And now I shall Dine, on sweet Adeline


A war has begun in the tiny world that is GW
boundaries have been crossed and grudges have been earned
and through the ashes crawl the temporal worm
warped, wretched, and construed
16 chosen MCS, 16 not too few
15 of whichs egos shall soon be drastically skewed

So sit back ladies and gentleman as I metaphorically devour my opponent
and literally beat that ass like I own it
the defeat you will soon receive, my sweet adeline
will be the first of many, in a very short line
this might get a little rough and I will not be kind
So lets hope the pressure doesn't snap your little spine

Adeline, what kind of name is that?
it sounds like a name you'd give to an old dried up lesbian's fat cat
son, your kind aren't welcome in this sort of decorum
and your weak ass sauce isn't fit for my ciborium
take a permanent leave of absence
this is your chance to pre- CAN IT
or I'll rip open your rectum like a dually primed faggot
 
if the audience knows what needs to be done, and what is right
they'll skip over all your posts and vote for Harry Manback aka The All-American-Delight
and if not, then that's fine, that's alright
Through the gods of hip hop thou whilst soon be smite
with a bolt of lightning as quick as my wit
or maybe through the irresistibly of my sirenous song
I'll lure you into a trap, while you're singing along
stick you in an oven and turn that bitch on
450 degrees should get the job done
then I can move up the ladder and have some real fun

think carefully kid, you've been given a choice
pull the fuck out or suffer further abuse, via my voice


I didn't do audio because adeline didn't agree to it yet but if he wants to do it I'll just record something and put it in early next week, I also figured its about time some folks see some rappin so here we go bitch lets get this party started

I make posts get money smoke weed every day
When base on the forums get outta his way
And it was 1-9-2-2-5 all night
Cos only a sucker posts during the day
They call me Big Posta and I post with heat
Got a gat on the arms of my computer seat
Harry's just known as Crap Shacker
His 4chan style indicates his defeat

My rhymes and posts stem from 911
Harry posts in SA nearly 24/7
And 911 refers to the emergency number
Cos my posts have put 100 people in heaven
Got more warns than you got sperm
Cos I fuck wit the mods and they ain't learned
To step right off when base is postin
I'm likely to deliver a storm of ice burns

I eat sucka posts except yours - I won't risk it
Cos while mine are fresh and lovely and crunchy
Yo rhymes is stale like months old biscuits
And you just remind me of CHEESE and MONKEYS
I hate malus and Harry and his topics
"Bay bay I'll fuck you" - he means Bart here
He's gayer than BTS at Andy Warhol's biopic
His sex life's more tragic than the plot of King Lear
Yeah I just brought in some classic lit
Just so I can make a sweet ass rhymes
Harry got surgery to give him a clit
Had Middlesex goin on for such a long time
In NAMBLA like Ginsberg cos boys make him HOWL
Had irregular movements, made a river of crap
Tricked by Cinco and bought a new B'Owl
"Ahem" "Nice rap"



whew. ok not very good but i'm not particularly creative right now. peace.

Harry Manback got nothing on this
I post like a master; he’s an apprentice.
He sails in the navy like a proud American
More like a Village Person than a macho man.
Postin like a demon if a demon made posts.
I hit up the forums like a forum-going Ghost-
face Killah from the Wu-Tang Clan.
Harry’s more oblivious than Maijin Sam.
I guess Tool’s good when you’re in grade 8,
And you’re talkin some shit like you’re fulla hate
For teachers, parents and school reports.
Music: Papa Roach – “Last Resort.”

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Illest posts you seen, better call Dr Gamer -
when Harry’s in the clinic treat him as a lamer –
I ain’t a cynic just little bit jaded –
2000 posts means he still ain’t made it –
readin his rap I come to hate it –
not that I’m offended cos he can’t touch me –
p.s. Bakafura don’t you go rush me –
we had 7 days what’s this “ant-climax” –
I respect Harry and all the Manbacks –
sure we’re rivals, but only in battle –
make sure my rhymes are never too fatal –
after all, this is about survival –
hey “Semper games;” gotta throw that in –
cos I’m a rappin gamer who games to win –
better game and lose than never game at all –
better rap and win than face off at baseball –
lemme drop the digits that the ladies all know –
1 to the 9 to the 2 2 5 –
Baseball Fury in my posting flow –
that’s a Warriors shout that you won’t survive.

I. AM. META SAL DALI,
I'm a posting rapper, my rhymes never fail me.
I. AM. HIGH-LEVEL EXEC,
Harry's got trouble with the opposite sex,
Cos Harry don't know how to talk to guys.
Harry's parts so gross they got covered in flies.
Shootin rhymes from my postin gun,
Then shootin posters from my rhymin one.
Harry so lame that I had to be kind,
But I can only keep that up for such a long time.




woop woop used imperfect rhymes and i dont care!!!!!!

oh yeah, I wrote one but I'm probably going to edit alot of it later so go ahead

well you gave us 7 days and it's not like we're able to write these at any time

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yeah why didn't you just start two at a time or something its not like I can spit out ill ass rhymes on demand

actually I can I just refuse to in principle alone

User: Adeline
Mood: just ate a dick
I sure hope you were thinking of me before you downed that big meat stick

look at mister baseball, handing mercy out like rations
you'll not be gotten shit, from this renegade militant faction
also note that here we don't recognize your government sanctions
my guerrila tactics will have your joint-chief-of-staff faintin
because my people are thirsty, their begging for blood
So I'll give em' what they want, this shits about to run like a mother fucking flood

We're dialing in on your position, like a tweaked out skud
I'm comin for the ultra violence, the pain tastes so good
I guess thats what happens when you grow up in the hood
I've opened the armory, you should've known I would
and in my arsenal you won't be findin' any duds
just straight up big pimpin, my men are bred like studs
born for the bullion, their hearts beat for the bud

Soon I'll find your shitty little village and I'll burn that bitch to the ground
then I'll string up your dead ass carcass and drag it all around town
afterwards I'll pick up all the fallen pieces and sew em' into my regal gown
I'll breed with your women, till' no more weakness can be found
when I'm done I'll make em' fuck for money, future talents will astound

Bitch you wanna talk about green? thats how I got my crown
If you filled a pool with all of the THC in my system, you'd probably drown
I've been high since 1998 and I'm never comin' down
The sky is where I'll stay, because thats the only place god can be found
I just spoke with him the other day, he said that you were a "fucking clown"
he mentioned instead of having streaks in your undies, the whole damn things are brown

I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you this but, the game is over
your lucks run all out, your pickin' five leaf clovers
go back to eating your sausberry steak stouffers
and relaxin' in your suede leather loafers
and I'll go back to breakin down your big postin' brothers
and talkin shit about how of their mothers
got big fat asses, the best kind, that smother

Like one big cushy pillow, coverin' my face
just like cotton candy, god I love that taste
dripping out a sweet, clear, honey-dew paste
only to end up beating those bitches off of me, yes, with a mace
I got a dick that kills, leavin' your dads a sorry disgrace
let me get off my soap-box for a minute, this shits startin to chafe

I'm not going to vote.

This is a spoiled ballot paper

wow im cut (not)

well see what you come up with you nordic fucker

this shit is harder than it looks

I think Adeline's probably flowed better but I held my rhymes longer and I actually talked some shit

I'm not going to vote though

also my lines were too fucking long