FREESTYLE TIME!

[AshtonBlades]

*Goes up to stage again and snatches the mic away. Gives The Big Pointy One and Wyvern a big grin, and raises the mic to his mouth.*

 

Ya'll didn't think you could leave me out,

It's not double anymore, a fourway 'bout,

BPO can't see me, you think you could?

I snap the Big Pointy Stick and then use it as firewood,

Pestilence is dope, but a pet still,

I crush you like them flies that I see on the windowsill,

Wyvern may be the only match to me,

but there's no way he'll ever be the Freestyle King,

I am the best, I always prevail,

Rhymes bounce off of me like I got on ringed mail,

All three of you wack, you can't do it,

Cock the pistol and then light you up with my lyrical bullets,

My pen is mighter than any sword or stick,

Ya'll are just nothing, rhyming just forget,

get off the stage, it's my time to shine,

You need to learn alot more about the way of rhyme,

Now her's the mic, I've said my lot,

Bring out your potential, let me see what you got.

 

*Holds out the mic for anyone to take.*

[The Big Pointy One]

Wow, look at this, the Ashton's back

he finally recovered from my previous attack

his blade must have been sharpened but it doesn't matter

'cause of everyone up here, the Big Pointy One is sharper

I've got a bag full of tricks to go with the BigPointyStick

and you think that it's sick the way your girl gobbles my...

woah, nevermind that, it's a little bit crude

but I just can't help being a little bit rude

I get a little bit scary when all these imposters try to step up

they think they're freestylers but they just get messed up

I'll give you all credit you can carry a beat and pull of the rhyme

but there's only one Mighty Penner who's great all the time

You all know and love this number one man

We all know why, it's easy to understand

His lyrics and vocals just can't be beat down, it's just that simple

When he steps to the mic, he pops your head just like a pimple

His words carry farther then the Mighty keep's walls

His elegant prose always echoes through our halls

No one can get quite enough of his stuff

And no one really cares he's made out of fluff

I'm takling of course about my little lapin friend

The little guy who's gonna be with me 'til the end

The rabbit who's smart, so cool and definiteally funny

I'm talking of course about the one, the only, the Mr.Bunny

Hit it, Mr.B!

 

"..."

 

Yeah, that's right you heard it from him

He's victorious time and time again

Over the mic no one is better, no one stands a chance

But here's an opening, who's ready to dance?

 

 

*And the mic flies in the air to...*

 

 

(Edit: I really have to work more on the whole slamming thing... I realise all of my posts lately have just been ego-flares or something, which isn't bad, but it isn't great, IMHO )

Edited April 9, 2003 by The Big Pointy One

[time ends]

ashton

crashin into the dirt

my s*** is a river, but yours is only a sqirt

outa this water gun

better run cause ima hit you like a super soaker

im wrap you up like a roaper

and ckoke ya with my maniacal rhymes

cause your still stuck back in time

so you say my sh** is a crime

face scrunched up like your suckin a lime

step back get back in line

and when you hear a beat

dont even try to floy

instead pack yo bags hit da road

while i sit around and watch you unload

your pathetic rap

it sounds like crap

why the fu** you gotta gimmie that crap

about music comin from the heart

your sh** stinks like a nasty fart

and now im gonna part.

 

thats what you get for tryin to mess with me *Ashton*

hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[AshtonBlades]

*...AshtonBlades snatches it from time ends*

 

Hey yo, I smell a smelly smell that smells and really smells,

Oh wait, it's BPO, the stink of his rhymes dwell,

The Blade is always sharp, I'm hot like hot sauce,

I take this blade and cut yo' BigPointyStick off,

Watch the Great One as he comes out the blue,

Snatch the mic, and light up the crowd like a lit fuse,

But as for you, your fuse is slowly dimmin dude,

Stop trying to be nice and be crude,

Watch me as I acheive nirvana,

Take a belt, draw it back, and spank yo' mama,

Now take the mic, and what you got to to,

As I laugh at you, and you and your dirty crew.

[Salinye]

(Just a side note, I've never tried rap before lol :0) However, here you go, just for all you wonderful writers. *smile*) (Another side ooc note, I just edited this to fix the format that was messed up. I honestly wrote it off the cuff, but I write everything in word first to avoid losing material before "submit post" button is hit. It is my mission to find a solution to this transfer problem RAAWWWRR!)

