Blackstar Rap Battle

[addman]

Similar to Net's idea with the musical RP, I reckon we should have a Blackstar Rap Battle!

Now you're probably thinking, "I hate rap music", and so do I, but for the purposes of an RP, this could be funny. Basically, it's like a free for all fight, but you have to do it in time and make it rhyme.

Don't be afraid to talk like a rapper either, as it'll only add to the hilarity, but I must ask that you keep swearing down to a PG-13 level. I shall be judging this contest, and the length shall depend on it's popularity, so go and battle, ma brothers!

Just to get things started:

Dat Blue, Badass Brother entered da room,
And gave out one hella proclamation of doom,
"Yo, checkit, mic check, one, check two,
Welcome y'all to my rap battle venue,

Yo' gotta duke it out, yo' ain't got time to pout,
But yo' gotta make it rhyme, keep yo' attacks in time,
I'ma be watching from there, up on high,
An' I'll tell y'all who's won, when da time is nigh!

[Jent]

Trace the race,coming in the room.
"Yo, Addmad your going down."

[Leporidae]

((Yea. I hate rap too. So doses my dad ))

Kooki da pookie walts in da doom,
holdin' a fanceh broom,
she picked da mace,
and started to move at da certain pace,
as she boomed a mouthfull at Trace,
"Yo, mutha f***a. Yo know dat I pity da foo who gets in mah path. Oh yes. Now yo are goin' doooooown!"

[Jent]

(Well addmad might not do it but lep will do fine)
"Yo' DJ up up the beat."
*Trace the race,glaring at the Lep*
"Yo' the Lep can't beat me,
because I'll be the rap king.
You smell like a skunk,
becuse you live in a grabage dump."

[Leporidae]

((Who's Lep? Pay attention to witch charature I'm using next time.))

Kooki raised da brow,
"Yo, you talk like a cow,
Yo' quite blind,
for someone without a mind"
With dat said,
Kooki released her mace,
letting it fly at Trace the Paste,

[addman]

((For future referrence, my name is AddmaN, and I also said I would be judging the contest, therefore, I shall not be battling. Anyway, good luck, and get to it y'all!))

[Sephirothsicase]

All contests traditionally have three judges! May I be another!

Since i cannot rap to save my life...

I cant make the words go
Cant make the rhymes show
I just aint good with all this rap
Seems to me to be totall crap

I cant get words to fit with another
they end up all weird, kinda like yo mother
so i think ill sit out, and take a seat
I just aint good at this rap crap beat

*Coughs once*

[GBE]

Yo, yo, check it, check it,

One, two, yo flew over the cuckoos nest,
Yo thought yo were better than tha rest,
All yo got was a bloody vest,
With yo under arrest...

Ain't supposed t' go down like dat,
Ain't where we were at,
But dem boi's ain't nothin' but rats.

All ya had to do was gi' 'em da pack,
Instead yo had ta ge' 'em back.
Yo were packin',
But they were already laughin'

You boi, ain't got wha' it takes,
Always a fake

Now look a' yo, behind bars,
Scratchin in the wall, bars,

Yo got new friends, named Bubba-Joe, and Red-Neck Larry,
Both seem quite happy,
Ain't got no sympathy for yo'
Jus' don't say nothin' yo

Peace out....

((Well, five mins of inspiration with Jools Holland and Solo-guitarist country/western meets rap seems to uhm, do the trick ))