Rap Battle
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The voting period for this debate has ended.
after 4 votes the winner is...
Phoenix61397
| Voting Style: | Open with Elo Restrictions | Point System: | Select Winner | ||
| Started: | 7/28/2014 | Category: | Entertainment | ||
| Updated: | 7 years ago | Status: | Post Voting Period | ||
| Viewed: | 1,726 times | Debate No: | 59671 | ||
Debate Rounds (4)
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Pro 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.  Con 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 |
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Pro 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 Good Luck Con  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  |
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Pro 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 Con 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 7 years ago
| Phoenix61397 | 9spaceking | |
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| Who won the debate: | - | - |
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 7 years ago
| Phoenix61397 | 9spaceking | |
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| Who won the debate: |  | - |
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 7 years ago
| Phoenix61397 | 9spaceking | |
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| Who won the debate: | | - |
Reasons for voting decision: A: "9 space" rhyme. B: How to rap an image? No work.
Vote Placed by Anonymous 7 years ago
| Phoenix61397 | 9spaceking | |
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| Who won the debate: | - | - |
Reasons for voting decision: Idk, this is really evenly matched. I'm not sure I can declare a winner. So, it's a tie.
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
Do had and black even rhyme?
He gets smacked and cracks under my aerial attack,
So call it Pearl Harbor, part two, as I bomb this piece of crap
again, attack and crap are only near rhymes, not quite there...
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
not bad...I don't know who Deniis is tho XD
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
lol good line
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
lasted and crashed rhyme, but lasted and "in" don't
Yeah, I know you like to watch "Friendship is Magic"
But a grown man watching "My Little Pony" is Tragic
is 15 years old really grown man? Can't even drive...lol
Magic's what all call the raps that come out of my hat
I'm Gandalf, you Balrog, and You Shall Not Pass
cool, cool
So pick up your skirt and go climb on your pony
Ride it back to your home, and then call up your homies
anything plural cannot rhyme with anything singular.
Dry your eyes and cry to 'em: "Phoenix just owned me"
While I get ready for dinner: I'm having roast Brony
okay, well done