 

A woman simply yet elegantly dressed steps up taking the mic and speaks words that do not sound natural coming from her mouth.

 

What is this? King of the Hill?

King of the ghetto Shpeal?

Such talent is rot when it's spouted without thought.

You dive in, hope to swim against the current,

However, most of what I've seen is a deterrent.

Be careful grab your water wings, lest you should drown.

I'm here to announce there's a new girl in town.

 

I may look simple, I may seem sweet,

But don't underestimate me,

you'll find yourself beneath my feet.

I'm like the kind bard,

Insults I find hard.

But if you challenge I'll duel.

Pull out your sword, fool.

 

So all of you writ rapping wanna be's

Reading this saying "Puhleez".

Just sit back and think before you jump up and sing

Do you really want to be known as the

GHETTO RAP KING?

Edited April 10, 2003 by Salinye

[The Big Pointy One]

Ah, we have a newcomer into our battle rap square

rounding the corners freestyling with the slightest of care

What's up Salinye, why are you here? did you lose a dare

'Cause you must have a good reason for battlin' with us

I mean, you look like you have the stuff but that's not enough

If you're gonna step between Ashton and Wyvmettic

And myself, the Big Pointy One, well I'm pathetic

but that doesn't matter, I suppose

Nothing's phatter, than our prose

And this is freestyle, it's how it goes

I welcome you here with momentary grace

but stand back i'm about to put you in place

 

Alright, you jump in and talk about the kings

talkin' like you just watched Lord of the Rings

Oh wait, Ashton started that royalty talk

Excuse me while I take a little walk, backwards

take it back a couple lines, rewind, now forwards

And my brain just broke, like some moldy old folk

So I'm gonna blush and toss the mic to someone with talent

While I head off to the corner, my last little bit I'm about to lament.

 

 

 

 

(Bah, brain flopped)

[AshtonBlades]

(Just a side note, I've never tried rap before lol :0) However, here you go, just for all you wonderful writers. *smile*) (Another side ooc note, I just edited this to fix the format that was messed up. I honestly wrote it off the cuff, but I write everything in word first to avoid losing material before "submit post" button is hit. It is my mission to find a solution to this transfer problem RAAWWWRR!)

 

A woman simply yet elegantly dressed steps up taking the mic and speaks words that do not sound natural coming from her mouth.

 

What is this? King of the Hill?

King of the ghetto Shpeal?

Such talent is rot when it's spouted without thought.

You dive in, hope to swim against the current,

However, most of what I've seen is a deterrent.

Be careful grab your water wings, lest you should drown.

I'm here to announce there's a new girl in town.

 

I may look simple, I may seem sweet,

But don't underestimate me,

you'll find yourself beneath my feet.

I'm like the kind bard,

Insults I find hard.

But if you challenge I'll duel.

Pull out your sword, fool.

 

So all of you writ rapping wanna be's

Reading this saying "Puhleez".

Just sit back and think before you jump up and sing

Do you really want to be known as the

GHETTO RAP KING?

*Ashton stares at her in disbelief, then takes the mic.*

 

Who are you, the new Lil' Kim?

I take yo' mediocre rhymes and snap them like a Slim Jim,

I'm the Freestyle King man, come on, get it right,

You're just a dim star, my star shines bright,

Sorry, your rap has gone awry,

After I flame you you be talking about yo' problems on Maury,

I'm a gentelmen, ladies first,

But after that, gentelmen no more, prepare for the worst,

I'm authentic, I don't curse,

Spit it so hard, you forget your next verse,

You can be the bard, I'll be the knight,

I can make Mona Lisa smile, 'cause my rap is nice,

Now I'm gonna stop my ongoing status quo

another day, you can be the side show.

 

*Gives her the mic back and waits patiently*

[Salinye]

Laughs and smiles, suddenly a bit shy that the attention is on her, but oh well, she's gotta try.

 

*Takes the mic back*

 

You think you're the king?

More like my peasant.

Step back, I'll track you down,

Just like a hunter does the pheasant.

You should stick to what you do best,

Like serving me whine and letting me rest.

 

Here you are, up in my face,

Prancing around like you own the place.

You think your star shines bright,

But yo' lyrics ain't tight.

Hoping to win against me,

That just ain't right!

 

You talk about Phat,

But your rap is flat.

Don't you know you're dealing

With the queen of Perky?

Step off the stage, you're just a jive Turkey.

