5animals.

Either you're late, or early, Redman. no one's posted a verse yet.

Pred151- Why was the word winner in quotes?! ...........jerk.

Oh hell, don't get too sensitive on me. Didn't "mean" anything.

Just a quick one, I'll have more time for the 2nd round:

Let's go, round one, let the games begin
I'm back on the mic, ready to reclaim my fame again
I blaze mics, my flow is as deadly as snake bites,
I look down on you from great heights & all of my weapons be aimed right
To put it simply, my metaphors are better than yours
I don't only drop verses, I drop jaws to the floor
If you thought you was hot, yeah well you're not no more,
you got no fans, no plans and you got no tour
So watch as I torpedo warp, murder you, and leave the corpse,
The only thing faster than the speed of light is the speed of Scorp
my verses get recited as inspirational speeches
My lyrical thesis cements my position as a tactical genius
Don't diss me with intent, it's an act you'll definitely resent,
When my fists clenched you know there's gonna be bullets dispensed
My metaphors and lyrics reverse the laws of physics
If you see a sick verse spitted, chances are Scorp already did it
Let me switch the topic and let you know that your name is a glitch,
The only fuckin' animal you could be is a pussy or a bitch
So which one is it? It doesnt matter at the end of the day,
Everyone know you ain't ferocious, this match won't be close anyway
Your style is not one that I admire, that's another verbal shot fired
I'm uppercuttin' your chin and sending your fuckin' snot skyward
Everyone gets it - you think you're so tough and you brag
But you're bluffing you fag, careful cause I'ma start bustin' this mag
You ain't the king of rap, bitch you're more like the joker
your style is mediocre, I ain't jokin, I'll lyrically smoke ya
Here's some criticism that you can choose to take in your stride -
Takin' me on is the worst choice you ever made in your life
I feel like I'm runnin' this tournament backwards, in reverse,
I can't understand why my opponents keep on gettin' worse,
I'm only tellin' the truth when I say your rhymes are weak shit
I had a harder time against Ermac36 and he didn't even spit
After I'm done with you forget a rap career cause that shits so far gone,
that the only recognition you'll get is from the side of the milk carton
Cause your ass is gonna be missin' after I'm done with the dissin',
I'll lock you up in a cabinet and keep you hidden in the kitchen
I'm about to school you and show you what fuckin' misery is
Your rhymes are so boring they remind me of a history quiz
But nevermind that, your shit's fake enough to merit you as a actor
I don't buy it so I'ma tackle you and give you spinal fractures
There you go, a verse as smart as a thumb-tack, bitch
Let's see what this stupid motherfucker's wack comeback is

Time to redirect the frame
Tell Scorsese his star's gone lame
I never new a rap career could end so fast
From champ to chump in less than a year, your hype just couldn't last

Neo was right you can't go a round with out talking bout a beast
But you aint seen wild yet untill you fucked with me

You ain't shootin nothin cept your mouth little man
We all know Bobby's only carry sticks and you aint got the plan
The truth will split ya hard like you datin dutch
and truth is you emo and not a damn bit butch

You spit rap 101 not a damn thing more
You learn from professors while I learn that shit at the core
You think that your a lyrical genius but you sound more like a dollar store novelist
Writing romance novels for your crew to jack off with
Your style's about as discrete as Paris Hilton
Your lie behind your bars and still don't manage to bring it on

You coming at me is like a reverse British invasion
Like England's pissed at me for knockin boots with half their chicks on my last European vacation
Like they ran out of rockers so they sent their weakest spitta
You'll be leavin here in a coffin son, It don't matter what style you bring up

You're flows like lesbos on the side street, man hatin
Having lots of fun and making noise but there aint no penetration
I know you aint half a man cause you post no profile
To afraid I'll call out your weakness and see through your chav style

That's cool though I don't blame ya, I'd hide from me too
Gettin in the ring with me is like tauntin them lions at the zoo
All fun and games when you hiding outside with the bitches
Step inside and it's over before you can shit your britches

I'll split your crooked grill with a fence post and go doggin with ya girl
At least I would if her name wasn't Earl

Then again I bet even trannies aint into your stiff ass flow
You're style is straight like Rupaul lubing up a Tom Cruise shaped dildo
You already been publicaly exposed by the Pred man so don't come dime'n on me
Just cause you failed at your sad little champ fantasy

I'm tired of this elementary school bullshit Watson
Your flow is slow....ugly....and easily forgotten
I know you aint no Sherlock guvna cause your theory is bunk
Seing your career is like watching Titanic, we already knew that shit sunk

