Its a rap battle

[nothinghead]

big red from queensland thinks he’s got the grand slam but let’s cool down the ginge minge like a boxing day ham
coming down from the north to bring forth my force i’ll frost up your plants as a matter of course

oi mystical oyster, the walrus is here. rekcon you’ll taste good cause i can smell the fear

incog says glaukus is raucus, but he’s more like a porpoise; a slow sea pig spoutin shit like seawaters.
then there’s hillbilly. neck so red its silly. sip your port, sport, i’ll be faster when we meet on the court.
etherial drifter ya cheap grifter. your rhymes gotta be swifter (try not to get a blister).

now i’ve talked my shit i’m off for a bit
you can send the seeds over when u recover from the hit.

Edited July 6, 2015 by hashslingr

[Yeti101]

Kicking back and watching Daria while working on my aria
Remembering the 90’s, before the news was full of sharia
Munchin’ and crunchin’ – still retain my full function
Police state yet? (Now, where is that truncheon?)
Not sure how it happened, not sure that I care
Fuck it, take a breath...and breathe that free air
(While you can, kid)

Now I’m reading Hashslingr who’s grinding some rhymes
And Big Red’s a ball-stinger - it’s just like old times
So while spooks read our words, they’re dying inside
Can’t handle the force of Hill-Billy’s goat-pride
So fuck their ‘concerns’, leave your soul on the shelf
Just grab some popcorn as the State eats itself

Now I’m waiting for pizza, no veggies for me
Just happy to be here, just happy to be
Incog, Eth and Glaukus are making it rain
Justifiably raucous, and now BRING THE PAIN!
I can’t see the future – permutations abound
Nonetheless it is coming. Can you hear the sound?

[Yeti101]

Hashslingr, just fling it
No need to worry
The rest just can’t bring it

In my head, I can hear
what you all want to say:
What’s YOUR deal Yeti?
Who THE fuck are you?

Pfft, the smithing of words?
Man, that’s just what I do

It’s the shape of the world
That’s the world that we live in
And dive in
And drive in
Sometimes even thrive in
And feel so alive in

Still,
over the years, I’ve developed a doubt
That’s turning my noggin’ fair inside-out
Asleep or awake, my senses can’t tell
Am I live or dead?
Simulated?
In Hell?

So if I’m in the Matrix, I’ve developed a plan
C’mon Hashslingr, hit me! (If you think you can)
Not that it matters, not a bit, not a jot
My hands work just fine, whether they’re real or not

So come Dasher! Come Dancer!
Come Neuromancer!
I’ll twist all your brains, like some space-borne cancer.

I might even play you some mighty dubs
Control you like Wintermute
Find Zion, with subs

So here’s some advice, some words to the wise
Just use you head, and avoid incog’s thighs
Don’t fear the Reaper – that story’s been written
Don’t fear AI’s – chatbots, I shit ‘em!

Hippy chaos space marines -
As we all stare at our screens
(Do you hear the voices, too?)
Love this bad, sad, mad-arsed crew!

I’ve a shite sense of humour
And a brain like a sieve
But betwixt words and the world, boy
Now that’s where I live

[incognito]

*airhorn*

[mystical oyster]

Boom!

[spooge]

betwixt.............

[Bigred]

OUCH !!!!!!!!!! +1 dude

[El Presidente Hillbillios]

*tips hat* well done old boy

[Bigred]

Call that a winner

[Strontium Dawg]

All slain by yeti

[dajindo]

ggwp

[incognito]

MC Yeti ! You need to change your forum name

Rap battle champ! Respect

[Yeti101]

Aw shucks guys , thanks!

Seriously though, I had a blast - I write a lot, but nothing anywhere near as fun as this. Awesome idea for a thread Bigred.

Props to the other contributors too, especially (IMHO) hashslingr.

Not sure I could change my forum name - trusted member and all. Anyway, it would just be embarrassing when I'm inevitably thrashed by some talented n00b.

[nothinghead]

enough shit talkin, mockin and squwakin
time for a posi rhyme to bring yas out of mournin

crackin an ale down by the sea
scopin for waves, whales, pigface and palm trees
fresh out of work feels good to be free
couple more sips and i’m fillin with glee and
that slow creeping feeling of tranquility
yas get me

soaking up scraps of the warm winter sun
thinking - good call big red n yous other guns
of course it always yeti who won
with rhymes cooked up in his brain cauldron
its been fun