 

Then there is the pointy One,

He's up there wavin' his tongue

Like he's all that and then some

You're like a yo yo, in a mojo, with ho ho,

But now I digress, just trying to impress.

 

Listen here, Ashton, you say you're a knight,

So pull out your sword and let's fight.

Best be warned, if you care to duel,

You're likely to end up in a puddle of your drool.

Now step right back before I kick you wit' a stiletto

Like I said before, YOUR RAP IS GHETTO!

 

Smiles a bit embarrassed and hands the mic back.

 

(OOC: I have to apologize in advance, I really don't believe any of what I'm spouting! No wonder rap lyrics are so violent, it's like you gotta be insulting! lol *sigh* I don't know what I'm doing trying to run with the big dogs!)

 

**edit note** I was going to edit my typo, changing whine to wine, but now that I read it, I think I like the typo better than the original intent. :0) lol

Edited April 10, 2003 by Salinye

[AshtonBlades]

*Takes the mic back from Salinye*

 

So now you think that I'm am your peasant,

You rap the past, I rap the present,

So you say that my rap is flat,

You've got to be kidding, with yo' amateur crap,

Yo, you just another novice that's about to get burned,

How I got so good, well that's none of your concern,

I spit these rhymes, with stylistic division,

I'll snipe you away, with rapid precision,

You flow like jagged rocks on display,

I flow like the river on a cool sunny day,

Say, you think because you can rap that your okay?

Wait, you can make two words rhyme, hooray!

A five year old kid can make two words rhyme,

You're just nothing, my stuff is sublime,

I rip you up like a Great White Shark,

Your stuff is boring, I'd be better off staring at bark,

Like you said, you runnin' with the big dogs now,

When I'm done, you be staring at me like,

"How?"

[Salinye]

(That was great, Ashton! Touche!)

 

Ashton Blades you make me laugh and smile!

So kick on back and listen to me for a while.

You say I think I'm okay because I can rap,

Well I'm here to tell you I'm great, but not because of this crap.

I walk in style and I flow with grace.

Why is there a need for one of us to save face?

 

You say you're a great white shark, but you're swimmin' in my ocean.

Hangin' with me is like drinkin' from a potion.

Your head starts spinnin' an' you're feelin' kinda dazed.

Take a look around -you might find yourself Amazed.

 

Amazed and trippin' that a simple girly like me,

Would dare to call you out, so everyone can see.

You showed up to stand the test bringing your best

Slingin' your rhyme like the master of a rap fest.

 

Touche my friend, you've proved a worthy challenge thus far

I rather find all this silly mud slinging quite bazaar.

Now it's time I hand the mic back,

Time for this sheep to jump outta' the wolf pack.

[time ends]

how can you guys forget me

im gonna be the eminem see

im white thats right

but i can still write these rhymes

and stay with the times

but dont listen to my words

read between the lines

ya'll people wanna rhyme like yo sh** is sublime

but all ya'll suck

you better duck and stay low

if you dont wanna get hit by this flow

and watch me roll in this dough

oh no that that was tight like a rope

stop trippin like you smokin dope

me and ashton gonna play russian rollets

and you never even see me bustin a sweat.

 

peace*

[The Big Pointy One]

Time ends is back again with slams anew

It's about time for my meory to renew

Like a library book I've kept too long

Man, I'll serve you so fast it'll just be wrong

You wanna be the new Eminem do you

Well I'm going to have to disappoint you

'Cause Eminem sucks more than you say we do

Sure he sells the records and the merchandise

But when was the last time he did something nice

Like sit around with a bunch of Mighty Penners

And rapped with them from experts to beginners

You're white? Then Let me clue you in

It doesn't matter; The colour of your skin

'Cause all the lyrics and rhythms and hip hop lines

They're all deep rooted in our hearts and our minds

I'm reading between the lines but all I'm seeing is clutter

Looks to me like you're falling apart faster than toast without butter

Alright, that didn't make any sense, I know

But hey what can I say, that's the way I go

'Talkin' about rolling in the dough, what are you some kinda baker?

Seriously, you better go to your girlfirend, 'cause I'm gonna go take her

Hah, playin' the Russian Roulette

Without dropping any sweat

I bet it's because there's no bullets in the chamber

You're shooting blanks just like your verse; no danger

You want to get dangerous that's fine

Step up to the mic, you'll be mine

That's right, I'm gonna make you my female dog

I'm not gonna curse that's worse than chugging grog

I can be a little more creative than that than you

But I'll toss the mic back to see how you can do

 

 

(I think I'm getting worse with each one... gah.)

