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This is the turf wars rhyme off #2 - thank you Mr. Turfa for your previous content the same rules still apply! Let the games begin!
ϻץ ƝA͜ϻㅌ ɪՏ ÐㅌɠʀA͜ɖA͜ʙʟㅌ ℤ
Ϯʜㅌ ǤʀㅌA͜ϮㅌՏϮ ㅌÐįϮօƦ γʘuʟ ㅌ۷ㅌʀ Տㅌㅌ
ɪϻ Ϯʜㅌ ƝɪʗㅌՏϮ ɠuץ ɪ ʗA͜ɴ ßㅌ
juՏϮ ɖʘɲϮ ցㅌϮ ʘɲ Ϯђㅌ βA͜Ð Տɪɖㅌ ʘʄ ϻㅌ
ƊɪƊ ɪ ϻㅌƝϮɪʘŋ ɪ ῲA͜ʂ ώҥɪϮㅌ ɪϮʂ ßʟA͜ՏǷʜㅌϻㄚ -
So basically it goes, just follow your nose, and as your poem grows, do your best to keep it going, allowing no wandering or slowing; it's got to tell a story, you may try to make it gory: because everyone loves restricted material, it's why everyone dislikes cereal!, but keep it on track, no judges cutting you slack; if you stuff up here, you'll be out on your ear, with degradable's boot in your rear, and no votes to your name.
Have fun, everyone!
Its late: getting towards 1:00am, and I'm up again early so I'll check in later. Take care! Turfa out ✌
-
Here we go again
I got a habit with this pen
Words keep flowin'
Ain't even knowin'
What will come next...Wait, just got a text...
Ah shit, it's my wife
Said she might lose her life
Something didn't seem right
So we put up a fightThose crazy bastards
At it again,
Causin' disasters
They ain't even menLittle boys, little toys
So I seek and destroy
There's so many minions
Workin' round the clockCarbone & "The Ferret"
Can both suck my cock
Slurp it right down, till both nuts are empty
You want a piece of me cunt?
Don't even tempt me. -
My words are peverse
Like drivin' a hearse in reverse
The next verse gets worse
I'll steal your brain like I'm snatchin' a purseI've been cursed since birth
From the womb 2 the tomb
I'm consumed by the doom
Everywhere I go the room starts to loomLike I got claustrophobia
The world is a toilet
Not a fuckin' utopia. -
Always drunk
Never sober
I'm the Puppet Master
Not a muppet like GroverDo I have to keep goin?
Or is this enough, what I've showed ya?
I wear a track suit to a mother fucking toga--Party, hardly darling, I'm flyin' through space like Captain-fuckin'-Starling, and that's just the start
I have no heart my ex-bitch ripped it out and fuckin' pulled it apart.This is freestyle, not pre-written,
So if you want flow, it's a given
That I can dish it out, a style most wanna be's can't even wish about. -
PuppetMaster wrote:
Utopia, ha that's cuteMy words are peverse
Like drivin' a hearse in reverse
The next verse gets worse
I'll steal your brain like I'm snatchin' a purseI've been cursed since birth
From the womb 2 the tomb
I'm consumed by the doom
Everywhere I go the room starts to loomLike I got claustrophobia
The world is a toilet
Not a fuckin' utopia.
I go hard like this is america
Where we find our guns like a hard stona'
We wake up with a ho on our shoulda'
Girls be lookin at us like a bud light holda'
We are the geniuses of our generation
Like a real man who can use correct alliteration
So send your ass away before you come back to the united nation.- No offense to anyone.
-
Down under the equator there sure is a drought,
Of fresh MC's puttin' their shit out,
The whole game has changed,
Completely re-arranged,Back in the day for a white boy like me,
It was strange to be rappin',
But then somethin' happened
Overnight, it was like,
Everybody's jaws started flappin'But I keep mine to myself,
Put it back on the shelf,
Bein' famous in Melbourne,
Can be bad for ya health. -
Degradable Z wrote:
Utopia, ha that's cute
I go hard like this is america
Where we find our guns like a hard stona'
We wake up with a ho on our shoulda'
Girls be lookin at us like a bud light holda'
We are the geniuses of our generation
Like a real man who can use correct alliteration
So send your ass away before you come back to the united nation.- No offense to anyone.
Excuse me, what's this about 'correct alliteration'?
I heard your still facin' a child sex allegation. -
Iron tiger is up in this house
I'm savage like a cat who is chasing a mouse
My mob is so leet
We are always on our feet
We got grenades and molotovs so you feel the heat -
Degradable Z, your like a waivable fee
No one is going to pay you
But I will certainly say I will certainly slay you -
Bruenor in the thread will put you all to shame,
I'm laughing at this puppet cause his lines are lame
Your punk ass vulgarity, ain't bringing you no bacon,
Better drop the act cause we all know that you be fakin',
Far as the TurfWars go, we're all on the front lines,
Not sitting in this forum, bustin out the rhymes,
Bustin caps left and right, taking everything in sight,
We just be rolling round the globe, taking what we find.
We got our guns and our armies and our steel-toed shoes,
Them noobs that we be taking from, paying us their dues,
We all started at the bottom, clawing to the top,
And if you can't take the battle then you BETTER MOB UP👊💢 -
Punk ass vulgarity? I make more in a day than you make in ya whole annual salary,
If I wanted to Mob Up then I would've already done it
Go ahead and get to the top so we can all watch you plummet. -
And one more thing Bruenor, before I goto bed-
Last night your girl was with me, giving me head. -
PuppetMaster wrote:
I should tell your wife, she'd probably take your lifeAnd one more thing Bruenor, before I got bed-
Last night your girl was with me, giving me head.
