause it's the main event.
DDBeavers: Well Sunday Sunday Sunday was the Lord's day of rest. You'd better follow his example; I'm in my Sunday best. I'll tell it like the preacher: your soul's in rap purgatory, you'd better get on your knees and start to worship my glory
fudelco03: dude, i might declare myself officially weak.............
DDBeavers: you ain't declarin shit, I'll do it for you son. Your rhymes was out of line before they'd even begun. If was you I'd stick to coinin' new slang and leave the real rappin to the Harper 8 gang
fudelco03: It's time to switch A-lambs ready. About to make my rebutles extra mc heavy. You guys are tight but here comes the End Make sure you realize your still my friends. Sorry to say your raps are lame go back to school or qit this game
Atwood333: Shit. son. Better quit your griping. Just go pick up a copy of "Mavis Beacon teaches Typing" Speaking of, I got something to teach too. So sit down, kid. Rap Class ain't through.
DDBeavers: Look at you, citing obscure computer games. They must remind you of your flow: it's been neutered and it's tame. You try to shift gears but your lexicon stalls, and you try to bust rhymes, but you got no rap balls
fudelco03: Holy shit i've met my match i got beav on one hand and wood in class. Back off before my flow starts to rise. A-lamb enters puttin tears in your eyes
DDBeavers: and if you're teaching "rap class" then I got ADD. your verse isn't tight enough to motivate me. You're doing all your best and you're just bustin your hiney, but I just sit here and think "Ooooooh shiney!"
Atwood333: I don't care about you and your psych's... now what was I saying? Oh! Wanna ride bikes? Anyways, you're the load-blowin' expert up in this place. Now go grab a towel and wipe off your face.
(refers to the joke:
How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb?
One to hold the ladder and...hey, wanna go ride bikes?!?)
DDBeavers: yeah the kids with ADD they say "let's go ride bikes" but if you're askin' me I say "let's go rock mics", as for nut bustin' I know a thing or two, and like she had flakes, I get her head & shoulders too
fudelco03: Wanna ride bikes...Bring a water bottle. cause i have just entered a state of full throttle. do me a favor and quit right now. before i destroy you through these raps somehow
fudelco03: Beav here you go settin the bar low. i dont even have to rap but i'll give it a go. Here come the ryhmes so grab your glasses. Put off on rappin before i slap them asses
DDBeavers: hey yo A-Lamb whutchu say about some lowass bar? your rymes are so far down they don't show on my rap-dar. I'll make em' bob their heads so hard that they all break their necks, while your words don't even count 'cause they're below the hard deck
Atwood333: Below the hard deck means disqualified. There's no getting Jester. Shouldn't even have tried. Your raps are useless. Don't know how to think. And just like Slider, *sniff sniff*, you stink
fudelco03: Ok shit time to make things clear. I havent rapped in over a year. But it still dont matter please bring your best. Cause after i'm through you'll be put to rest
DDBeavers: Hard deck my ass, we nailed that S.O.B. and you can't catch up because I'm going Mach-3. I spit a verse so hot you'll melt just like a candle, and you wanna eject but you can't reach the handle
Atwood333: What the hell?
Atwood333: I have a call from Manitoba...
DDBeavers: Man who the hell is calling you from up in Manitoba? I hear they got such fly bartenders I'd never be soba, but forget about Canadia, it's too cold for me. You'll never hear The Beav claiming Vancouver, BC
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