I don't even need a comeback
I just redirect the track and leave your ass in a sack
I'll win by default cause you aint even near
It's just Parody vs The Five now, he's young but at least his shit is sincere

Fa real man that sock puppet's fittin your hype
You sound like you got five fingers up ya ass right now the way you crying about my type

You think your style is sporty and nice?
Shit you sound more like Sporty Spice
If you wannabe be my killa ya gotta get wit some friends
Cause I know you aint got the teabags to get near my clans

Yeah I said it bring your whole limp wristed crew
I've got a Desert Eagle for your bitches and a Ka-Bar for 748 too
I don't even need to write fiction you done enough for us both dude
The only murder you even seen was on the tele and Game Cube

Talking bout teleporting like you got some kinda superpower
Shit ya gonna need em when I get done defacing ya flower
I'll pop your cherry right here and leave ya bleedin
Don't even need a licence to kill it dude, I've got enough reason

Come down to D-town some time son I'll show you how we hurt em
Leave your tea drinkin ass crying for home after you see what goes on at M.L.K. son
Aint they told you, we don't fuck around down here little Suzie
You be lucky if some of these mugs only carry one Uzzi

You think I'm a fake why's that, cause I look more like a biker than a thug made
Guess what the brothers round here don't give a fuck about your tone they leave ya dead if your soft ¿comprende?
They kill em all and let god sort em out
That shits fa real and ya'll learn by the end of this bout

I've seen tricks and pimps, I've seen hoods and skanks
But I aint never seen the likes of you killin no yanks
Yeah I went there again, cause, fa real, you aint rappin about nuthin
Might as well point out the obvious while you just huffin and puffin

A real man don't say shit about his own metaphore
He just mans up lifts the verse and lets the win run its course
The only reason to do that shit is if you pull a Jimmy Hoffa and come up missing
You already proved you can hide, now learn to run cause you're spitting nuthing

One more thought before I nut on your face and get up out this place
Don't call out the tiger in the jungle less you ready to rumble
You'll just end up as the next meal for a killa who kills for real
Your style is Larry Flint and your flow might as well be named Dikembe Mutombo
Don't get the reference that's your bad lil bitch
I spit truth for the ages not irrelevence for you little girl
You need to go on Ebay and buy a verse my wiki-gangsta
Cause like Jack Bauer you've only got 24 hours to save your damn world

Just kidding, Pred, I don't care. Scorp better have a kickass verse.

My brain is a hefty deposit of nightmares and early coffins
By keepin' my energy constant I can nearly blank out my conscience
And say whatever the fuck I want to, and mean it when I spit it,
I talk about what I know, so if I said somethin' I already did it,
When I was tryin' to read your shit, you know how long it took?
This should be a rap battle not a motherfuckin' Shakespeare book
Your shit bores me, no matter how hard I want to try,
I can't finish readin your verse, and it's no wonder why
Your only agenda in your rhymes appears to be the quantity,
I go for quality, I'm not lazy with my rhymes like this fucking 'Wannabe'
There's a quote for you so you still think that I'm Sporty Spice,
Keep up the pansy-ass references and you'll pay the price,
Even you know your rhymes ain't hot enough to be meltin',
How can you be sick when you rhyme about Tom Cruise and Paris Hilton?
I'm like Mike Tyson in Punch-out, you're more like Gabby Jay
Cause your punches are weak as fuck, and half of them are gay,
Poppin my cherry? That ain't something a straight dude would say
You've embarrassed yourself, don't me fuckin' laugh you away,
Go look that phrase up, it don't mean what you thought it did son,
so you're either sick in the head, or you're as gay as Elton John
The latter wouldn't surprise me, I realise that you admire me,
But turn your attention elsewhere, I despise that fag shit entirely,
But enough about that, I don't like to rhyme and blaze on that gay shit,
I got sicker phrases that I can amaze the all babes with
My rhymes are consistently dope, I never drop a bad one,
I spit flames like my username should have been 'Dragon'
My thunderous beef will drop you in a wonderous heap
If he ever wakes up it'll be a wonder if he breathes
I can be calm as a breeze or destroy shit like a whirlwind,
If you come near me, I'll make sure that your world ends
Insignificant lyrical misfits get dissed quick
And dismissed as another bitch who though he was sick shit
If you did think you were sick, you better get your facts right -
you're losing a rap battle on a Mortal Kombat fansite
I'm better than y'all cause you know my skill calibre's feared,
Ain't no one even near good enough to seriously challenge me here,
My reputation follows me around cause I come with the sickest buzz
After you battle me, you'll get ripped up like ticket stubs
If you want proof go ask my last victim how much it hurt,
You'll find him buried six feet under the surface of the Earth
Even I'm worried at the force of the rhymes I bring,
Since they were strong enough to rid the other Scorp of his sting
I'm like you, I don't commit murder unless I'm given a reason,
I was born as a Christian but was primarily raised by a demon,
So don't think that you'll be breathin' after I'm done and I'm leavin'
If you think I'm jokin then you best start believin'
I'm always 2 steps ahead of you, leavin' you playing catch-up
Even John Lennon couldn't 'Imagine' you winnin' this match-up.

