The Instigator
doomswatter
Pro (for)
Winning
4 Points
The Contender
aburk903
Con (against)
Losing
3 Points

Metalcore Battle

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Post Voting Period
The voting period for this debate has ended.
after 2 votes the winner is...
doomswatter
Voting Style: Open Point System: 7 Point
Started: 6/19/2014 Category: Games
Updated: 3 years ago Status: Post Voting Period
Viewed: 595 times Debate No: 56873
Debate Rounds (4)
Comments (3)
Votes (2)

 

doomswatter

Pro

It's a rap battle, but with screaming.

Con can start screaming in R1 or just accept. If Con starts in R1, he/she must pass R4 to give us an equal number of rounds.
aburk903

Con

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HAIL SATAN!!!!!!!
Debate Round No. 1
doomswatter

Pro

Normal words = low-pitched screaming
ALL CAPS WORDS = high-pitched screaming





Put out your candles, fuk your black mass
Hell's got better things to do than SAVE YOUR A$$
If demonic support was your master plan,
YOU'RE FUKED: I'M SATAN'S RIGHT-HAND MAN
Begging on your knees won't help you rock
But now you're just the right height to SUCK MY COK
A deal with the devil won't help you roll
I OWN CONTROL OF YOUR WHOLE FUKIN' SOUL

Better pray for mercy from me instead
My broken cross is painted bright red
I suffered and bled, NOW I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD
To put infernal fear into your INBRED HEAD

Pray to me, btch
PRAY TO ME

You put on a front, but you're shaking inside
IT'S TOO LATE TO HIDE, BUCKLE UP FOR THE RIDE
All chance of saving your pride died when you tried to take me
Your confidence lied, YOU WON'T GET OUT ALIVE
Your mother will cry when the cops notify her
That your sudden demise seemed to be SUICIDE
I'll comfort her heart, and she'll get over it quick
THEN I'LL COMFORT HER CNT WITH MY DEVILISH DIK
She'll come running to me to help her grieve
Then she'll cum for me, FACE DOWN, ON HER KNEES

CUM FOR ME, BTCH
CUM FOR ME
aburk903

Con

Spelling and grammar do not apply to obscenities, as the site regulates against them.

I stood over the virgin womb, spewing puss and smelling of doom
I crushed the Fallopian tube, no lube my Fallopian tomb
It smelled of $hit and mascara, made me harder than Viagra
My Cum of blood sprayed forth, more powerful than falls of Niagra
Jesus Christ came down from Heaven, smirking in woman's garb
I penetrated the divine virgin and offered genital mutilation to the Lord
I DRIVE AN ICE CREAM TRUCK TO ALL THE DAY CARES
MAKE THE CHILDREN HELP ME WALK, FOR I AM IMPAIRED
THEY RIDE ON MY LAP IN MY WHEELCHAIR
I SPEW THE CUM OF BLOOD IT DYES THEIR HAIR
Satanic pedophilia, nihilistic from Australia
For I come from down under, from the underworld
I HOPE YOU GET DIAGNOSED WITH CANCERRRR
AND ON THE WAY OUT OF THE CLINICCCCC
I'LL IMPREGNATE YOU WITH MY SPERM OF AIDDSSSSSSSS
Debate Round No. 2
doomswatter

Pro

Just as I prophecied, the suicide begins
I grin as I witness your inevitable end
Again and again, you pretend you can bend
the bars to your will, but your rhymes are a sin

"Garb" and "Lord"? WHAT THE FUK? IS YOUR BRAIN STUCK?
You opened your mouth, now you're all outa luck
Far better to forfeit, than look like a schmuck
Now everyone can see that you FUKIN' SUCK

Since you're from down under, I guess that's ok
It's the best place to stay when you're sucking all day
I'm not saying you're gay, JUST A FUKIN' ASH TRAY
FOR CUM SPRAY; Enjoy the COK BUFFET

Pedophilic abuse? You're pathetic and sick
I should do the world a favor and sever your dik
Amputate, castrate, before the animal mates
SO YOU CAN'T PROCREATE, IN CASE THE TRAITS ARE INNATE

My rhythm and rhyme are nailing you to the wall
Like it's nothing at all, and I'm fukin' appalled
At your sh!t; Sick of it; why don't you limp and crawl
Back to your own little world, so empty and small
aburk903