[time ends]

ever since i came to the pen

i've been impressed at all the tallent present

its all hear poems, raps, stories, and quizes

even debates and people tellin their business

this is my escape from reality

so listen to me

 

 

to be continued

[AshtonBlades]

(That was great, Ashton! Touche!)

 

Ashton Blades you make me laugh and smile!

So kick on back and listen to me for a while.

You say I think I'm okay because I can rap,

Well I'm here to tell you I'm great, but not because of this crap.

I walk in style and I flow with grace.

Why is there a need for one of us to save face?

 

You say you're a great white shark, but you're swimmin' in my ocean.

Hangin' with me is like drinkin' from a potion.

Your head starts spinnin' an' you're feelin' kinda dazed.

Take a look around -you might find yourself Amazed.

 

Amazed and trippin' that a simple girly like me,

Would dare to call you out, so everyone can see.

You showed up to stand the test bringing your best

Slingin' your rhyme like the master of a rap fest.

 

Touche my friend, you've proved a worthy challenge thus far

I rather find all this silly mud slinging quite bazaar.

Now it's time I hand the mic back,

Time for this sheep to jump outta' the wolf pack.

*Takes the mic again*

 

Hey, look! It's the amateur girl,

You'll get blown away as my style unfurls,

Every time I knock you down you come back for more,

You'll just get burned, 'cause I'm hotter than the core,

I'm here, I'm gonna be here for a long time,

You'll never hear Blade kick the wrong rhyme,

I got this game tied up like a phone line,

I suck you up like a sour green lime!

I am the master of this rap fest,

Everyone's afraid because they know that I'm the best,

Now I hand the mic back to you,

So you can show me what you do.

[Salinye]

*Takes the mic shaking her head with a smile wondering when this boy will ever learn...*

 

So, you want this lamb back in the slaughter house?

Best not consider me prey, sizin' me up-

Like a cat does a mouse.

That would be your first mistake, don't let it be your last.

Underestimating me will get you in trouble fast.

Don't mistake my meekness as weakness.

I don’t cause trouble, and I’m hardly a pest,

But I'm here to show, I can freestyle with the best.

I not only talk the talk, but I play the part.

I'm no doormat, but I'm a lady at heart.

You threw me back up here, thinking I wouldn't measure

What you don't know is that I perform well under pressure.

So turn the heat up and throw in your best

I'll try hard not to send you home cryin' like the rest.

 

*Shyly steps back leaving the mic free still getting used to this free style Thang*

[AshtonBlades]

*Grabs the mic*

 

Now listen carefully, to this perspective,

Listen as I crush you with my lyrical objective,

You're just another pawn in this game I play,

Unimportant and standing in my way,

A doormat you are, you clean my boots,

As I lock you away with the rest of the chicken coop,

I'll turn up the heat, higher than you can take,

My rhymes slap you around like a box of Shake n' Bake,

What's that you say? When will I ever learn?

Once you try harder to win, this championship you gotta earn,

When we rhyme the sign says "Viewer discresion Advised",

They just don't want the crowd to see me make you cry,

You're just another greenhorn at this game,

But you're proving to be a challenge, I'm glad you came.

 

*Smiles and gives her back the mic*

[Salinye]

*laughs taking the mic back* Here we go....

 

You think I'm a pawn in this game of chess?

More like the queen, so bow down and confess,

Confess you're impressed-Impressed I'm still here,

Still takin' the mic instead of runnin' off in fear.

Clean your boots? I must add an interjection.

Listening to me is like getting an infection

My rhymes will consume you and penetrate

Into your soul, you try to run, but it's too late.

Before your composure you can regain

My lyrics have already taken control of your brain.

So now you walk around like an undead zombie

Your thoughts more hollow then a model for Ambercrombie

So you wanna escape, you better move faster

Bolt now, lest you find yourself calling me master.

 

*laughs at her own ghetto shpeal and hands the mic back*

[time ends]

[AshtonBlades]

*Takes mic back*

 

Once again you want me to make you croak,

You're just a beginner whose rhymes choke,

I'm like a hornet, only sting when I'm provoked,

Try the water gun on me and end up gettin' soaked,

Better watch out, I'm comin' your way,

Screw up your night, then screw up your day,

I cut you up like I'm servin' gourmet,

Then flame you and Blaze you like I'm makin' flambe'

if you continue get beat up like Cassius Clay,

Any way you want it have it your way.

