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[GreatWyrmGold]

I didn't come, I'm always here.
That's how it's been for many a year.
You're the newcomer, you're the whelp;
Mess with me again, I'll hear your yelp.

And now another moron. Now
Let him know, it's same for each cow.
Beaten and crying, they'll run home,
"Wee-wee" they'll cry, as they will have done.

[Maxinum McDreich]

Respect to you, GWG!
A solid Bay12 goer is he!
I have to put you in your place sadly.
Which means, for you, this will end badly.
No legacy will save you
It's right here what you do
that will define your chance
to have the last dance.
You're getting rusty Goldie!
Your rhymes are getting mouldy!
Let me clear up what you've left so that I can get on with it, oldie!
You think your raps will have me here one second, and the next gone?
Oh what a move. To you, and all, I say, it is on!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Gold cannot rust,
Ignoramus,
And rhymes are whole or half.
And while you think
You're a great thing
Experience proves false
Your delusions.
Now, with the sums
Of knowledge I possess
About the world,
How it unfurled,
You must admit your defeat.
And for the next,
You're not the best,
Despite the best's half-rhymes.

[TCM]

Gold cannot rust,
Ignoramus,
And rhymes are whole or half.
And while you think
You're a great thing
Experience proves false
Your delusions.
Now, with the sums
Of knowledge I possess
About the world,
How it unfurled,
You must admit your defeat.
And for the next,
You're not the best,
Despite the best's half-rhymes.

Gold can't rust but it gets yanked/so quit going on child before you get spanked/
You got a flow like molasses, making the audiences gaseous/I'll end this battle by emptying out the remains of your ashes/
You try to rap, what the bloodclot*?/Go back to roleplaying or you'll end up with your chest shot/
Your knowledge is trivial, made from pulling tricks on clients*/The true playa' is here and I erupt to drop that science!*/
I'm the only real rapper, burn others like toast/If you wanna' fight me then homie, please be ghost*/
And now you're chokin' and got your crotch soakin'/Here's some advice: Stand back before you get all the bones in your body broken/
Plus I'm a crazy brother, and a lady love/the kind of G' that impregnates your kinky mother/
After this you won't be talkin', you won't be walkin'/So here's your new rap name: M.C. Stephen Hawking/

Spoiler: Terminology (click to show/hide)

What the bloodclot?: Jamaican slang for, "What the fuck?"
Tricks on Clients: Being a prostitute.
Drop that science!: To destroy another rapper by using superior knowledge and technique.
Homie, Please Be Ghost: Literally "Go die", just in a cooler way.

[GreatWyrmGold]

I'm a child? I'm Great Wyrm for a reason.
I'm so old, you calling me that's treason!
Shoot my chest and I'll flame your face, child;
Your attempts at rap have rhythm defiled!
I burn all the rest, I cannot get burned!
My title as best is one I have earned!
Science knowledge is mine, I'll drop on you!
And get near my mom, her wrath be yours, too.
Threatening dragons is stupid you schmuck
Who is so crunchy and good with ketchup.

And as for the next: You see what I've done.
How well can you rap against Number One?

[LordSlowpoke]

ptw

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

(posting to watch)

[Devling]

Great Wyrm old?
Sounds about right,
you're rhymes are as tight,
as a loose screw,
like the one in your head!
You must be dead,
daft in the head,
to think you can compete,
with me the elite.

(oh god i'm sorry for these terrible raps)

[TCM]

(Man, Freestyle Battling loses a lot of its fun when there's no proper audience behind you.)

[Imp]

Listen yew to that Devling to RAWR
Sounding off like a brake-pad needing car

Gotta tear at the one spake before
Tear him down, tear a hole in the floor

To bury like a fool as if that were cool
But that Dragon's a jewel, Devling's nothing but drool

Words they gotta shine, not like drivel that don't even rhyme
Lets go, get up, come on.  Follow with real art this time.

[GreatWyrmGold]

An imp? Little baatezu,
Who has no clue
What's here
For you.

You think you can rap when rhyme
And rhythm lack? Time
Is not
Yet thine.

It is my turn to shine, as
All can see. Crass
you may
Be, lass.

And this goes for all who wish
My competish
To be
Their dish.

[Cheesecake]

Ya talkin' bout dishes?
You gon' sleep with da fishes!
They call you GWG?
They call me the greatest MC!
You think you makin' rhymes?
My rhymes are as great as a tree.

What'cha gonna do when Cheesey's beatin' you?
And what'cha gonna do against these rhymes I spew?
You just better bow down,
cuz yo' in my town!
Ya clown!
And turn your smile upside-down and frown!

[Kashyyk]

WHO WON??? WHO'S NEXT??? YOU DECIDE!!!

Ahem. Erm. PTW.

[Maxinum McDreich]

Who have I got to break? Oh, just a little cheesecake! Well, for goodness' sake, how long will this take?
What we got here is one who bases his name on food.
Well that makes you my prey instead of a rapping dude!

I'll eat you up and spit you out, of that have no doubt! I'll show you what rapping's about, you don't even have a shout!
Your rhymes are so cheesy
that it makes my victory so easy.
Look at me, I'm just cruising
as you retreat after this bruising.

Onwards! I am king!
Let's see what the next one can bring!

[IamanElfCollaborator]

You're the king of rap?
More like a glorified sap
Your rhyme is old
Your voice is cold
Your lyrics sound like piglet piss
And that's not even a diss
That's the truth
And I'll not sooth
The pain
You gain

Move aside, the Elf is back
With skills you all lack
Nothing for you but a little schooling
In the art of refined cussing
Cause I'm the Kaiser
The rapping Emperor

The Elf's looting and sacking
Get ready
To run and get packing!