I hope that was sick enough for you Parody ;)

See I gave you a chance earlier to express yourself with the wicked ferver
But you failed to address with reason and now you lookin like a buster

Your uptight English flow leaves em passed out in the isle
You couldn't touch a real rapper without your internet style
Failed to have the mug in the real so you do it online
You still playin Bin Laden I see well I guess I would too if I was lyin

If you would have listened a little faster you could have followed my verse
Instead you just try to hype and failed to answer with anything that wasn't a rehearse

I guess I need to speak a little slow for you to follow my shit
You said it yourself you couldn't even follow my wit
Not my fault that you got the a.d.d.
Its fully evident in the ugly verse you throwin at me

Youse a decider not a leader and you think you winning
But you obviously aint reading that fodder you spittin
You talkin about how much it hurts loosing on mko
Well damn homy I guess a has-been like you oughta know

I wouldn't even be facing you this round if that wasn't the way it turned out
You got a flawed record and I'm still undefeated now

You talk 187 but you sound like 311
And my references don't need to be hard when I'm facing Eddie Izzards son
My murder card's been checked, they let me through the door
I'm more legit than ten a you limeys trying to get on the floor

See I'm living life in the Motor City and you likely from London
I'm sure you think you legit cause you got those crooked teeth bitches jumpin
Guess what homy there aint no scene in England
The only game you got comes with a console and instructions
You rap all day bout shit you've seen on Nintendo
If I'm Gabby Jay that must make you Glass Joe

Actualy Your right you are Mike Tyson....biting and trying to get my ear
But you got knocked out like Busta Douglas after being champ for less than a year
Noones feeling your Nutty Professor routine son
Your ice is dry and your shit is as new as Johnny Carson

And I don't need to look up words cause I know what I spit
I'll break down the metaphore since you to damn slow
See I'm the man and you my lil bitch
Get it? or do you need a map to make it past go

Lets take a trip down memory lane
You said your last victim was beaten and slain
Well Neo didn't die he was bored into slumber
You made that battle look like Shaq and the FuSchnickens, pure ametuer

See my rhymes are incomparably, fundamentaly, funkadelic and hard to contain
Yours are uptight, impersonal and without an ounce of soul brother brain
Yous a thinker for sure but you think like a chemist
My shit will embalance your equation and leave you looking like agent smith

Admire you, don't make me fuckin laugh
you're ruining this rap game son
Go ahead and admire the back of my hand
Cause that all you gonna see when I'm done

Everyone here knows what they have seen
By the end of this verse they'll be screamin god save that queen
Cause scorp748 came here dressed in drag
He slings his verses like anglo-saxons and flows like a playgirl mag

I'm still trying to figure out whats wrong with this fool
Most likely a hobo took a piss in his gene pool
You shoulda saved your breath dude so you could inflate your girl tonight
At least then you'd get some love after losing this fight

I've never seen anyone make this rap shit lose so much face
So white and predicatable like a Nascar race
I'll do the world a favor and knock you out of the game
Cause you in the finals would mean the end of this threads fame

I'm the truth and you just a google answer
The only tits you ever saw were on a topless dancer
The only green you gettin is at tea time
The only win you gonna see is mine

VOTING PERIOD BEGINS WITH THIS POST


48hrs from now I will tally the votes and declare the Victor.

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I gotta run to the store, I'll vote//analyze this match in a sec.

I really loved Scorp, he just seemed to have the better flow, better content overall, more creativity, and more complex. 5animals still came out swinging though, but I think Scorp is the one who scored the TKO. So Scorp gets my vote.

I'm not gonna vote this match. I don't want people to think I'm choosing my competitor.

Then what of me?

