Rimbaud III wrote:

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:This thread has gotten to the point where I now desperately long for the hard hitting rhymes of Barry Sobel.

Hater.

Actually, here's your hater.

Listenin' now to all yo' punk asses
Makes me wish for the rhymin' classes.
Your riddims is broke, they got no meter.
Bring it you feebles, turn up the heater.
Yo Cranius! I read your stanza
Mashin' it up like an SS Panzer.
Same as Mark Hamill the Star Wars actor
I'll use the force in your trash compactor.

cjh wrote:Listenin' now to all yo' punk asses
Makes me wish for the rhymin' classes.
Your riddims is broke, they got no meter.
Bring it you feebles, turn up the heater.
Yo Cranius! I read your stanza
Mashin' it up like an SS Panzer.
Same as Mark Hamill the star wars actor
I'll use the force in your trash compactor.

C-J-H is still underage
but his avatar is ready for my dick in its face
You talk about stanza,
you're the rap Tony Danza:
you think you're the boss, but you're just in the kitch' again
I had your moms federally relocated to Michigan
I went to her house for dinner: oh snap, fish again.

Cranius' mom, don't get me started
So hard to witness the humping retarded.
Creeping in the chair steered by her chin,
She looks for cock with her Siamese twin.
She'll roll up on you, hairy legs all apart
She's always droolin', so it's hard to know when to start.
Eyes rolling back like that Schiavo lady Terry
Punching herself in the head, moaning for man-made dairy
But what she does with that furled dino hand
It's the stuff of legend, known by all of man.

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:

Angus Jung wrote:I think now is a real good time to finally stop talking about my goddamn band on the EA message boards.

For obvious reasons, I would like to see vockins jam with Oaxacan.

vockins.

Oaxacans.

fourth home game in the month of may
the new york yanks will crush the oakland a's
an oaxacan and vockins watch from section 34K
i proposed this scenario just last friday

the other elements to this simple plan
are drums, a guitar, crack rock and a coke can
turn the volume up as loud we can stand
hit the brown note and shit in my hand

any motherfucker can get down with this
watch the yankees fuck your team then make like Peter Criss
beth, I can't hear you calling cause I'm making howls and hiss
don't like it? heed Chuck Berry and drink my piss

vockins wrote:the other elements to this simple plan
are drums, a guitar, crack rock and a coke can
turn the volume up as loud we can stand
hit the brown note and shit in my hand

Vockins/Oaxacans:

If your shit'll handle it, I know that mine'll
Split 7-inch on turd-brown vinyl.

Angus Jung wrote:Vockins/Oaxacans:

If your shit will handle it, I know that mine'll
Split 7-inch on turd-brown vinyl.

word is bond, can't let that screechy hiwatt stack scare ya
'cause I was born to drop cuts like Mariano Rivera

Cranius wrote:Brett Eugene Ralph,
What's going on down south?
I heard all the Kentucky cowboys
Are watching Brokeback Mount'

Which makes it very easy to sneak up on your moms real sleazy
I bust it out, all in her mouth, with blobs o' spunk so greasy

For this she always thanks me
Soaks it up and hands me
The bucket, mop, but I can't stop
Have'ta use her hair as a hanky.

Yes, I admit it; I've climbed Brokeback Mountain
To gaze at your moms way down in the valley.
Though the distance between us was too far for countin',
It was clear she was much fatter than Kirstie Alley.
She yodeled up to me, "Shoot off your fountain.
Hurry up, Brett, there's no time to dally!
I needs me some semen--Oh! I am countin'
On your tongue-lapped, snow-capped whacker of tally."
I produced my appendage, like some leg-bone found in
A cave full of dinosaur bones. I heard the volley
Of echoing pussy lips smackin'--the sound in
My ears sent comets of cum outshining ol' Halley's.
The aftermath of my avalanche soon she was drowned in:
My glacier, my lava lumps, my virile volcano.
From the top of the summit, I could hear her heart poundin'
As she drank it down, lickety split, just like Drano.

vockins wrote:

Angus Jung wrote:Vockins/Oaxacans:

If your shit will handle it, I know that mine'll
Split 7-inch on turd-brown vinyl.

word is bond, can't let that screechy hiwatt stack scare ya
'cause I was born to drop cuts like Mariano Rivera

I can hear it now: all drone and ill 'tone'
with vockins on the cordless microphone

kerble wrote:

vockins wrote:

Angus Jung wrote:Vockins/Oaxacans:

If your shit will handle it, I know that mine'll
Split 7-inch on turd-brown vinyl.

word is bond, can't let that screechy hiwatt stack scare ya
'cause I was born to drop cuts like Mariano Rivera

I can hear it now: all drone and ill 'tone'
with vockins on the cordless microphone

We know Mrs. Razi's down with the 7-inch
But any old scab-pole will do in a pinch
One "Old Raj and Tonic" and she's talking ebonic
Thirstin' for more like a gimpy "youth" sonic
Ex-skank-a-mental, jet spunk, gash, and yo, scar
Her pet get way scared, cuz her tastes are bizarre
"You don't wanna know what 'Dirty 3' means to me," says she
But it comes out like a choad-gurgling horse's whinny
Like Minnie, she's fucking Goofy
Does the whole Disney backlot with the aid of one roofy
But her ass is no good
Pinocchio can't even get wood
She's down on Gepetto, he's hella upset, oh
Mrs Razi: If yr diving in, better go kamikaze.