Con

I'm more metal than Anton Lavey shooing through Columbine with Kurt Cobain's shotgun
I PUT KITTENS IN BLENDERS AND EAT THE MOIST REMAINS UPON TORTILLA CHIPSSS
Bottling my sperm in mason jars for future consumption
THEY CALL ME SPOOGEJARRR TRIPP PANTSSS
Raping your Bikini Bottom with a pineapple
NOW YOU'VE GOT CRABBBSSS
Contrary to what you have said my suicide is not my demise
FOR DEATH IS MORE METAL THAN LIFE AND THROUGH IT I GAIN VICTORY
I go to the glory hole disguised as a womaannnnn
FOR SODOMY IS THE DESTRUCTION OF LIFE- NO PROCREATION MAKES ME METALLL
Getting mass bukakes from Jesus, Buddha, and Mohammed
WHILE JOSEPH SMITH FILMS AND MASTURBATEESSS
THE WORD OF GOD COAGULATES IN MY SPOON
RELIGION DRUG IS INJECTING SOON
ABORT ME FIRST BEFORE REBIRTH
LIVING FOR GOD IS HELL ON EARTH
Debate Round No. 3
doomswatter

Pro

Half the voters are dead from the boredom you spread
I fell asleep trying to read that load of sh!t that you said
YOUR BARS MAKE ME WANNA PUT A ROUND IN YOUR HEAD
But I'll just use this round to put you in your place instead

Little man, you thought that you could play with the gods
But your logic is flawed, I've seen through your facade
You say you're metal, but you're just a FAKE AND A FRAUD
AND NOW YOU'RE TARGET PRACTICE FOR MY FIRING SQUAD

You're sinking fast in a bottomless pit
Slowly drowning in the sh!t that you spit
Your battered carcass taking hit after hit
From the furious fists of my wisdom and wit

Your kitten comment is just laughable kitsch
Spongebob's about as metal as LILO AND STITCH
Your skills are broke while mine are FILTHY RICH
NOW TAKE YOUR WHIPPING LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BITCH




When I started this, I intended for it to just be a rap battle. The metalcore part was kind of a joke, since metalcore is basically just screamed rap. I didn't mean for it to become a death metal battle. I apologize to any readers that this may have scarred.


aburk903

Con

Screamed-Spoken Intro: My opponent has apologized to the voters for the scarring content of my lyrical force....I stand above the voters and urinate UNAPOLOGETICALLY
-guitar solo-
I'm so metal that as an altar boy I molested the priest
I'M SO METAL THAT I SOLVED S=Pi Akc^3/2hG AS THOUGH IT WERE SIMPLE ADDITION
I;m so metal that I use semicolons instead of apostrophes
FOR I AM SO POWERFUL THAT THE LETTER REPRESENTING ME MUST BE DIVIDED FROM THE REST OF MY SENTENCE AS A SEPARATE THOUGHT
I'm so matel thet I disragard spall chack
I'M SO METAL THAT MY ENTIRE HIP IS LITERALLY MADE OF METAL
-Bridge-
And as I rise above the flames of my destruction
I urinate great balls of fire as from a kidney stone obstruction
You think you could beat the son of Satan in a rap battle???
YOLO SWAG YOUNG MONEY GUCCI BURR! TWERK HO THOT #WTF
#YOUMUSTVOTECON
Debate Round No. 4
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Posted by doomswatter 3 years ago
doomswatter
Meh, you can do two more if you want.
Posted by aburk903 3 years ago
aburk903
Is this my last round or did my first scream not count?
Posted by NiamC 3 years ago
NiamC
"It's a rap battle, but with screaming"
This will be interesting
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Vote Placed by ShadowKingStudios 3 years ago
ShadowKingStudios
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Reasons for voting decision: Con's last 2 Parag. of 1st verse where strong & just about all encompassing til U botched it with last bar. U impregnating her w/ Ur sperm-filled AIDS was lame & weak. U would've killed had U said something like "I hope a stinky Chink impregnates you with his kinky sperm of AIDS." Ur line "FOR DEATH IS MORE METAL THAN LIFE AND THROUGH IT I GAIN VICTORY" is good braggadocio. U would've had my overall vote but Ur improper equation in metalcore lyrics through that out. Besides U violated a rule. Pro's last Parag. of 1st verse is what lyrics should be primarily about: imagery. For 10 bars U told a tightly woven insult. Although Ur last 2 verses didn't quite one-punch knock out Con, each one began with potency. ""Garb" and "Lord"? WHAT THE FUK? IS YOUR BRAIN STUCK?" When I first read where Con said them, I thought the same thing: "What the fuk is going on here? Something's off." The start of the last verse, tho it didn't have a dynamic rhyme pattern, it had symmetrical balance.
Vote Placed by lannan13 3 years ago
lannan13
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Reasons for voting decision: Con was so distrubbing to the point where Pro had to appologize to readers and voters. Con was more discriptive and his synax and diction helped depict a greater amount of vivid and morbid imigry. Reading this has gotten me into the mood of listening to Avenged 7fold.