Some DDO members are just trolling losers
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| Voting Style: | Open | Point System: | 7 Point | ||
| Started: | 12/14/2017 | Category: | Arts | ||
| Updated: | 4 years ago | Status: | Debating Period | ||
| Viewed: | 1,144 times | Debate No: | 105844 | ||
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 Pro but one specific member who thinks she is a thinker while on this site she trolls and lingers having no friends and just living on here hoping I would stop embarrassing her and disappear with my clever rap and about her; sounding like Shakespeare Emilrose is this persons lame made up name let's go, I'm all up for this rap battle game bring what you have you trolling loser, you are a pathetic lonely accuser You can't contribute anything useful on this site with your lame political views posts that fail to amuse and are just an excuse I'm going to have to start drinking some booze because your posts are making me snooze this kid thinks she is so bright and intellectual yet her post are filled with profanity and are ineffectual These rhymes come to me so naturally and I can create them factually I don't need hours or days to make this rap about how Emilrose just posts crap so bring it on and challenge to a rap battle instead of being a crybaby and going to tattle. Of course if you are too scared to take on this challenge because mentally you are unbalanced I will understand you are just a loser with nothing useful to contribute as a DDO user I'm throwing down the gauntlet so lets go, you are being taunted Lets see your creative rap now, it's wanted Otherwise I know you are just a kid that's daunted and my posts for you feel haunted  Con Fanboy McBitch, I've been waiting for this Yo You're a f-ggot person that's for certain i'll leave you on the pavement hurtin' stop makin' faces like a plastic surgeon I'm boutta embarrass this middle-aged virgin he's still searchin' noone will take up the burden the only way he'll get his d-ck wet's coercion the public is scared of me like an Arabic man wearin' a turban. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm a 21 savage beat assassin I'm beatin' this geek with passion smother you like an avalanche and make more beef than a cattle ranch bars bringin' fans closer I'm dissin' f-gs over claimin' they've written raps colder noone is doper b-tch your face will appear on a missing cat poster when I whack you so hard it knocks your fitted cap over -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll send you a letter with a P.S note you open it, "ANTHRAX" your last breath choked i got lethal penmanship like deathnote you're a deaf bloke who can't let go my pen strokes get thick hoes I smack crap rap fanatics I snap your cat like matchsticks post it on snapchat I smash the track and act sick I don't pack a gat I straight clap sh-t you can't rap fast even with practice --------------------------------------------------------------------------- This dope part I spit is sharp like Mozart can't compose the bars like this In the art of battling wits My flow hard I hit a lick on your b-tch with crowbars SICK yo dudes always ask what's my motive? why I'm so explosive? my motherf-ckin' soul's corrosive I'm the dude we all oppose but I don't know what's worse the spammers or lyrical slackers who can't drop a verse who act like attackers hiding behind bad grammar and slander I wouldn't have to euthanize dudes if we killed stragglers but we ignored the hazards of equality and broke the standards I came from self improvement to become rap fluent they ignored the student and I became a rap mutant |
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Pro Because your rap is right out of the ghetto and it's typical, murder and violence crap But I guess I will have to settle for these vile lyrics because you are handicap Those suicide vest you need to learn how to wear without blowing off your legs and being on welfare Murder and F bombs and violence and immature rap might sound all cool if you are 14 and think that, this is awesome as you drool But it takes more talent to come up with something that doesn't include killing but what can I expect from a youth who thinks that violence and swearing Is good rap battle when to me it sounds like psychobabble to think that this is what rap is all about, ghetto talk and azz rape tearing this is the type of rap, this individual wants to show he is uncaring because he is young and this rap he is declaring as his best original lyrics and creative pairing not bad I say, but does it have to sound like it's out of the ghetto I want to see more humor not dark falsetto your rap is not first class I would not sign you to any label because you sound a little unstable Con Talk about ghetto raps speak for yourself you make sh-t bars like you need mental help not because you're depressed or a danger to yourself because you made a bar about a suicide vest I'm sorry your brain is the hand you've been dealt I murder you without the piece in my Sam Browne belt Man I heard you screamin' when your dad's beltin' You think you're Superman you've been smelted the man of steel isn't sh-t once he's been melted am I demented? maybe I got wordplay like Shady, not Jim though we need to find you something more your own speed, like Bingo yo I own the flows I own your phone I own your home I own your clothes I wait You ducked me long enough and this is the sh-t you come with? Look I know you wanna marry Emily and you want her and you to have a family but you don't have to resort to shouting so angrily is it because you're afraid rejection feels, well thankfully you're unnaturally anxiously awaiting for her number "circumstantially" speaking of circumstances remember when I dissed you? you ignored me so I finally got the reward of goring you I'll keep your body stored in a cardboard box with my old wrestling awards with my restored taxidermied fox I'm a warlord who can box and strike a chord on a block with prerecordings of Pac. I got bars, do you really wanna fight wars? you can't win even if the high ground's yours I go on Antarctic tours, f-ck some eskimo whores I got an overwhelming supply of metaphors I hear your mom yellin' she's saying do your chores you better listen because you can't f-ck with the carnivores |
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you ducked me, you let the time run out just so you could talk sh-t in the comments section like a r-tard, like let it go, I already won, you lost.
