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View Full Version : Week 2: Vividly Vague vs. Flo Real (VIVIDLY VAGUE WINS BY NO-SHOW)


asylum
03-08-2016, 01:41 AM
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Season 6

Verses are due SATURDAY 3/12
Midnight Western / 3 AM Eastern / 8 AM UK.

Voting ends MONDAY 3/14
Midnight Western / 3 AM Eastern / 8 AM UK.

32 LINE MINIMUM

Verses may not exceed 48 lines

Voting on four battles is required. If you win and don't vote the requirement you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote the requirement, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your four votes in the voting thread.

Topic: A Fool For You

Good luck to both participants. Flo Real (0-0) @Vividly Vague (0-1)

e11even
03-08-2016, 09:07 PM
Flo Real sup tho?

e11even
03-10-2016, 03:07 AM
Dear Shanell,


There are so many songs written for your type, but none explicit enough.
Age 16. Barely smart enough to be giving a fuck, I let you giddy me up.
I was a virgin in the mind, but a man in my gut. I know this damsel's the one.
I will marry you. You are the center of my universe like earth has the sun.
Thought you to have my son. A nubian beauty with a passion that reverberates.
I never took time to rehearse to say all the things I didn't have nerve to. But hey,
You loved me for me anyway, right? Hand in hand we'd escape every night...
To a world of wonder and ecstasy, lips locked and me holding you tight.
Your firey hair glints in the dulling lamp lights. Gorgeous, I can't lie.
But something was in your mind that had your hands tied. Your words were land mines.
And I walked right over. Teary-eyed, thinking your heart iced over.
If I was drinking then I would, just to crash and not die sober.
How can you tell me we're done? What brought this on?
I went from love ballads to sad love songs. Your mom and my dad was gone.
Your dad and my mom was wrong. We were meant to be.
14 years later, I still remember how it felt for my heart to skip a beat.
I saw you out doing your thing and it hurt. I wanted to be there.
But all I'm left with is bad decisions I made as a result of not wanting to be here.
I married repeatedly, unsuccessfully. Had kids that will never know the best of me.
Distracted myself with pussy and dreams, but let's face it- you were the only vision I was set to see.
I tried this rap shit. We were both artistic, but you curved a brush with flair I lacked.
Funny, because you managed to curve the only thing that ever loved you back.
I'm not angry we're over. I'm angry that I still don't know why.
I was there for you when your dad tried to rape you. I held you as you cried.
So when I finally found you at the photo expo, I had to approach.
Thoughts swirling, whirling, whirring. I was stalking you like a passionate ghost.
The words jumbled out all over in laxative quotes in an accent I know.
It was you in my mind, telling me not to join the military when I was packing to go.
Crazy thing is, you pushing me away was why I left. You were unhealthy for me.
So when I saw you again, a sexy lesbian queen, the depression increased.
Why is she always inaccessible? Is this a sign? I thought as I frowned,
Knowing the only thing coming between our reunion was a chloroform towel.
...
If I could reverse time and do things different, I would have dumped you first.
Bitches ain't shit. I would be promiscuous. I never would have come to church.
Then, at least I wouldn't give my heart a second to burn.
You taught me resentment was a lesson to learn, and a blessing in turn...
Because even as I tear up writing this suicide note, I know you'll be with me...
... as the body hanging in your den watching me gargle this loaded DE .50.
Maybe the next life is something you'd be in the mood to do.
It's terrible how you turned the pauper into the jester, a fool for you.


-Love,

Eric