Azelito and i were doinga dumb rap thing on IRC and he said taht we should make a poll about it.
Here's the raps:
[16:36] <Nickelplate> I aint gonna eat, aint gonna sleep, annt gonna bruch my teeth till i do it with sheep, and when the sheep they bleat and sqeak for their seat on my pete!
[16:40] <azelito> Nickelplate aint bright and his rhymes are pure s**te. Bear with me tonight and listen to this right, he aint gonna bare the freezing touch of my might!
[16:42] <Nickelplate> look at azelito, more like asshole-ito blown up like a torpedo, cause my raps supercede, ho. He thinks he can rap, but he cant to crap, his mom was gonna blow me but she ran when i busted a cap.
[16:47] <azelito> Nickelplate, what a loser. A user, a boozer. Contact me when you're out and dry, we'll see if we can give this battle another try.
[16:49] <Nickelplate> Azelito puts down my raps, but they are glorious, to find the words that rhyme is really laborious, to try to top my rhymes would be meritorious, but he's just pissed coz i'm on his mom's clitorious (sic)
[16:55] <azelito> My mom's clitorious? You bought that word in the storious [sic]? Oh please, don't give me another lame rhyme. Let me spell this sentence, a word at the time. Maybe you will understand, it's not just the hand that writes it. It's the mind that fights it! Get off your high horses, fall down with your remorses and take it as a man. Oh wait did I say man? I meant a woman who can just take it.
[17:01] <Nickelplate> You've tried 3 times to better my rhymes, but u can't best these - coz you have no testes. Behind your tough-guy glare is a baby thats scared coz he knows that he did err - where he started with affair he ne'er had a prayer to tear through my rhymes coz his s**t's just bare and borrowed, get some more crappy rhymes and come back tomorrow.
[17:07] <azelito> Rhymes full of make-up, fake-up. I'm gonna freaking rake you up. Stick it up, wake you up. Nothing like a good stake-up. My rhymes contain no nonsense, no fancy words or Evanecense. It's pure. A freaking cure to your epidemic rap, to the edge- filled with crap.
[17:18] <Nickelplate> Okay, little boy, time to wrap things up, 'cause i'm gettin' sick of readin. all your crap coz it sucks. It's such a bunch of s**te you could haul it with trucks, the onyl good words you got, you happened on by luck. sooner or later you're gonna get stuck, you shmuck, trying to make sense if it's like driving a truck through much and eating Peking Duck, you trying to beat me but all you gone and done was run amok with rhymes that make me up-chuck. That's why you'll never win it coz ur square likea cube, you're just azelito the freestyle n00b.
[17:25] <azelito> Nickelplate? A mind full of hate. A broken boy, the bullies toy. Do you remember when they flushed your head in the toilet? Or when they crushed your glasses and stole your wallet. Now you're trying to give me back for those times, though the bullies are the ones that should pay the crimes. They are the ones to pay the fines and they are the ones to suffer from your horrid rhymes. Well, perhaps we should just leave it to that, now that we both know: I'm good and you're crap.
And that's the raps: now you decide; WHO PWND!!!!
