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The Great Vampire Rap Battle; Formerly, 'Caston's Unused Rap'
Topic Started: Monday, 13. January 2014, 05:03 (2,598 Views)
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Emily laughs off those horrible ryhmes. Original? Yeah that they were. Good? Yeah right. Emily didn't need a flashy display. She just pulled out that Glock and shot the stupid mic in Agustin's hands causing it to vanish and reappear in hers. "I shouldn't even lower myself to your level. Weak as ryhmes and shit. Sometimes you don't go askin for trouble. Every now and then trouble just seems to find you. You know what I do with trouble?"

Celestia steps up delivering her clever hook,

Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


Emily began popping holes in his little bubble with that glock as she dropped them bars.

That shit is hot? Are you high or drunk off cider?
Scorch your insides like you the ghost rider,
Which is fitting cause you gonna have to sell your soul to the devil,
If you ever wanna de-thrown me and lyrically reach my level,
So fuck you! People screamin everywhere that there that and this,
It takes the bitch y'all ludicrous make me wanna slit my damn wrist...
To spare myself from the tragedy that is Agu's verse,
Alot of chumps in this battle but you're by far the worse,
I disregard the Prince won't hesitate to slit your throat,
We on the same boat but if it sinks at least I can stay afloat,


Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


You can't sink me Agu your incoherent talk is so irrelevant,
Leave you with sniper wounds like John F Kennedy the deceased president,
You want to battle Emily? I'd triumph outnumbered like that 300 movie,
Swingin' sword, you'll be meeting the Prince this slaughter don't move me,
Why ? Because his ice cold blood runs through my arteries,
Abit like the way you keep on running from your priorities,
Check this Malk yappin bout shit man you a fool,
Move out the way or you'll be next I slay cause Emily comin' through,
You must be Obfuscated, I can see right through, you've got predictable intentions,
Leave you hanging like I left Saddam when I plot out my lyrical inventions...


Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


Emily is mass destruction, your vitae will splurt out like volcanic eruption,
Your putting the game to shame my aim is to halt this pathetic corruption,
Cause your corrupting this battle with these lame ass lyrics,
All speak no action, hiding behind un-original thuggish gimmicks,
Let me bring you down to earth, cuz your words are as light as a feather,
You locking horns with me? Who is you? Someone thats not very clever,
Agustin I've heard your are one treacherous wigger,
So before you go behind my back like judo to rat imma pull that trigger,
Spittin' that acid shit that to you is oh so dangerous,
I will leave you crippled like you been struck down by a run away bus,


Emily watches as Agustin is torn back down to the stage from her vicious lyrics.

Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


I'm back like the Terminator, been programed to make sure ends meet,
And thats to rid this trash like I was a local sweeper,
So Tapestry steppin up... ha prepare to face the grim reaper,
Cause entering my haven thats just plain suicide,
No turning back, your fate? My gat, imma let that decide,
I shed light on situations and make noise like a night train,
While you lames cry out in vain, bowing your heads in shame,
You've only got yo' self to blame, when yo' ass get cut,
In a whole different class, might argue I'm moving up too fast but...
Shut the fuck up, like Medusa I'll leave you froze like a statue,
Your fate like a rock in my hands, don't make me throw it at you,


Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


Agustin... you'll go missin', lil Anne be wanting an explanation,
But nobody will find you in the trunk of the car I stole from a petrol station,
Oh so you gangster huh? Well OK so tell me whats the deal...


Emily points her glock at his mouth.

How do you feel, when I point that steel, with deadly aim at yo' grill?
But anyways I can beat you in any way on any day,
I'll say it again, your not ready for war, ridiculously easy to slay,
Whats this bout you always playin with your woody!?!
To knock on it for good luck? Hoping I don't beat yo' ass,
When I'm walking pass, unidentifiable with my balaclava and hoody,
Quit ducking school fool, can't beat people above your class,


Bitch prepare to me smacked down cuz Em aint squashin shit,
We can slug it out trick or we can empty clips,
You comin up north trick?
You ain't gonna fry Em
You are gonna die cuzza Em


Emily laughed as she faded. She dared him to hit back.
Edited by Emily Watts, Thursday, 6. February 2014, 16:27.
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Agustin, Reigning Champion, shakes his head in disappointment. He keeps giving them chances, and they all come up short. Oh well! Another lesson is in store...

