I'm bored, and I think this could be a fun thread.

Heres a rhyme that I was working on for the past few minutes, too bad only I will ever know how to rhyme it correctly since none of you know the beat I was writing it over.

My lyrics cause more brain damage then Lecter Hannibal;
I demand-flows like not having beer at the Man-Show;
Like letting go of a zippo I drop the spot with heat;
Whatever all of you do you just cannot-compete;
Like a Grey Hound bus I'm making all my stops-complete;
I'm stomping you with "feets" that make the Guiness books obsolete;

I'm slowly learning how to use metaphors and similes, its hard!

"It's a jocularly joke, you goddamned bloke!"

Said Scary Harry to the Stupid Fairy;

The Stupid Fairy took quite an offense,

And soon flew off, never seen since.


I made it myself. It is full of monumental, life-altering symbolism.

Is it a joke rhyme? Cause people who only "rhyme" about themselves are boooring. :p

Massassi pod-cast frequency control
Radio show in which Rob drinks petrol
And swears a bunch and says people suck
And piles the bodies in the back of his truck

shut up

Here's one for Thrawn[numbarz] aka Snyder

hanging with curvy models of the polygon sort,
and kickin' back bottles of milk for sport,
his names are many
but a pretty penny - to any
body who can get those numbers straight
and mix cool beats up real late
with better sound trackery
than this mr. pretzel factory

among Massassi's old fogeys
we have rivins and moneyobies
the latter saying what the hey
when it's obie a troll says to obey
he makes random asian swords
and knows JED back and forwards
but still can't get his grass to pass
the JK rendering test
if you know how,
take a bow,
and be his honored guest.

oceans of chocolate churn in your eyes
melt the rain from branch to branch
four-thousand deep brown butterflies fly
I can't feel the distance from me to you.

light through the window at midnight sleep
thinking of you and the day we had
water that foams from granite as steep
the shoulder I feel so tight and so real.

love is just too weak a word to use now
how far we've come from a smile and wave
lavender lips and I don't know how [they're]
encased in mine so I'll be your slave.

knit our closeness string by string
yearned for breath now take your fill
shall endure the pain of any sting
I fall with droplets from Billow's will.

What can I say, the night really brings me out.

Since I don't know who this is directed to or what you're talking about, I respond with a resounding "Yes!"

Grismath is the Lord of the Universe!!
He is so wonderful he can traverse
The very ends of space and time
And he does it so well, I feel compelled to rhyme;
Rise from my desuetude and write a wacky song
As had I eaten shrooms, while smoking a bong,
And had done this while having brain surgery--
All of which sendeth me into a land of figary;
A land of faeries, a land of elves, do I see,
A land of dwarfs gripping helves and hacking down the tree
Which didst fall and sunder
Split as had the thick of thunder
Met and malled its soft lithe branch
And caused its pure verdancy blanch;
It fell and morphed into the flaming polecats of Odin
And I saw and beheld that they were my own kin

But I can assure you none of this happened
Because drugs suck

The End


This is a classic example of what you get when you let a mentally incapacitated human near a keyboard. Take notes.

Or just put me on ignore. Heck, I would put myself on ignore if I could.

Bah, be more creative with your rhymes.

Only rhyming one word in each line is yawn inducing (imo).

You gotta do multi's:

Around-the-clock artists are "selling out" like pounds-of-pot;
thinkin' their sound-is-hot and that they're bound-to-shock;
Store shelves like an extinct bird thats been found-in-flocks;

I razor-slit the rhymes made by a plagerist;
Rip his page-to-bits show him who the major-is;
Won't aim-and-miss, even in heavy rain-or-mist;
Kill satanists, with the blunt end of stakes-and-sticks;

Better that you have single rhymes and something to say than fancy narcisissm. :p

Hey now! It's FUN!

Your soon to be finished like a running crook who droped-his-heat;
My lyrics are a monopoly, you absolutely cannot-compete;
Like a landmine in Iraq I'm blowing you off-your-feet;
Similar to a record skipping my flow interrupts-the-beat;
Like jumping off a cliff I don't stop till my drops-complete;
I turn on peoples minds like flippin'-a-switch;
And get the adrenalene flowing like being in a car hitting-a-ditch;
I'll never spit-and-then-miss 'cause I got the aim of a scope;
I can bring you down in mid flight like plane-that-broke;
Without trying I send pain to your brain like the day-of-a-stroke;

He goes by Sol,
and while not a troll,
some find him cocky - like a jabberwocky.
his rhymes he contrives
whilst binging in dim dives
then posts them all up
like a housewife at a tup-tup-tup- wicky- tupperware party
he thinks he's a smarty
but really he's a farty-warty...darty.
My ears do shrivel
hearing his half-drivel
and my eyes contract
at his shoddy act.
But through and through
despite my heckling boohoo,
in contrite retrospect,
all Massassians I *respect*.

werd.

This Lord_Grismath is a horrible-wiz-at-math;
I'm like a locked door-in-his-path that he can't seem to get past;
The childish rhymes he spits just makes me laugh;
I better take-his-stash before he gets baked-n-trashed;
So he doesn't write something again so fake-like-M.A.S.H;


Haha! WHAT YO GONNA DO NOOOW!?!? WHAT!?! :p