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This guy didn't learn much from the last debate we had
I'll throw his a$$ back in school like my name was Jack Black
He gets smacked and cracks under my aerial attack,
So call it Pearl Harbor, part two, as I bomb this piece of crap
I'll rip his head open, play ping pong with his brain
That'll be the first time he's ever had his "head in the game"
See, I'm a menace, like Dennis, I get the wins and the fame
Stick to playing table tennis, cuz, face it, you're lame
Call yourself a king? Man, don't flatter yourself
Type "I lose" and tap out, then just gimme the belt
Cuz I'm the champ, the winner, a killer of men
To escape me, screw 9 spaces, you're gonna need ten
See, I'm a lyrically talented rap battle master
You're a mean-spirited, crappy, Katrina-like disaster
Empirically speaking, I'm surprised you even lasted,
But you better run away from the hell that you just crashed in
Yeah, I know you like to watch "Friendship is Magic"
But a grown man watching "My Little Pony" is Tragic
Magic's what all call the raps that come out of my hat
I'm Gandalf, you Balrog, and You Shall Not Pass
So pick up your skirt and go climb on your pony
Ride it back to your home, and then call up your homies
Dry your eyes and cry to 'em: "Phoenix just owned me"
While I get ready for dinner: I'm having roast Brony
Your turn. Good Luck.
I may be bad at debatin' but I'm a good rapper,
My descriptions so good you can practically taste the sapor
Throw in vegetable and meat and you've got a meal
My cookin's right there perfect and ideal
--Why not put you in the boilin' cauldron as well
It'll take off your reekin' street rat smell
Oh, I can already hear the death knell
Is it so soon for you to say farewell?
I see you're tryin' to give me that puppy face
It won't work, still gonna crush it with a mace
I'm such a merciless unstoppable killer
Gonna put your head through a giant driller
My opponent seriously got nothin' real
Tryin' to get me by usin' false appeal
But that only gives me the zeal
To run him over with a humongous wheel
Yes, people, this rap has already ended
His poorly constructed case can't be defended
He's gonna concede the very next round
That is how much harm is caused by his wound
He hadn't even begun swimming and he has already drowned
I concede...April Fools, just kidding
I'm Charlie Sheen here folks, this battle I'm winning
To my opponent, try to just escape with your life
You I'm owning, it'll only take two more rounds 'til you die
This dude may be a good "wrapper"-his picture IS Santa Claus
But when it comes to his rhyming, he doesn't hear much applause
You better scream for your reindeer-Rudolph better come quick
Cuz I'm 'bout to drop you down a lit chimney and call you Saint Nick
Your raps are a little bit too simple for me to care for
Your lyrics slightly too slow, they leave me wanting for more
So go home, pick up a pen, write your raps all night
Maybe you'll get it right, but right now it's a one-sided fight
Yeah, you critique my raps but rhyme wound with round
Call me Undertaker cuz you're gonna get Smacked Down
And while you lay on the ground, you'll get boos from the crowd
I'd say you would drive away-but you're not allowed
You're just fifteen, but you rap like you're five
I guess you're good for one thing-making me smile
You claim you're better-you've just been beguiled
By an ego bigger than your state of denial
And speaking of states, Colorado I must be
Because I'm a "higher" power than you, ok buddy?
So give up this battle, go home, just trust me
Because with the wrong rapper you've been f*cking
Indeed, my opponent truly is Sheen
He's even dumber than a coffee bean
I hit him like the Wolverine
All my hits and punches unforeseen
He complains about my raps being simple
Dismisses it simply as a pimple
Doesn't know it's a set-up trap
To smash you into nothing but scrap
My plan is genius in its core
Setting up my secret forces for this war
One second you're gleefully cacklin' in vain
The other and you've been slain
Ha, my opponent doesn't stand a chance
He shoots his bullets and I enjoy my dance
I can't be harmed, I'm an invulnerable God
I don't even need to be armed, you'll be so awed
I will give my opponent one last try
To escape before I swat him like a fly
To concede before I put him in my fish fry
--He knows very well his end is nigh
Might as well end it fast, send him explosive pie >:D
That last round had to be a joke, am I right?
Or are you really about to go down minus a fight?
I just peaked, Call me Everest, I stand tall
You look weak, take a rest, you don't belong in Nepal*
I know you like trolling, so that's gotta be it,
You failed if your goal was to be seen as legit,
Yeah, I'm number one, give up, it'll be easy to quit
They call you "number two" cuz you're a pile of sh*t
This kid calls himself a God, with a capital G
Not only did he lose-that's called blasphemy
I'll give you a hint; why him I don't believe:
How could he be a God if he's bowing to me?
I'll take your explosive pie, and shove it in your face
It'll blow your head so hard it'll end up in "9 space"
It'll float for days until you finally, gradually pass away
And "Sheen" will keep it as a perfect picture of "second place"
You lost. I won.
Give up. You're done:
So get a rope, tie it to your neck, around your throat
Tie it to my barn, get on all fours, and wait and hope,
I come back with a carrot when you get lonely,
Yeah, cuz you're gonna be MY little pony
*For all those who don't know, Mt Everest is in Nepal
My opponent states his rap's meant to be read out loud
But with so much comas it ain't possible, ain't allowed
He tried somethin' different but he failed
He's paintin' his argument with his hands nailed
He got nothing left in his brain
Feelin' far too much pain
He still got terrible rhymes in his rap
That only electricute him back--ZAP!
He's tryin' his hardest to gain back his honor
But I'm afraid he's as good as a goner
Gonna die a tragic death here and now
You're the true guy who's gonna bow
Indeed, these are the final words
Look at my opponent--I cut him into thirds
Every single round I slashed and beat him
His ultimate demise is so grim
This was a good debate, yes,
And I hope the voters have a good day, god bless
They'd better vote for me, the true rapper
For my opponent has fell and splatter'd
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Vote Placed by Adam_Godzilla 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: 9space rhyming smoothness was inconsist. Pros was better. However cons use of imagery gives power to his rhymes. So overall, cannot decide.
Vote Placed by rings48 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: By far superior syntax and actually keeps a close number of syllables to each line. Con sometimes has weird wording and cuts lines short.
Vote Placed by FuzzyCatPotato 2 years ago
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Reasons for voting decision: A: "9 space" rhyme. B: How to rap an image? No work.
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