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"you would think these Torries more artistically inclined
but three out of three, I just drop them all behind
this little boy is puttin' grown men to shame
and still big enough for Em to moan out my name...
this ain't a bluff or a threat, it's a battle of wits!
excuse me for not expecting some prattling twits
what was yer goal with those depressing ass lyrics?
you already have my pity, you can't get at my spirit
I'm a fuckin' star, shine bright in this World of Darkness
it wasn't my intention to leave little girls disheartened
but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
and right now that amounts to me squashin' you
even Jams and her clappy claps cannot bring the happy back
have to show Tappy Taps this lyrical hack 'n' slash
yo, Bishop Machachacha, I'm the POPE up in this bitch!
brought some razors to hang ya and a rope to slit yer wrists!"
~


Agustin, Emcee Supreme, turned and cocked an eyebrow at Emily's display... Seriously? Baring fangs with an adamantine grill, Agustin bit through the pathetic firearm and swallowed the bullets. Just loadin' up on ammo...

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"well, gods damn! and I thought I was crazy!
but yer trippin' hard thinkin those rhymes can phase me
spittin' yer lame ass hook like it were a concert
not even aware of this kind of verbal slaughter
love, this ain't a schizophrenic hallucination!
can't even understand anything ya do or say 'n'
never did I ever say I was gangster or thuggish
try and fuckin' listen before displayin' that rubbish!
cuz yer lyrics are about as vicious as shittin' kittens
which is the spittin' image of yer bitch ass little writtens
friggin' sickened listenin', this is some fishy business...
gonna have to bite the bullet since yer in this basement
should'a realized gettin' yer name dropped isn't an invitation
plenty verses, but only need one to put in ya place, bitch
cuz battlin' me's like throwin' pebbles at a mountain
now that's three rounds you ain't contested me and countin'..."
~


Agustin yawned and sat back into a throne of diamond encrusted skeletal remains which also flickered in and out of mortal comprehension. There was no mic left, anywhere in the vicinity. Agustin had destroyed them all with his firebrand tongue, even though he had only touched one in the first place. They would have to project, like him, if they continued to answer back. Oh! And he almost forgot!

*BAMF*

Leslie appeared next to him on a similar throne, composed instead of a multitude of adorable stuffed animals and chocolate dipped strawberrys, with a crown of whipped cream and a dress made of waffle patterned luxurious whatever-fucking-material-is-best (Agu ain't a tailor, yo), and a flowing veil made of tiny diamonds resembling powdered sugar...
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Emily shakes her head in disbelief. There he went getting all fancy again with flashing lights and snappy thrones. Didn't he understand not to touch her Leslie? Game over man, game over. Emily falls back and lands in that flashy skeleton throne as it disappears out from under Agustin. Leslie appears in Emily's lap and she gently rubs the fur on her back.

"It's not reasonable for you to have doubts, you are crazy
I'm undeniably takin' over, my wrath even the blind can see
I Deliver bursts of supernova, that melts at your flesh and bone
Simply by opening my mouth I secure my place on this throne
And tsk tsk there you go again touchin on my kitten
Now you're flat on your ass and you look so stricken
And I said thuggish gimmicks bitch maybe you should listen
Like this here throne which rightfully belongs to me
So why don't you back off, quit rapping, and lay off Leslie
Because if you're a mountain then I am the volcano
I will blow your top off faster than Tony Soprano
When it comes to spittin' these ryhmes you can call me Picasso
Agustin my words will bomb down on you like meteroite showers
Fuck the aftermath! We all know who is going to be pushing up the flowers
Speaking of flowers I thought you loved me hunny
Where the fuck were you on Valentines Day? What? You don't love me?"


Emily patiently rubbed Leslies fur as she smirked at Agustin. The law had been laid down. He had been thoroghly destroyed. There was nothing left to do, but shine like a star!
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It appeared Emily was indeed tripping pretty damn fucking hard. He could hear her words just fine, clear and all, but they were not at all effective... For fuck's sake, she's, like, flailing while she raps...

