Topic: Self promoting poetry
started by: Bob_the_Cannibal
Posted by Bob_the_Cannibal on Feb. 10 2002,04:27
Go ahead, try it.my crappy attempt...
Cannibal owns you
you will be dildonated
ph33r me, you lam0rs.
Posted by fatalbert on Feb. 10 2002,05:02
you.you came into my room,
sat down on my bed,
took off your shoes,
and surrendered.
Posted by editor on Feb. 10 2002,05:53
When it is timeTo make a fine rhyme;
There is no better writer
Than el Senor Spydir!
Posted by ic0n0 on Feb. 10 2002,06:00
Lame Lame Lame! I AM LAME!
Posted by fatalbert on Feb. 10 2002,06:43
hey ic0n0, did you ever see "Children of The Revolution"?your avatar reminded me of it (i'm assuming that's Stalin hehe)
(if it isn't you can smack me)
Posted by solid on Feb. 10 2002,08:00
here is my attempti dont know poetry well
but i tried real hard
Posted by Hellraiser on Feb. 10 2002,11:39
HR is the king of all forum whores,The only one with keys to them WARM doors,
All pay homage to the one Hellraiser
Or he'll aim, and blow you away with his phaser!
Posted by Nikita on Feb. 10 2002,15:58
I have posted this somewhere before ... created 4 years ago on that fateful night of caffeine and sugar quasi overdose (damn engineering project fair ...)when your horny and you know it spring your shlong,
when you're horny you can do it all night long,
when you're horny and you know it you will let your woman blow it,
when you're horny and you know it spring your shlong!
when you're horny and you know it wet your wick,
many skanky hootchies out there, take your pick!
they've been naughty and they know it, just go spank them, they won't loathe it,
so get out there and go skool them with your dick!
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 10 2002,18:32
I dunno how I'll compete with nikita's sheer poetic wonder, but I'll try...I wrote this for a poetry project in 8th grade about the teacher it was for...
Ode to my Teacher
-----------------
Ode to Mr. Puls
Fore, he has taught me little
And wasted my time
otherwise I'm not really in a poetic mood... maybe I'll gank something else from the project, or write a whole new rhyme...
Posted by Dark Knight Bob on Feb. 11 2002,02:26
i can't speel properi can't talk propr
and i can't do poetry proper
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 11 2002,02:55
you're another monkey boy D-K-B,think that your irc lamer bizz-ass can ping me?
I'll bust ctcp's your client ain't ever seen,
leave you looking stupider then mr. bean.
This is a battle rap situation, no need for playa hation.
Cuz I've always been more fly then you, mr. beater of meats.
no need for them funky dirty south rap beats,
cuz my flows are enough to keep your toes a tappin'.
not eminem cuz he sucks, but I'm still another v-ice wannabee rappin'.
Yeah to many sylabols in that last line,
but I don't give fuck, quit hatin' on mine.
Make me pull out the nine, mr. DKB. Go ahead and try to bust another rhyme back at me.
BIIIIIIIIAAAAAAATTTTTCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Posted by liquid metal on Feb. 11 2002,03:24
i bet thatyou never thought
touching a liquid
could mean death.
Posted by Rhydant on Feb. 11 2002,06:53
Bob needs to be shotin the head, really big mess
have somone clean up.
thank you, thank you.
Posted by editor on Feb. 11 2002,07:24
it is suspectedthat Bob's age need be corrected;
He may be too young
and too bold
one thing's for sure
he'll never grow old.
at least with the Spydir unit to lay down de law!
no more will de Bobster stick in de craw!
edit/add one word
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 11 2002,19:58
I'll bust it freaky deaky dirty south straight up gangsta type shit if ya'll want me to... just a warning, when I flow thug style, it'll make you talk ebonics for atleast 3 months due to your wig being split straight back.
Posted by fatalbert on Feb. 11 2002,20:28
| Quote (liquid metal @ 10 Feb. 2002,22:24) |
| i bet that you never thought touching a liquid could mean death. |
um, you only die if you get mercury into your bloodstream, or inhale mercury fumes...you can pour it into your hand...
you can even eat it, although it'll go through in 5 mins!!
Posted by damien_s_lucifer on Feb. 11 2002,20:38
I met this little girlyHer hair was kinda curly
Went to her house
and bust her out
I had to leave real early.
These girls are really sleazy
All they can say is "please me"
Or spend some time
and rock a rhyme
I say it's not that easy!
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 11 2002,21:12
isn't that a big pun song?
Posted by ic0n0 on Feb. 11 2002,21:44
Posted by Dark Knight Bob on Feb. 11 2002,22:56
spydirs face needs to be reimplantedthe words that come out of his big fat gob appeared to be all slanted
if he wants to mess with the daddy of all the master monkeys
he's gonna have to quit wineing and actualy visit my country
i'll buy the ticket you lame ass cinderella
cos i'm gonna kick you ass bach to the damn renaisance era!
...word!
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 12 2002,00:21
my computer crashed when I hit reply when I was replying to that... I'm not in a lyrical mood right now, so I'll have to battle later tonight. whiteboy.
Posted by Dark Knight Bob on Feb. 12 2002,00:28
obviously not "down wit it" enough to handle my phat ryhmes
Posted by TheTaxMan on Feb. 12 2002,01:13
Has nothing to do with me (other than I wrote it), but I like it all the same.I had a ball, play-doh, for jug'ling.
But it mushed in my hands, almost bub'ling!
I jumped in surprise,
at the play-doh's demise,
For now it was good only for guz'ling!
It oozed on the floor through my feet,
It was cold, although kind of neat.
The squish 'neath my toes,
My suspicions arose,
Oh my god! It's just old rotting meat!
Ground beef, it was, slopped 'cross the floor.
And, my mother had just stepped through the door.
It caught her off-guard,
She fell, and fell hard!
My ears exploded at the sound of the roar!
Posted by Spydir on Feb. 12 2002,03:53
OK DKB, you need to quit fucking with me.Cuz you know I got illa rhymes then you could eva see.
Cuz I'm the straight down wicked clown rollin' in ta down,
in a six-fo' Impala, windows tinted with blood,
dead bodies left in a ditch, covered in mud.
Cuz I'mma straight serial killa, gotta admit it's a bad habbit.
took out tony the tiger, lucky charms, and that silly rabbit.
cuz I don't fuck around when it comes to suckas bustin' on me.
Come with the wicked shit if you think you can battle me, B.
We don't do no playa hatin' on my streets,
we'll just pull out the heats.
and when you're left drawn out in chalk,
I'd love to hear your bitch ass talk.
cuz you already know who's coming with the betta flow,
for really doe, it's the S-p-y-d-i-r,
straight up gangsta mudtha fucka, you betta act like you come from afar.
cuz if you come up to me with that typa shit,
my boyz from the clique'll straight bust ya lip.
naw fuckin' 'round when it comes ta killin'.
so go ahead frenchie, leave ya worst rhymes illin's.
Posted by Dark Knight Bob on Feb. 12 2002,16:42
i think thats the worst overuse of the apostrophe i've ever seen 
gotcha
gotcha
now i'm gonna eatcha