Jalapeno Bootyhole Posted:

You got throttled, so now it’s onto Xylon

Heard you was a tranny, stretchin’ out yo’ mom’s nylons

When I drop my **** you steer clear like a pylon

Yo’ “rhymes” sucked ****, but let’s let bygones be bygones

You need a shoulder to cry on, cuz you straight-up bumhurt

All y’all ****es be more woman's genitals to me than Elisha Cuthbert

Señor Pepino Culo the transex chulo

Yo **** is delusional, you aint **** miho

You’re just a combination of chocolate rain and a kid with downs

You been pimped by clowns while ****tin around

Trying to bring the battle to a troll like me

When Trout shoots his wad in your E-Y-E

Quit your day job to feed your need for semen

The Crotch Demon the mother****ing sperm fiendin

You busy tryin to bust a rhyme while lappin off the schmeg

Your bum wide open like Hello.jpg

No surprise you down with Steve and TAM

As you fear the evil demon from the GGM

***** slaps you with the mic*

Jalapeno Bootyhole Posted:

*picks up mic*

Check…one two…one two, yo…

One-two, one-two, one-two…THREAD DEAD!
Yo, Shii be a re-re, he special like ed
Tryna spit them wolf-bonics, but you got no street cred
Ya rhymes belong in the toilet like a ****in’ wolf’s head Log in to see images!

Check my enemy list: onto CoreyJess
Defeating yo’ punk bum would be glorious
Yo’ boring-bum rhymes be laborious
Can’t hear you over the sound of my snorin’, ****

So Corey, what the story wit’ yo’ wifey, Jess?
If she wanna test this male reproductive organ, she should know it’s the best
Is that picture of yo’ kid? Man, that **** is just messed
Quit postin’ underage pics like my homegirl Context

But this ain’t no contest, so FAIL ain’t no winner
Just a punk-bum double fine upstanding member of society, without that chicken dinner
I’m the original, numba one, Forumwarz buildr
You the contest-killer? I’m the contest-killer KILLER

Blood-spiller, out-skiller, ain’t nobody iller
My mother****ing words be the Prize like Giller
Yeah that’s a Canuck literary reference
So when I’m on the mic, you better show some deference
I’ll ban all yo’ bumes based on preference
Except for Celerysteve, cuz we the best of friends (Log in to see images!)

But not Johnny Wack, he be hangin’ at the playground
Jerkin’ off to Laz’Town, man that sucker is jail-bound
You get raped up the bum with a broken pop bottle
For challenging my bum at Forumwarz Top Model

You got throttled, so now it’s onto Xylon
Heard you was a tranny, stretchin’ out yo’ mom’s nylons
When I drop my **** you steer clear like a pylon
Yo’ “rhymes” sucked ****, but let’s let bygones be bygones
You need a shoulder to cry on, cuz you straight-up bumhurt
All y’all ****es be more woman's genitals to me than Elisha Cuthbert

Now I’m callin’ out Trout, he a male reproductive organriding fabulous person
Get down and give Thergeant Thid twenty, you maggot
He’s freeloadin’ like Jorma, I’m the real-bum boss
I’m like the Heinz ketchup factory when it comes to Awesome Sauce™
I’ll break the site’s TOS cuz I don’t really give a toss
Forumwarz, ****: it’s the game you just lost.

*mic drop*

Evil Trout Posted:

So you’re calling me out, like a whiny little ****?
‘Pay attention to my thread’, you so desperate for clicks!
**** that. I’ll close it, I’ll close them all
Then I’ll slap yo momma, and bang her against the wall

That’s how she like it, she love tha male reproductive organ
I’ll great times up on her titties and make em all slick
Then I’ll slide down those alps with my leaky bumhole
Cover her in ****, and feelin’ all her moles
Like brown little nuggets, scratching my itch
It feels so awesome, I can’t help but twitch

Your dad, he impotent, so he really like to watch
All the meanwhile, he be strokin his crotch
See, like that **** McDonald’s, they be lovin it
Your parents can’t get enough of mah ****

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I’m not going to battle
Don’t mind little ol’ me
But shouldn’t you two fabulous persons
Be working on episode three?


The Baroness edited this message on 04/17/2009 6:18PM

Alright, I was drunk last night when I wrote those last 3-4; I still think they’re good, just a little crazy. But I’m gonna’ bring it for real now.

Yo…

Ugh…

Check it…

Underground demon, I’m scheming with feeling

No stealing, it’s the real thing, put your hands to the ceiling

I flame the fire that keeps the coals brighter

Hot like a toaster, CJ you cold turkey, I roast ya

Fail, I don’t mean to boast man, but I’m the host man

You gets blasted like Zorak And I’m Space Ghost man

Fail thinks he can rap — he’s got a distorted view

Those rhymes sound like crap — yo momma shoulda’ aborted you

It’s ok though, cuz I was almost Xylon’s daddy

‘Cept I didn’t want VD — I just paid her $5 for a handy

And it’s apparent from my view that she still dresses you

Your clothes look ridiculous — and that parts the best of you

You spit like Hanibal Lector covered in a face mask protector

You get shut down, drowned out, rejected

Cuz you ain’t hip hop, you flow like a leaky faucet going drip drop

I’m tip top, you a rip off, you’re all soft, step off before I get ****ed off

You can do anything you set your mind to, man….