TL;DR: Fanboy Mctroll is a b-tch
apology accepted cakerman
cause he doesn't have any rhymes from his head ache
go have a reefer and take a break
comeback with some more profanity and mom jokes by daybreak
c'mon ghetto cakerman the prison is waitin
for you to reoffend and be back hatin
ghetto talk and as he is known MC Cakerman is beratin
yo yo yo cakerman bring on some colorful ghetto rap, stimulatin
your violence talk is suffucatin
lack of education and no grade 12 graduatin
I can stoop down to your level of rap even when it's exasperatin
Yo Yo cakerman peace out in the hood
Fanboy OUT
(mic drop)
it sounds to me like cakerman is on probation
what did you do to get incarceration
jail must have been your destination
without any skills and only profanity communication
cakerman must have dropped out of high school
because he thought it would make him cool
but his rhymes sound like cesspool
and his intelligence is like, he just finished preschool
and he just likes to ridicule
because his creativeness is as good as a mule
spinning round and round with drivel like a spool
I say your rap sucks as I overrule
(mic drop)
Is he a cuck or
A motherf-cker
Who got stuck
Can't compete
So he concedes
And pretends like he didn't mean to
He's depressing the people
Who wanted to see the sheeple
Get the sheet beat out of him
He's feeble and lacks free will
He puts people to sleep like NyQuil
Not because he hits hard its because he's far
From being competition to these bars
I leave you scarred you got slaughtered
And starstruck when you walk in on me
F-cking your daughter
Oh
You don't wanna f-ck with this
Your love to Em is unrequited
I beg your pardon beg again
Super sized mind mimes
Ive told you like 5 times
You ain't got no rhymes
Your shits fried
But when you go home and you cry
And try again to scry a rhyme that's
Fine enough for my landmines
Your rap smells like it died
You spell like a dying
Housewife on Dateline
cakerman and his rhymes were just very bare
these aren't any creative rhymes coming from some millionaire rapper
sounds more like some low budge kidnapper
cakerman the ghetto rapping dude with the gold neckwear
wearing the wifebeater and rapping about death and despair
sounds more to me like someone who is on welfare
why does all his rap have to talk about moms and guns and death
sounds like he is heavy on crack and meth
angry young man listening to megadeath
cakerman your raps aren't worth any record label
you sound like you are unstable
how long did it take you to write this profanity at the coffee table
he got dissed and then got real p-ssed
because his mom got him a therapist
anger management damagin' the future rapist
goin' ham on you in the basement
I'll give you a home-made facelift
bust in court and shoot the bailiff
while I karate kick the plaintiff
get outta here with your shoddy entertainment
you're lame and have no fame
you're a noob to this rap game
can't hold a match to my propane
I spit fire like a butane
gettin' fried with the wu-tang
stickin' the wu-weewee in the putang
hah
I roast on you even after you quit
the golden snitch
the biggest b-tch
not even a flinch
from me after you ditched
writing love raps
to that b-tch emily
This is round 3 you won't believe I leaked the sh-t on purpose
I leave the pad burnin' when I'm turned on a stereo turnin' up
such a muf-ckin stick in the mud
Man
Getting
Flamed
Hard
As
F-CK