Edgar Figaro
Experienced Knight
Edgar=jeanhart/lucifer
Posts: 340
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Post by Edgar Figaro on May 24, 2003 13:50:27 GMT -5
shows what you know, kamon, as I'm sittin' here, chillin' wit TF and havin' my root beer you're too busy playin butt pirates goin' to the track and placin' bets
I've already found the right side I flow with the straight tide you say, Lucy's got no style, Lucy's got no beat just a cornfed white boy rappin' to eat but he's got more class than you'll ever know you look at his fine ass and you know he's the show
Sokar, you two dollar whore stop barkin' up evil's tree for more all you wanna do is play bury the treasure but your package just don't quite measure
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Post by Ninja_Master on May 24, 2003 14:08:44 GMT -5
I work with TF, that is what i said Sokar's as clever as a ballon made out of lead You keep callin everyone not on your team queer I think you need to put down the playgirl you hold dear You think you could even step up to the mark I rhyme so well it leaves you retards in the dark You said that my rhymes were nursury, I believe I have more skill than you rolled up in one shirt sleeve I propose we make a banner for this colossal jerk "Warning: You may become stupid if you read his work!" Today is the day Sokar, you have been surpassed You are surrounded, outnumber, outclassed I hope you take a lesson away from all this My rhymes beat you down, my butt you can kiss
sidenote: sokar, please don't try to kiss my butt in reality. i don't swing that way
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Post by TreasureFinder on May 24, 2003 14:32:04 GMT -5
So as you can see, By far we are winning You might as well give up You guys are sniveling pups
You must be scared you haven't posted I think its because your getting roasted Some quit while your behind And just maybe we'll be kind.
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Edgar Figaro
Experienced Knight
Edgar=jeanhart/lucifer
Posts: 340
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Post by Edgar Figaro on May 25, 2003 21:32:30 GMT -5
jack that, TF, I ain't gonna be kind not when these two are such a find! they think they've already won, they're puttin' up polls to hide a ton they want it to be a vote, just majority but that skanky ass ho feels our superiority that's the reason for those polls just to cover up his rolls in the car that was his rap, a 87' geo piece a' shit he tried to call us gay, but it just didn't fit but I guess we all need dreams to make our pants burst at the seams/
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Post by TreasureFinder on May 25, 2003 21:36:15 GMT -5
Yawn, jean, yawn I say, He's tired and is seeing our way He hasn't posted in a while He knows he lost, he stinks like bile I guess we won after all They won't write back cuz they have no balls!
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Post by OldSchool on May 26, 2003 1:23:58 GMT -5
Its now 2 in the mornin' and its gettin late, im trying to rhyme about your fates. Im not too sure who is on my team, I know Sokar is....yeah in your dreams. Me and TF are up in this bitch, chillin, trying to rap about which Person we wanna strike, use our rhyming skills just like a spike Through their black hearts, cold as ice, stick in em like darts. Prove to them just who we are, the only team that has made it this far. Youve done nothing but embarass yourselves, you know your book of rhymes belongs on the shelves. Its getting old, your soul is getting cold, im gonna take your neck and fold and mold It into my own creation, instead of once being an abomination. You know you cant mess with us punk! Talk smack again and end up in my car trunk. Driver it fast and hard right into a river, talk about me being gay you fucking fibber! Mess with me and you'll end up missin, if you wanna live you better listen. Do not mess with me you prick, or your white boy throat will end up slit. Im crazy like an asylum, didnt ya know? Im your rhyme dispenser, Mr. Old.
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Post by Sokar468 on May 26, 2003 10:04:21 GMT -5
Oldschool, you be dispensin' rhymes like a broke-down vendor Everything, "Sold out," cus you've been buyin' my skills like I was a lender, Your team kept rhymin' long after we grew tired of you You believed the statement "quantity over quality" was the truth. You wanna know the truth? It's the fact that we owned ya, You only the half-ounce of Vermouth, we were the Vodka. Oldy you may have 300 plus games on your list But that doesn't make you king with a bigger penis.
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Post by TreasureFinder on May 26, 2003 10:10:37 GMT -5
... you've been buyin' my skills like I was a lendor, Is lendor even a word? Anyways, has anybody except me noticed that with the exception of about 2 or 3 posts, the rhyme scheme has been AA, BB, CC, DD etc. .........Oh yeah, the rhyme Sokar thinks he's "lendor" When he drinks like the robot Bender Don't make fun of Oldy and me He aint heavy, he's my Oldy!
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Post by Ninja_Master on May 26, 2003 14:34:48 GMT -5
Sittin here reading all the other pages Sokar and his group think they are mages You need to take a look at the rhymes you are spittin I think you boys need to think about quitten You got no chance; we're just too cool TF, Oldy, Jean- we're sending them to school
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Post by Prince of Lemuria on May 26, 2003 14:41:04 GMT -5
CLoaked Evil don't forget ol' Piers After we demolish these guys, I'll buy you all beers Then we'll clink our mugs and say cheers So don't forget your old pal Piers.
PS There TF, not AA BB CC DD etc. a AAAA
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Post by Ninja_Master on May 26, 2003 14:42:31 GMT -5
Im up for some beers.
Please excuse me if i dont mention someone. You must remember i arrived on this thread on like pg. 6
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Post by Sokar468 on May 26, 2003 22:07:48 GMT -5
Is lendor even a word? Anyways Yeah, I spelled it wrong. I fixed it.
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Post by TreasureFinder on May 26, 2003 22:11:32 GMT -5
It's okay, Sokar, only I am perfect. You should make me your role-model!
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Post by Ninja_Master on May 26, 2003 22:24:24 GMT -5
Your as perfect as mission impossible for N64
here's a hint, TF: it had the most glitches out of any 64 games
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Post by Sokar468 on May 27, 2003 8:39:56 GMT -5
Sitting here at my workplace, looking around, Staring into space and zonin' out the sound Of the buzzin' and dronin' of the office; it gets me down, Oh wouldn't it be nice to level this place to the ground. A shout out to my comrades, Piers and Kamon, CloakedEvil, Jeanhart, TF, you guys were jammin'. I think I'm through with this war of poetic slammin' But I'll still stick around for some good-fun rhymin'. My skills may become rather rusty and dry Since I hold back my talent unless some punk tries to get sly, So I'm givin' my think-tank a rest while I apply Some accounting practice at work, I think I'm gonna die.
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