*yawn*

Think punk like you can beat me, outfeat me, think again pansy

I am become ninja, standin’ before you bad-bum ****, the foe of Ash Ketchum

Aint nobody can outleet me, spank meat better than me, going berserk á Gordon Ramsay

You’re shakin’, aren’tcha? Split second ‘fore i stuff my nunchuck up your rectum

Defeatin’ this without cheatin’, thought is ridiculus

Like some big-bum black dude I’ll punch your lights out

Them soars bleedin’, sit there n’lick your puss

Hand it over, hack, n’ I wont be rude or claim a miscount

**** ZPac is that **** Ormgalla rappin at me?

**** the BPs, I’ll beat his bum for free.

Someone tell this fine upstanding member of society, I’m the certified boss

FAIL’s the new WIN, Ormgalla’s now the loss

Your “rap” is embarrbuming, you should probably just quit

To save yourself some pain, find a big black male reproductive organ and sit.

This battle is pretty much over, now it’s time to boast:

cool kids follow suit, I’ma WINvote this post.

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Bill_Murray_Fan_7383 Posted:

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Fail for Rap star 2009.

Also, if Fail wins this contest ET should finally give him his destroyer of contests peen.

What the ****? I’ve been updating this page for a day now, never seen any posts below mine. Well, **** it.

I’m blastin dis fine upstanding member of society while his rhymes are just tricklin

the **** this homo thinkin talkin to me about ticklin

I’m patiently waiting for my next victim in this

cause Ormgalla’s been done since my very first diss

Since when are you a legend and I’m white-trash?

I’ll pistol whip you so quick you’ll suffer from whiplash

I’m a filet mignon you’re just a maggot

So move along you little insignificant fabulous person

My male reproductive organ isn’t large, I can’t quell your fears

but I have a 9inch tongue and can breathe through my ears

dawg my male reproductive organ ain’t dusty I get more bum than most

speaking of my male reproductive organ yo mom loves it the most

sorry you had to battle me, you had no choice

my rappin is so smooth it makes the ladies’ panties moist

I’m typing from work on my ballin iPhone

there’s just one thing left for you to do; walk yo sorry bum home

It’s time to get real, bro, take out the big guns, ready to go

Step up n’ throw it all at your foe, I’ll take on your whines n’ then make you bow

Unless you’re just some scared little ho, raised by ol’ cath’lic nuns, wit too slow

FAIL’s soon bound to go d’oh, I got multiple rhymes in every row

You talk of my mom which is pretty low, I can tell you’re inferior to the regular Joe

Speakin’ o’ moms better call the tow, ‘tis the only way we could move your fat sow

She’s been ledged in my driveway, under the snow, since I threw her out on her bum, when she gave me bad blow

Somethin’ you really should the her to mow, is her groin, that thing’s stackin’ a ‘fro

Lil’ weeners can fail-vote me some mo’, they just sheep, all have’ta go wit’ the flow

No, doesn’t face me, yo, cuz them head-fine upstanding member of society peeps know, what this’s all fo’, n’ wont throw these quality rhymin’ skills out the doo’