Vote for the person you felt was best.

I'm still gonna vote for the best person no matter what. Don't get all nervous now. lol

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I'm gonna go with 5A again. I'm over being surprised about him and he still has the great content. Still really focused in what he's saying, and it easy to read//follow.

What I was really looking for from Scorp was an absolute stop to all the comments about him using an Animal in every rap. I know I can't "anticipate his flow, nor was I trying to, but this was the time I kinda expected him to let 5 have it about that and he didn't really do it. This shoulda been like the Zoo let all the animals loose. Haha. Don't feel like that's a fault however, because I had more fun reading yours than his.

It was almost like a Party emcee vs a Poet. But not so much.
I read each vs a couple times before I vote too, just fyi for those who don't know. Make sure I'm voting for the "right" emcee....these last few battles have been waaay to close to just...vote. aheh

Where was the track this time? I love hearing people's flavor of hip hop. Y'know, like what you vibe to, or just whatever it is you just like to write to.

Lets see...After reading both raps i noticed that Scorp had more a flow than 5animals. His first one was good,But his 2nd completely took it to another level.

Nice job.

So my vote goes to...

Scorp748

Okay, I'll vote for 5animals. He had better flow and was easier to read, like what Pred stated. Scorp, your last verse was pretty good, but I had a hard time interpereting what kind of beat you were spitting to.

2&2 let's go!

Seeing as the votes are drawn and time is up, can we have a 3rd round or something? I think thats the most entertaining answer and it gives us both another chance to drop and make sure there's a definite winner.

I'll vote for that
I was thinking if we do go into overtime I am going to flow to the beat of Redman/DJ Kool's "Let's get dirty" (I can't get in da club). It is off the album Malpractice. Let me know if you have that one pred, I'd like to have it posted.

Shit yea man. Sorry about that lateness right there, I was really tryig to catch thin one right on the dot but I missed it anyway...heh...

So yea, We need a....


Tie Breaker!!!

Whoever dominates the odd number vote wins...remember fellaz?

This is how it will work: Each emcee will post up one verse, the first odd number of votes in favor of one or the other emcee will win.

I'm gonna allow 24hrs for this whole process so that, if one emcee does not post up a verse in that time, he will forfeit the battle. I need a clear winner here...so we can move on. And this will also force the vote to one side. That means, if there's only one vote or one verse 3-5-7 ect.. one of you will advance.

If it's a 1&1 type situation where, there's 2 votes, one for each....the first vote has dominace. 2-4-6-8 and so on.

Tommorow approx. 3:30pm(cst) We'll move on

Lets GO!!

OK, my verse is done, I'm just gonna upload the beat I used for it and then post it all up in one mega-happy-jumbo post.

The beat I used for this verse is All For U by Aceyalone:
Aceyalone - All For U
Enjoy.
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This is the last straw, I’ve finally run outta patience
I'ma knock you out and leave you face down on the pavement
Thanks for the comments Pred but I really don't need any tips,
Fuck lettin' the 'zoo' loose, I'm about to go 'safari' on this bitch,
If you got a worst nightmare, I can make it happen
Blades and hatchets, crazy motherfuckers waving axes
This is the raving madness of a blatant crazed assassin
Whose razor slashes leave other rappers with fatal gashes
I'll go ahead and play with matches and burn this place to ashes,
Chill out and watch the flames set off a chain reaction
Fuck evasive action, you'll find there's no escapin' this bastard
Flames blazin' up your nasal passage until your face has blackened
My brain's so insane its packing the kind of thoughts you might find,
In a deranged lunatic's head but multiply that shit five times,
I'm basically a sick motherfucker with a case of a fried mind,
A wise guy with the illest lyrics to ever bless your hi-fi
There's nothin' better than leavin' fake spitters with their face ripped
The buzz gets me higher than smokin' a laced spliff on a space ship
Seeing as you a 'animal' I'll sacrifice your heart and eat it
there you go, a gift for the lord and another wack MC depleted
Don't try and deny that my rhymes are sick, they'll take ya breath,
If you look into the face of Scorp, you'll see a face of death,
Try to mess with me lyrically and bitch, I'll break ya neck,
Go crazy with a razor and leave your whole face a mess,
The threats I deliver in my verse are too real to ignore it
I'll have you disappearin' faster than Neo in the round before this
Come on man wake up, it ain't exactly hard to see,
Pred and Parody only voted you cause they scared of me
Sadly for them, there were a few dudes who voted for the dopest
And not 5ani, the dude with rhymes as old as the pope is
But fuck it man, that's shits history now, its finished,
So I'ma get back on track and fuckin' finish my business
Spittin tighter than the grip of a reticular python
Grabbin' mics strong and rippin' anyone I can force my lines on
You even have the advantage of spittin' second in line
It doesn't matter cause this battle crown is definitely mine
Scorp Seven Four Eight is lyrically a maniacal force
You don't have any idea how many slaughters I'm reliable for
I'm sick of your rhymes, your style is too tired and bored
Stop lying you whore, what the fuck you even tryin' me for?
I'm the sickest to drop, my shit is too complex for your mind
Rhymes so twisted, they're snapping your neck and flexing your spine
You're too dumb now, but maybe you'll learn your lesson in time
Don't fuck with Scorp when he's spittin' in his lyrical prime
So who's next in line to be the subject of my rhymes?
It doesn't matter cause that number 1 spot is undeniably mine.