 

*Gives Salinye the mic back*

 

PS: I'm 14 years old, Not FIVE! AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!

[Vincent Silver]

The Return OF DJ Shiny!!

 

*Grabs mike spins iyt in hand like a dagger and begins to rap*

 

Yo' my lyrical content will leave ya panic-in'

I'll destroy the ground around,leave ya sky-walking like Anikin!

My word can bloom and blow up in ya face'

Bring you to court settle this case!

Your rymes are weak,your all living a fantasy

Because none of yall can rap like me

I'm crazy cool and come in any color

Make go crying back home to ya mother!

All you jerks are peons compared to my mad skillz

Give up,ya lost,it ain't no big deal.

PEACE!

*Blings Blinks like Mr.T and walks out*

[The Big Pointy One]

(Note: I wrote this while at work, so it may not seem like a freestyle, but at the time, it was indeed, a freestyle ;p ...of course, it is completely un-edited, unless I had spelling errors... heh... )

 

Alright everyone returning is The Big Pointy One

He's not far from being done

Yeah he's here to deal some praise

In the off-chance he'll get a raise

From the ladies if you what I mean

If it isn't too obscene

Naw I'm comin' clean

As I hop on the scene

the only thing that's rising is the crowd

I've hardly begun and I'm gonna get loud

Yeah, they're rising in ovation, screamin' in elation

Gonna ease the tension

'cause it's been making steady ascension

so if you please, your undivided attnetion

It'll only take a few more secs, unlike detention

We all came here to spin the frestyle

Some of us are new, the rest have been here a while

Lately it's mostly been the battle rap

Quite frankly I've had enough of that crap

Freestylin's about havin' a good time

Dropping verse and verse of excellent rhyme

And kickin' rhythm and motion

Flowin' steady like the ocean

 

(And that's all there was, I know, it was pretty sad, but here I go with the rest of it!)

 

So gathered with us today we have lots of cool cats

Talented artists from across the habitats

Coming together to spin their frestyle lines

Everyone here is a friend of mine

So let's begin the list of who's the best

No one's the worst, when put to the test

We've all got skills of varying type

We all deserve praise of varying hype

I'm sure we're all having fun and that's what's meant to be done

 

We've got Ashton blades who started us off

He's sharp like a sword, mighty like the pen

Anyone who steps up against him is likely to cough

Likely to choke then stutter; Ashton wins again

Alaeha was the first to challenge that shows some guts

Whenever someone challenged her, she kicked their butts

She has the skills of a true poetic miss

Just be careful of her verbal death kiss

Wyvmettic was next on the stage

He showed rhyming shows no age

In other words it doesn't get old

Like the verbal midas touch his words are gold

Truly the master among apprentices

Stepping against him is guaranteed life sentences

The Master P, Peredhil showed us his rhyming side

Still polite to the e, his kind words turned the tide

What else can I say about this Half-elf Elder

He's the man, the guy there's no one better

Whynotsin comes close with a meek approach

Perhaps in time his lyrics he will coach

Or maybe he'll sit back and spin a phat beat

Regardless he's the guy that everyone needs to meet

Then The Death of rats came squeakin' through

He showed everyone 'round here a thing or two

Even the smallest creature in the land can spin a verse

Be wary of appearances, some can leave a deadly curse

In this case death, the loss of your breath

Cold chill of the earth claming your worth

Be wary, he's scary (Squeak!)

