RAP BATTLE!

Little bitch? You need to watch your mouth.

Its a game, dude, don't get excited.
 
@october. Correction, he doesn't have a army. TK is the ho's ho, she's miiiiine....not his. ^-^
 
Calm, Oct, he's merely messing with you..... and yes... I'm the ho's ho...
 
Ok, np.

Now back to the battle!!
 
*sits on pimp throne, the same purple as his suit and picks up a glass from the table next to it.* I'll he here when y'all done over there.
 
*Grabs the mic*

I'm a boss
Your lookin' kinda soft
With one right hook
I'll knock your rhythm off

Send your ass packin' back to wherever you came from
I'm fast with these raps, shoot em' quick as a chain gun
I ask, why you playin'? this isn't a game son.
I'm the ruler of this battle , bitch, and this is my kingdom.

I hit him where it hurts
You wana know the truth?
Half his rhymes sound stolen
from Dr.Seuss

My raps inflame rage
I'm like a beast in the cage
when you rap
people laugh
while I'm takin' center stage

Dj Vay

You smell a little burnt
I'm a god in this game
and your nothin' but a smurf.
 
*leans back in throne rapping looking down at October*

Bitch coming here,
Thinking to rap,
His crap,
In my town,
To bring me down.

Think you got talent,
Go back to the pageant,
But you won't win,
You're ugly as sin, bitch
Your rhymes a crime,
Coming up against me,
Its plain to see,
Tonight is mine.
I'm the master,
You're shits a disaster.

He comes here, King Kong,
Monkey on crack wrote his song,
Then he comes along,
Throws shit in my face,
I'm the ace, I own this place.
I don't lie, You're gonna die.
 
-rolls eyes and adds more to the ridiculous 'pimp outfit', tossing vay a red royal cape- O__o ....he's evolving into the burger king.
 
...*Quietly grabs the mic from October*

Stop stealing the show
You're upsetting the flow
Who cares who you're clinging to?
You'll always be hoes.

Y'all are fake,
Bitch, I'll smash you like cake.
Maybe I'll pull an RFK
And chuck you in a lake.

The real pimp is Octo K
With his rhymes, he'll lay you away.
He doesn't need a stupid throne
He'll beat your ass on his feet alone

And as for your Chicks,
They just want a fix
As for me, I'll be on Octo's lap
I'm the only chick here not handing out the Clap.

*Quietly gives the mic back to October*
 
*stands throwing off the coat to reveal nothing but ripped chest and abs underneath, removes hat and walks back into the center of the stage.*

Two against one,
aint this fun,
Oct got his ho,
to bail his ass off the flo'

Regicide, In the back,
To save some cheap hack,
Can't even stand alone,
Turned out his fire was stone.

Fuck king, I'm the emperor,
And you know what?
You can keep her,
You know shes a heavy sleeper.

Right down to the nines,
I got style of all kinds,
Easy come easy go,
What counts is I got flow.

I got the skills,
to rule the hills,
city village town,
They'll all be bowing down.

And you the silly slow,
Can't be a man,
Stand while you can,
Doc Oct,
I'll whip you both like spiderman.
 
Hey betch, why you be hatin'?
My dude, DJ Vay, got his guns blazin'
And you, you got nothin',
all of you others just fightin' for somethin'
to gain from V's fall,
but you can't have it all

All you punks can't see,
the scientific mystery of V,
he's got the rhymes of a pro,
but you're just too damned slow,
and he'll kick yo' ass to the curb,
which is less than you deserve,
Ya' fool

Vay's tha man!
Vay's tha king!
But you're nu'tan but a chicken wing!
Flauntin' yo' ice like a millionare soljah
Hey kid, has no body tolja?
Yo' nu'tan and your image is a hoax,
your rhymes are a joke!

Fuck ya'll!

*Goes back to Vay and Corvus, flicking everyone off*

Scrump muffins!
 
-gives tk a ho treat- O___O -Looks into bag- Thats the last one TK...someone needs to go down to ho's-R-us and pick more up.
 
*Munches on the anti-STDs treats, then pulls out a spare bag and hands one to Corvus*

Sooooooooo, Ho mistress.... you know these treats don't help AFTER you've gotten an STD, right?

Edit: (I'm not implying that cor has an STD, just talking to pass time, and STDs come up in convos a lot with hos)
 
*looks around for any new challengers, or for octo's dramatic return..... or has his posse claimed victory?*
 
*Paints the mic in Vay's colors*
 
*grabs the mic, wiping the paint on his ass*

Well well well, aren't we all cool?
You two thinking you can both duel?
Well let me tell you something,
You ain't know nothing

You see, before I came to bust a rhyme,
All yall was just wasting time
Pretending youse were all lookin fine
When the stage was always mine

Give up, youse pathetic
You're so dumb you just don't get it
Go home kids, playtime's done
Now the big kid is gonna have some fun.
 
-uses the paint as a target and shoots clean in the ass- O__o .....-puts the gun in Tk's hands.-
 
*buns of steel deflects the bullet into Asmo's spine* nice try *winks at Cor*
 
*takes mic and gets TK and cor to blow on it*

You say the stage is yours,
we're fighting for the cause,
Rid the world of shit like yours,
What you say don't even the scores.

You got nothin'
You just trippin'
This club aint for poets,
People here sling bullets,

Bullshit don't stand,
You're going under the sand,
I'll be laughing from on high,
As all the posers lay down and die.
 
*grins, takin the mic back*

Oh real smooth rappin there slick
Gotta have hoes to hide your small dick
Get out of my house before your embarrass
Get your ass out before you make a mess

You pour crap from your mouth, call it art
When it looks like it was on sale at K-mart
You rhyme Yours and Yours, aren't you smart
Just stop talking, you breakin my heart

If I'm poetry, you're Dr Seuss
At least when I rap, I ain't no ruse
Go back to school, learn to rhyme
Come back again when you got the time
 
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