Ultimate Paradise

Rap battle?

Oh sheeeeeeet!

Walkin' down da street
Some punk spit on my shoes,
I told him he be trippin,
Goin' gainst me he'll lose.

Our fight broke out next to Kinkos,
knocked his ass down and won,
But the fuzz saw me the victor
and they pulled out their guns.

Shot me the face five times
blam blam blam blam blam,
Bitches, they just jealous,
cause they know who I am.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4NRnyFtFAQ

*shadow extends before you* *appears from the ground with an oily entrance* *shape reforms as eyes glow from under hood*

Don't hold back.

*sitting on throne in arena, presiding over rap battle, slave girls at my feet and tied to posts*

FIGHT.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9uR3YLK0kA#t=2m45s

ESH Wins.

Flawless Victory.

Where's ESH? Oh god he's nearby but I cannot see him

Spring.... I'm always here....

*points to Springs chest*

....

There's a tracking device placed here.... I will always find you if you need me....

So stalking then.

It's not stalking if I'm not actually there.... I just know where he is all the time is all....

*profile confusion*

hmm?

I'm Tiger.... He's Bunny....

I know I kinda look like Bunny but you won't really know that when you see the profiles....

It's Barnaby, not Bunny.

So...

>_>

<_<

So... did I win?

Barnaby ja nai. Bunny da!

FINISH HIM

*dims the lights*

*fatality music begins*

*punches ESH in the testicles*

Put that on your barbie!
...
SHRIMP!!

YO BIZZLE GIMME A BEAT

Fatality.

<_<

>_>

*Tucks the Rapper of the Decade trophy into his hoodie pouch and heads for the exit*

*Shots Gaffit*

This ain' a free-for-all, negro.

Didn't you hear me back there dawg?
To me, a shot in the face is tap.
If your brain's gotta single cog,
You'll hail me as the King of Rap.

Yo yo man, this ain't funny
Bustin in here and actin' like a monkey
This here thing is a private thing yo
For me and MM to bust out the sweet flow
'Til yo hunchbacked ass climbed in the window
Swinging around on your couplet ropes
Droppin' words, dropping beats like buttered soap (Don't bend over)

And so I say

Get back to yo towah
And ring yo bells
Ring 'em loud and ring em hard
'Till both Heaven and Hell
Open up sky and ground
And give you truth like jewels
You ain't the King of Rap
Just the King of Damn Fools

So the cat's got claws.
You'd best check your flaws,
I hope there be a boy who'd sound an alarm,
When I take your ass to the farm. Dawg.
You think you have some kinda magical maws,
Well you'd best shut 'em tight, cause I'm breaking jaws.

Your raps are so lazy,
your room must be hazy,
From all the dope you been smoking,
To think I be joking,
When I crown myself the King,
Cause bitches stampede just to hear me sing.
Now excuse me cause all this rappin'
Is interrupting my ass tappin'.

The shadow is approaching, MM would like to battle
The poison sits deep in the fangs, can you hear the rattle?
Of a cold and distant enigma, showing no remorse
To the harsh and cruel inhabitants, watching the world take its course.
A phantom of the microphone, fear the acid spit
As he spits on the beat with penmanship so legit
Watching the two clowns juggle flow like some blueberry pies
The ghost of mic's past comes to visit with vengeful eyes
Set on the title, which seems so close it's far away
The clowns' skulls will get cracked, not talking Robert Brockway.
Robert Brockway? Yeah, he said the exact same thing.
Connecting rhyme after rhyme with no lag like some **** network ping

The two clowns cry after witnessing the apparition
Shedding those tears is of your very own volition
The phantom offers them a very fluid proposition
Suicide or murder, an inevitability or a decision?
A legendary ultimatum, this phantom is no superstition
But for the clowns, this is one incredibly **** up position

An end so swift, it's something they'll never feel
The world keeps moving as if it was never real
Words, swift and deadly as a puma.
The phantom returns to his graveyard, glowing numbers on the back of tombs like Akuma.
The ghost, with two graves to fill
He rubs his chin as to debate who's next to kill
Could've avoided their fate..
If they never bothered to challenge the phantom, whose hunger no one can sate

Shit is getting fucking real up in this bitch.

*backs the fuck up*

Oh man these rhymes....

We got this three way battle between Salty, Gaf and my Master-chan....
This is a competition to find out who's the real man....
But in all honesty I really couldn't give a fucking damn....
How about we up the stakes and the loser gets hit with a ban?
Don't think I can do it? Well guess what? I can....
While you do this I'll be outside getting a tan....
Fuck I'm so hot get me a Dyson bladeless fan....
Peace and love from your fabulous ESH-san....

Shit I feel much lame than I usually do.... What's up with that?

Hahaha. Holy ****, I'm out dawg.

There are no words.

Me and friends like to make up the most stupid raps all the time....
The the aim is to come up with the most lame and repetitive rhyme....
It's kinda a stupid thing but it works for us just fine....
Some of the stuff we do is so shit it should be a crime....
But it's so bad that in the end it turns out sublime....
But seriously this is so lame that I'm.... Gonna stop now.... It's gone more sour that a lime....

I'm a pedo.
Stacking the 8th graders on my Hong Kong like legos.

That was an unexpected confession.... While the timing was surprising the topic of it was not....

At first maybe I though it was some sort of rap but no.... Master-chan just wanted to let us know more about himself....

But seriously.... That was pretty random.....

Today confirmed it. Unfortunate or not.

Elaborate.

Please don't.

(http://i1019.photobucket.com/albums/af319/Redx500/mumi.jpg)

Please explain before i rip yo' head off like a magic trick from Blain.
But theres no magic, son, your sudden death will be tragic, UH!...

Yeah. WOrd homie.