RE: MURDERFIA: DAY 2 (42/67)
04-04-2013, 07:22 PM
Alright, hold up, I'm done with this shit.
I'm sick of those nightfucks and this knowledgetease Brit.
(And let me lay it right out for you and make sure you hear:
This a dayevent, fools, so get yourself clear.)
First off, our medal, that voting just wasn't right,
We work our ass for a prize and it's awarded at night?
Not cool, nocturnassholes, don't be fucking around.
If you try that again, we'll bowl you nightfuckers down.
We'll strike you night owls out, won't be no 7-10 split.
No motherfucker gets spared if we don't get our shit.
Think you can stand against us? Well you're off by a mile,
We're like professional bowling next to grandma style.
We've got superior numbers, so you're certain to lose,
You'll get stomped to the curb by all our club-rented shoes.
If you want to throw down, you think that shit'll be fun?
You'll end up with a zero, we'll get a three-oh-one.
Don't want to end up in the gutter? Then here's what you do:
Don't fuck with our earnings and we won't fuck with you.
(Unfortunately, for the moment, I personally can't do crap.
You drowsy dicks are asleep, so you can't get in the rap.
But every person alive's a fucking dangerous gun,
So keep your toes on the line, or you assholes are done.)
And now, Mister Sruixan, I'm turning to you,
Because I find that it's time that you be given your due.
You've got some knowledge, you say, of the virus's threat
And yet you run off, leaving us to just sweat!
How 'bout sharing the facts you've got locked up in your head?
Telling us 'bout the risks for us ending up dead?
There's a virus about, and your lips are zipped tight!
You couldn't say a few words before you left for the night?
I really must say, you're letting all of us down,
Leaving us to jusy worry while you're out on the town.
And to top it all off, what's with the "FUN" in your post?
You going to come back, reveal yourself as a host?
You brimming with virii, you the virus's master?
You finding out who's infected so you can make it spread faster?
You're a slimeball, Sruix, so I hope you have fun
Hanging out with your friends until the drinking's all done.
Hell, y'know, you should have one yourself.
Something to steady your nerves might be good for your health.
Because you'll need to be smooth to get down with the flow,
This a rap battle, son, you best get ready to go.
I'm sick of those nightfucks and this knowledgetease Brit.
(And let me lay it right out for you and make sure you hear:
This a dayevent, fools, so get yourself clear.)
First off, our medal, that voting just wasn't right,
We work our ass for a prize and it's awarded at night?
Not cool, nocturnassholes, don't be fucking around.
If you try that again, we'll bowl you nightfuckers down.
We'll strike you night owls out, won't be no 7-10 split.
No motherfucker gets spared if we don't get our shit.
Think you can stand against us? Well you're off by a mile,
We're like professional bowling next to grandma style.
We've got superior numbers, so you're certain to lose,
You'll get stomped to the curb by all our club-rented shoes.
If you want to throw down, you think that shit'll be fun?
You'll end up with a zero, we'll get a three-oh-one.
Don't want to end up in the gutter? Then here's what you do:
Don't fuck with our earnings and we won't fuck with you.
(Unfortunately, for the moment, I personally can't do crap.
You drowsy dicks are asleep, so you can't get in the rap.
But every person alive's a fucking dangerous gun,
So keep your toes on the line, or you assholes are done.)
And now, Mister Sruixan, I'm turning to you,
Because I find that it's time that you be given your due.
You've got some knowledge, you say, of the virus's threat
And yet you run off, leaving us to just sweat!
How 'bout sharing the facts you've got locked up in your head?
Telling us 'bout the risks for us ending up dead?
There's a virus about, and your lips are zipped tight!
You couldn't say a few words before you left for the night?
I really must say, you're letting all of us down,
Leaving us to jusy worry while you're out on the town.
And to top it all off, what's with the "FUN" in your post?
You going to come back, reveal yourself as a host?
You brimming with virii, you the virus's master?
You finding out who's infected so you can make it spread faster?
You're a slimeball, Sruix, so I hope you have fun
Hanging out with your friends until the drinking's all done.
Hell, y'know, you should have one yourself.
Something to steady your nerves might be good for your health.
Because you'll need to be smooth to get down with the flow,
This a rap battle, son, you best get ready to go.