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look at this bitch babblin' on the floor like an epileptic
with seizures, oh Jesus! somebody get the medics!
I mean, we're still on the battlefield, so you get no mercy
your petty little insults and posturing don't hurt me
now if you were just flirting, you'd get by with those wordings
of cute little monosyllabic rhymes, petite 'n' so perky!
but Leslie is mine, saw her first, plus my rhymes TRUMP DIBS
fuck off from my throne if you wanna get home in one bit!
oh fuck this! just jump ship, good luck kid, you fucked with
the wrong 'spic, you dumbshit, yer done bitch, game won: Cid
the writer, Agustin the avatar, in this you can't get far
mountain? volcano? I'm Olympus Mons, planet Mars
like I've mentioned before, even Shakespeare won't touch me
any artist with poetry, my flow is insane, dear, just trust me
and as for explaining my absent time, eh? this year?
um, timey-wimey, love... it ain't Valentine's Day in here...
~


And just as he finished, a pair o' medics showed up to take care of the other Malkavian, spazzing out in her own little corner. Obviously, Agustin's sanity-destroying lyricism was too much for her... Really didn't mean to ruin her like that, but once you step up with rhymes, you're gonna get what's comin' to ya...
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The Malkavian Emcee was getting kinda bored after the last round, a silence falling over the awe-struck crowd and participants. A show of skill and power was in order! For funsies! Also shits and giggles! Cid the Writer, the God behind all that is Agustin, was beginning to manifest. He sat down in his badass throne, and began to spit calmly. Another beat began to play, to accompany the lyrical assault...

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Cid Agustin, I bring the epicness and lunacy
there's not a damn thing that any bitch could do to me
I'm still on some high school shit, but yer still in the nursery
fuckin' with yer head with these words that just occur to me
like I use my dick during performing neuro-surgery
spittin' fire and y'all are burnin' in the third degree
you little fuckers should be worshiping me fervently
Cid be straight up merciless merc'ing peeps certainly
none o' you herbs can work these verbs worth a bean
end up stuttering in the urgentest emergencies
it's just a shame that nobody can approach my level
all you can really do in this shit is hope I'm gentle
might be teachin' remedial, cuz you folks look special
can't even see me or else it could blow yo' mental
paradox coldest devil, flow like molten metal
watch you dig yer own hole while I hold the shovel...
~
I break the fourth wall and tear the roof off this bitch
shatter windows and burn carpet, too, watch this shit
since ya obviously can't spit, then you swallow this
let it fester 'fore ingestin', then you should gargle it
bottoms up! fill yo' belly, weighing you down so heavy
I'll let ya leave, go steady! somehow also empty
move along, don't tempt me, while I still flow friendly
no beginning o' ending, any event so says me
a bloody God ascendant, I manipulate Continuums
y'all never had a chance here, but g'ahead continue 'em
I can smack a bitch, down with my whackest shit
and flip 'em backwards in, like gymnastic tricks
I'm fuckin' crackin' ribs just by spittin' adjectives
y'all don't have the wits to battle with Agustin
the only one allowed to mispronounce my name
Cid the Writer, makin' bitches drown in flames!
~
I'm just brighter than you, a better writer than you
more righteous than you, and also higher than you
without even inhaling paint lighters and glue
how, you ask, do my rhymes stay tight as they do?
raw fucking talent and a mindstate Malkavian
the essence is infinite, times eight, then eight again
couldn't compete if you signed papes with Satan, friend
sell your soul for me to snatch, bind straight to A-gustin
conquer Hell over a grudge, like great men just take the shit!
Alexander, Temujin, my name-sake Octavian
defeat opponents three at a time, 'kay? I break 'em quick
gouging out eyeballs, a blind fate I'll place 'em in
blow yer guts out yer butt like first time ya eat curry
should prolly head on home, ya mom 'n' pops seem worried
break bricks with just a *death glare* by serene fury
fuck with me and catch radiation like Marie Curie...
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Um, I think everyone is dead now... Like, Finallly Dead... Fuck.
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