Hope your death falls short
Just like your milimeter stork. -
Will I make it to the top? Only time will tell,
The pit I started climbing from was deeper than hell,
You wanna see me plummet, and have your self a laugh,
but when i get back to the ground I'll shove my axe up your a$$.
I'm to stubborn a fool to let a fall stop me,
and I'll start the climb again as you lay there,
bleeding.
Oh wait, your A puppet, and puppets don't bleed,
There all on PBS, teaching those kids to read,
What you doing in my mob, cept being used as fodder,
And if you choose to leave, I'll just find myself another,
Your lines are all sketchy, I can't quite seem to find
The rythem that your using, the meter or the time,
Make your lines flo, and I'll step off and let you shine 🌟 -
I'm a little teapot,
Short and stout,
Here is my handle,
Here is my spout,
When I get all steamed up,
Hear me shout,
Tip me over and pour me out!
-
I told you I'm no PUPPET,
I am the master,
And the rhyme YOUR spitting
Is a fucking disaster -
What's happenin'? Ain't nothing but that turf cappin', shank stabbin', meat cleavin'. Knock knock, it's Flo$$in Season. Talk slick? Let it be the reason. Act bitch? We rollin' deep and, it can only get worse. Someone call the Turf Police, there's noobs in these streets. But if they cross BAIC or TWFC, it's R.I.P.
Haha, ok gotta get back to work. Tbc...maybe.
-
Degradable Z, I thought you said you were finished?
What are you Popeye and you just ate some spinach? -
Bwahahaha, of course your a puppet,
Little wooden boy,
Cause I keep pulling your strings,
And your responding like a toy
Course my rhymes pathetic,
Cause I'm making it that way,
I won the last rhyme off, and that's all I need to say,
Now go on to bed, and pull your Blankie round you tight,
Would you like a kiss, 'fore you get tucked in tonight? -
PuppetMaster wrote:
Nope, I redeemed myselfDegradable Z, I thought you said you were finished?
What are you Popeye and you just ate sone spinach?
Hopefully you can stop cutting yourself -
I don't know Bruenor, do you kiss when you're fuckin'?
I know you like ass, your girl told me whilst suckin'
And there's one more thing I forgot to mention,
You should go pull your dick,
I heard it relieves tension.Was my rhyme to short? Was I too quick to retort?
Wait--
We're dealing with a fuckin' spoilt sport.
I think the real problem, that you can't even fathom
Is now I'm here, you might lose the challenge.And as for Degradable Z, bitch please, you're nothing but a little disease,
And I've got the cure, my shit is correct
I'll take you both on, without breakin' a sweat. -
Busy at work
No room to jerk
Only the time
To throw a line
Wish I could amalgamate
Wth , add Tate.
😉 -
Aww the little boy done got his feeling hurt, no?
Head off to the kitchen, grab yourself some cookie dough.
You keep bringing up my girl, but I'll bet you didn't know, she never would touched you, she can't stand things that are so gross.
You little taunts are terrible, your worse than any little kid, is it supposed to bother me when you say the things you did?
And I don't need another crown, cause I've already got two, and if you come into my kingdoms, I think I'll banish you.
Your pathetic, and annoying, with your rhymes all full of hate,
This thing was for fun, now that's done, thanks, that's great,
Noone wants to read you swearing, lying, crying line,
And if I do lose, long as its not to you, I'll be just fine.
I can make my rhyme terrible, no rythem or scheme,
but at least i do it on purpose, and not overly mean.
What's your excuse? Fighting a moose? Maby your tie ain't loose.
Get this through your head, your only the master of one puppet, that's yourself,
now go to bed. -
The demographic of Turf Wars,
Shit talking kids and complaining whores.
You know it's me against you
Even my mother wouldn't complain about what I'm about to do
Whether it be your turf being capped or a horses head
It could all be worse. Could be real life and I could leave you dead.(That was crap, but I'm not really feeling it right now. Maybe try again later.)
-
If you can't take the heat stay outta the kitchen,
And I'm sick of you, moaning, whining and bitchin'
My words are full of hate, mean and obscene
But you, my friend just keep saying the same thing.
Over and over, like some kinda parrot
What is your problem are some kinda faggot?
And to answer your question, no I'm not hurt
But I'd like to ask you- what's it like with your face in the dirt?
Is it comfy down there? You'd better get used to it
The fact is buddy, my ego, you boosted it.
With your little attempt to give me a challenge,
Off you go now and I say this with malice,
Thanks to me your credability,
Now hangs in the balance. -
Do have to go though- got a flat battery
But thanks for your rap, I take it as flattery. -
Meh, nothing new, with my face to the floor,
And no credibility, not to lose or restore,
You ever eat dirt? It can be quite delicious,
When hiding or fighting in dregs and in ditches,
You sir, are talking to a U.S. Marine, and I'll bet your egos not as big as you'd think.
If you'd but take a minute read when you write,
You made a typo, but hey, it's alright.
We all make mistake, from time to time,
Just happens that yours was attempting to rhyme.
and ya can't call my typos, I did them on purpose, cause to hear you getting angry,man, it is worth it ;)
As for being a parrot, heck, least I can fly, drop things on your head from up in the sky, and I'll tell you right now, no, I ain't gonna lie, but I think it's bout time that you said goodbye 😝 -
That wasn't flattery,
but some of my rhyming mastery.
Now how about you go and play
And gome back another day
Turf wars is for the big boys,
not you fake as toys. -
Aww 😢 they always have to leave as things start getting interesting.
-
Is it true what I'm believing?
That you think I'd pussy out? Run away? that I'm leaving?
What happened in your head to make that terrible presumption?
Next time you'll think twice about making such an assumption.
Especially when you get home to live out your life
Just to find that I've ruined you wife.:D
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