Heh, alright, I got a bit crazy there

Maybe it's because OuijaSama came here

Dared and achieved quite a few lines to his surprise

Quite the good accomplishment for this fun exercise

The next person in was Jareena Faye

Who seemed to be able to rhyme all day

With her own l'il style that was straight and clean

That managed to make her mark without being obscene

I'll give her her props, she's got the skills

Just better watch out, don't wanna be in her kills

Along after that came my man the Falcon2k1

Now there's no one guy who knows the meaning of fun

This guy's crazy in such a great way

Not to mention poetic, I must say

Spinning such eloquent lines

I'm sure he sent chills down all your spines

Going with the craziness came Vincent Silver

Like a bullet to lycanthropes he delivers

More Like Vincent Platinum, i'm sure you agree

'Cause his rappin' could sell about a million and three

Then Time Ends, well, he actually began

He stepped to the mic and everyone ran

Writing with inspiration from an outside rapper

I'm sure on his own, he'd be much phatter

It doesn't matter though, we all have our muse

And we're all here just to get amused

Seii followed up rather quite nicely

With lyrics ever so hot and spicy

Maybe not much confidence but that's alright

Everyone who gives it a shot is quite tight

After a while Pestilence was next

We all weren't sure what to expect

Went back and forth with yours truly

He got me scared, he was so unruly

But I'll definitely give him my regards

But when he's around I can't drop my guards

Last and certainly not least was Salinye

Goin' back and forth with Ashton all day

Whoops, I'm sorry does it rhyme with I?

I'm not sure, it's kinda tricky, well, I'll start anew

Quite simply, all I have is kind words for you

Very good for a beginner, poetic skills are present

When you step in the room, I'll gladly shout 'represent!'

In pride, 'cause you're the lady with talent

Certainly when you spin there's no reason to lament

Well, except for the fact that this is the end of my list

I know, my rhymes lately are lamer than someone never been kissed

Or at least, the movie, 'cause that's me

Heh, whoops, lame again, so sorry

I'll just sign out with peace and respect

I'm sure you all have more, I expect!

 

Peace! (again)

[AshtonBlades]

*Once again takes the mic*

 

'Sup ya'll! Blades is back!

I was bouncin' 'round the 'net like I was playin' hackey-sack,

I gotta tell ya, them other boards was wack,

I guess the fancy HTML user was smokin' crack,

I decided to come back today,

To keep showing you rhymes that are sway,

I'm hard like clay, my birthday's in May,

Dudes like my rap so much they turn gay,

Now I gotta go, play that chord,

Ashton returns to The Pen is Mightier than The Sword!

 

Oh yeah!

[Nobody of Consequence]

A horde of cute lil monkeys screeches into the room, lugging a laptop with them. They chatter animatedly, then begin to hammer furiously at the keyboard. A strangely familiar voice begins to boom out of the laptop speakers ...

 

Ashton is back! Ashton is back!

Take your hand outta your pants,

and stop playing with your hackey-sack.

You bringing your rhymes back to these boards

but they're gonna get wiped by this monkey horde.

 

You're harder than clay? What is this?

You got some viagra to make your whiz fizz?

Clay's soft and pliable until it gets fired.

Your rhymes leave you liable, it's time to retire.

 

Ah, here we go,

throw in a gay joke,

follow it up with some hand-pump virility.

Don't make us yawn.

Your rhymes are not porn.

Tired old tropes aren't proof of ability.

 

Blades is back! Blades is back!

Yeah, we can see his back.

Cos he's grabbing his ankles, kissing his ass goodbye.

Stuck his head in the earth and called it the sky.

We see the place where the sun don't shine.

Must be the place where you find your rhymes.

Here, let us get you some paper and an eraser

and here's some incence to disguise the flavour.

 

King of Blades, you ain't no Ginsu.

Brother, we own you, we want our money back.

Tried to put you to use and you just cracked.

Your crack pipe is clay?

Is that your inspiration?

Your use-by's today.

Welcome to your expiration.

 

The cute lil monkeys stop typing, then start playing "8 Mile" on the laptop's DVD, pauing every once in a while to look from Ashton to the screen and back with a raucous cheer.

 

OOC:

Had a read through this thread, and was impressed by what I saw. Hope you don't mind a challenge - this could be fun

[AshtonBlades]

(Oh yeah...I'm gonna enjoy this...)

 

You really need to stop this rap,

the lines you spit smell just like monkey crap,

So now you gonna hate on hackey-sack?

Yo' sacks a Happy Meal, mine's a Big Mac,

I guess you could call me Darth Vader,

The stage is the Death Star, the mic's my light saber,

Memory of Consequence? What a coincedence,

While my raps smooth, your rhymes are full of dents,

I ain't gotta cuss in my rap to sound tight,

This ain't a rated R movie, Jesus Christ!

Now leave with all you're monkey horde,

Before I twist you up like mic's extension cord.

[Peredhil]

Peredhil, who's been enjoying the clever 'trash-talking' repartee, winces visibles as he hears Jesus' name used casually just for effect.

 

Ouch.