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Post by sam on Dec 9, 2014 21:45:56 GMT -5
EPIC POETRY BATTLE OF THE CENTURY!
lascray in Red,
Sam in Blue,
Who wins? Who's Next?
YOU DECIDE!
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Post by sam on Dec 9, 2014 21:47:15 GMT -5
You go first,
or are you scared?
I want a win I have that thirst,
You will not be spared.
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Post by Andrew Ryan on Dec 9, 2014 21:52:37 GMT -5
I can't decide because there is no poll  |
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Post by sam on Dec 9, 2014 22:57:41 GMT -5
I can't decide because there is no poll What you talking bout boy? (Thanks haha  ) |
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Post by lascray on Dec 10, 2014 1:42:43 GMT -5
Your color blue, kills our eyes
It's hard too, to read it nice.
You think your wise, but those are lies,
'Cause I'm Lascray, as cool as ice
My color's burning
as Sam starts cryin'
Burn in hell and cry as well
I'm a master. YOU'RE A LOSER!
I'm famous, you're heinous
It's definite and infinite that you'll lose
So stop that lousy-woose
Just drink some booze! And dance like a goose.
Before I rest, let me say I'm best
as Sam lie down, and fail this test
I win, you fail and lose
Surrender? Defeat? You choose!
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Post by sam on Dec 11, 2014 4:34:27 GMT -5
My colour kills your eyes?
I'm glad hope it burns.
I would prefer to hang out with flies,
when I see you my stomach churns.
You think I cry,
just go die.
I fight to win,
You belong in a bin.
Sammy boi brown got this,
Lascray don't got skill.
Sam will never miss,
Don't forget to take yo pill.
Hopefully you never breed,
Bruce my kangaroo is all we need.
Sam knows how to write a poem,
you think you win it gets stolen.
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Post by lascray on Dec 11, 2014 5:39:30 GMT -5
Sam boy brown so proud and loud.
He drops his verse just so bad.
It tastes like soil, fresh from ground.
Just step down and drown yo' lad.
You make no good poetry
All of yours are so silly.
Yours makes them very sleepy
Mine makes them rise like chilly.
Look at this, it has seven.
Seven syllables, correct.
All these , made by the best men,
Like Lascray the best man, check!
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