zygote
04-19-2014, 09:12 PM
If you claim you’ll win, that’s a gaffe, a blunder,
I apply pressure to your vital points like performing acupuncture,
You make me ask in wonder what else can this faggot muster?
Your best lines crash and suffer like; “H-Hi, I’m into WOW and p-p-painting War Hammer sculptures, c-c-can I have your n-number?”
You have a massive stutter. That’s the end of today’s discussion. What is your major malfunction?
Battling me? You’ll get your cranium punctured, you think I can’t win? That’s a fallacious assumption.
My style’s like crayfish or something - raw enough to give your small intestine indigestion, cause a misdirection in your cerebellum,
Since your girlfriend never gets attention, it begs the question - how exactly did you catch that strep infection?
What you offer is boring me. It’s just constant monotony.
I’ll defeat any of your possible offerings with a cross-doctrinal slaughtering,
Like if the doctrine’s economy - I possess a market monopoly on all forms of this mastery,
If the doctrine’s philosophy - I disregard your awkward hypotheses and illogical oddities.
If the doctrine’s psychology - I’m a cognitive war machine, you get a course filled with thorazine for trying to spar with me consciously.
If the doctrine is policy - my style reigns supreme with a sovereign authority and lawful autonomy.
You claim you’re the greatest? Retract that statement and issue a formal apology,
My style is masterful artistry, your styles a comical novelty.
If you happen to beat me? Call it an anomaly.
You should obviously not proceed.
Because my lines are elite and defy all belief, don’t even try to compete with these rhyming techniques.
The Tyrant of Greece. Highlander chief. Refuting your biased beliefs with the slightest critique.
You’re consigned to defeat.
Dominant style, defeating me is like crawling for miles as your arms decompile -
An impossible trial, I’ll have you coughing up bile in the pharmacy aisle.
All of the while onlookers look on in dismay at the forceful display,
Stick a sword in your brain as your organs decay.
Call it a day. If you like I could explain in the new sort of way,
Like…Rhyme rhyme rhyme rhyme. I’m a rhyme rhyme that rhymes with the rhyme. In paragraph format. My rhyme rhyme is rhyme rhyme. Random word - Doormat. Rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme. I’m a something something pop culture reference. I could something your something with at least three rhymes in every possible sentence. Tumultuous. Preference. Sculpturing crevice, I could rupture a tennis with this blunder checked vengeance. Love for my breakfast. I’m a something something whatever. rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme, blah blah. Forever. Refer to myself. Third person. OK? Impressive display. rhyme rhyme rhyme. nonsensical phrase. I do something something. I am something something. I begin each sentence with I. I just somethinged a something - it doesn’t matter it rhymed. I could something another thing, this doesn’t make sense. rubber bake, summer lake, drummer fake, shutter brake, zucker vate, dense, immense, offense, fence, intense, dispense. I did something absurd because I’m absurd. I’m the rhyming word that could rhyming word your rhyming word. Emphatic. Punctuation. I could punctuate a punctured ape. More emphatic. Punctuation. Fullstops are better than commas. A long complicated multiple rhyme. Irrelevant. Sauna. Switch to the other multiple rhyme. The set up was nice. The follow up was an unrelated line with another long complicated multiple rhyme.
You’ll come to understand it in time. Until then don’t mention me and hypocrite in the same context together,
Or I’ll bombard your center until you drop from the pressure.
I apply pressure to your vital points like performing acupuncture,
You make me ask in wonder what else can this faggot muster?
Your best lines crash and suffer like; “H-Hi, I’m into WOW and p-p-painting War Hammer sculptures, c-c-can I have your n-number?”
You have a massive stutter. That’s the end of today’s discussion. What is your major malfunction?
Battling me? You’ll get your cranium punctured, you think I can’t win? That’s a fallacious assumption.
My style’s like crayfish or something - raw enough to give your small intestine indigestion, cause a misdirection in your cerebellum,
Since your girlfriend never gets attention, it begs the question - how exactly did you catch that strep infection?
What you offer is boring me. It’s just constant monotony.
I’ll defeat any of your possible offerings with a cross-doctrinal slaughtering,
Like if the doctrine’s economy - I possess a market monopoly on all forms of this mastery,
If the doctrine’s philosophy - I disregard your awkward hypotheses and illogical oddities.
If the doctrine’s psychology - I’m a cognitive war machine, you get a course filled with thorazine for trying to spar with me consciously.
If the doctrine is policy - my style reigns supreme with a sovereign authority and lawful autonomy.
You claim you’re the greatest? Retract that statement and issue a formal apology,
My style is masterful artistry, your styles a comical novelty.
If you happen to beat me? Call it an anomaly.
You should obviously not proceed.
Because my lines are elite and defy all belief, don’t even try to compete with these rhyming techniques.
The Tyrant of Greece. Highlander chief. Refuting your biased beliefs with the slightest critique.
You’re consigned to defeat.
Dominant style, defeating me is like crawling for miles as your arms decompile -
An impossible trial, I’ll have you coughing up bile in the pharmacy aisle.
All of the while onlookers look on in dismay at the forceful display,
Stick a sword in your brain as your organs decay.
Call it a day. If you like I could explain in the new sort of way,
Like…Rhyme rhyme rhyme rhyme. I’m a rhyme rhyme that rhymes with the rhyme. In paragraph format. My rhyme rhyme is rhyme rhyme. Random word - Doormat. Rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme. I’m a something something pop culture reference. I could something your something with at least three rhymes in every possible sentence. Tumultuous. Preference. Sculpturing crevice, I could rupture a tennis with this blunder checked vengeance. Love for my breakfast. I’m a something something whatever. rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme, blah blah. Forever. Refer to myself. Third person. OK? Impressive display. rhyme rhyme rhyme. nonsensical phrase. I do something something. I am something something. I begin each sentence with I. I just somethinged a something - it doesn’t matter it rhymed. I could something another thing, this doesn’t make sense. rubber bake, summer lake, drummer fake, shutter brake, zucker vate, dense, immense, offense, fence, intense, dispense. I did something absurd because I’m absurd. I’m the rhyming word that could rhyming word your rhyming word. Emphatic. Punctuation. I could punctuate a punctured ape. More emphatic. Punctuation. Fullstops are better than commas. A long complicated multiple rhyme. Irrelevant. Sauna. Switch to the other multiple rhyme. The set up was nice. The follow up was an unrelated line with another long complicated multiple rhyme.
You’ll come to understand it in time. Until then don’t mention me and hypocrite in the same context together,
Or I’ll bombard your center until you drop from the pressure.