I'm gonna use that beat cause it is perfect for what I am thinking, and I'm thinking fast
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You on safari like europeans in the jungle Sc
I'm your spirit guide cheetah moving with ethereal grace and ultra sonic speeds
Stay in your Landrover little man for ya find out what the Tiger does to those that fuck with his territories

Ima gnaw on your jugular like a big cat does its prey
Your lyrics aint quite got killing power
So cling to your tranq gun and drive away

I already told it before I'm five times the man that you could ever be
I'm only one part animal, the rest is obviously to hard for ya to read
I'm break your candy coated ass with lyrical flow that supercedes

Sacrifice this heart, shit little man I already ate my own
I cut it out after year one of living in the decadent repose of violent crime zones
There aint no room for emotion in a life like mine
Ice cold calculated survival is the only design

Muther fucka aint they told you popo's don't come round here no more
This rap shit started cause streets like these be so hard
You too far removed from the eternal truth of a real lifes choires
Hey at least you pose nice, like an underware model with a hacked rap card

When I'm bouncing down at the Temple Club I turn them shits out every day
You the type getting tossed on ya ass cause we aint excepting cage dancers today
What's that? Don't know bout what I'm spittin
Let me give it to you in plain speak, cause I know you gone be trippin

This aint no D.L. club, it's a G spot lined out the door with street soldier of the real kind
We don't let anybody in here without a reference or at least two ladies of the model design

The kinda lyrics you spit belongs on the B.B.C.
Sure aint like nothing I've seen on B.E.T.
This shit's startin to look like an epic Kung fu flick and I'm the only Asian
I'm styling on you like Sonny Chiba, if your ass was from the Apalachiens

I don't do nightmares cause I don't even need to sleep
I mastered the ancient art of the restless mind
That way I don't give cowards like you the chance to creep

I've got plenty of mind to fill but I don't want your trailerpark talk bout snakes and razors eatin it up
Maybe you oughta move on to someone who's scared of the D Ali G flow you bittin lil pup

You the only one talking about your own hype
You so hot in your own mind that you must be the asexual type

I don't blame ya for crying bout the votes either
I'm not happy bout tying a scrub like you,
Even with my worst verse ever

But the way you refuttin votes
I can tell you know you about to get tossed
Typical crybaby shit, already looking for reasons why you lost

I woulda gone first If knew you was gonna have a nervous break down
Just to give you once less crutch to lean on when they hand me that crown

I can see you don't listen to your betters and that explains why your style is so whack
Your ass couldn't tell the difference between Ice Tea and Ice Cube
If you could even remember that far back

Let me splain' you somethin Lucy
Come round here and your ass will get filled with four/fours
And splinters from a loeyvile slugga ya fuckin Steve Irwin wanabe

I'm not distracted with club life right now so I got time to rearange your face properly
My verse is like an unchecked coporate monopoly
All I have to do is roll the lyrical dice and leave your ass without a property

Don worry brah I leave ya Baltic ave. cause I know you need someplace to hide
But that shit is a lease so ya pay up
I'll evict your ass cause round here we aint never letin that chedda slide

It's Like I'm your landlord and you just a broke crackwhore
Better start sucking cause we know you can't buy them votes with your flow
Like I'm the Guvenator and you just a machine spitting empty verses galore
Do me a favor and terminate yourself real quick cause I got ladies to please before the next show

You probably a broke motha fucker living in his parents basement
Talking bout cadavers while living in the weakest of countries
I'm sure That shit leaves the English teens in amazement
But we could give a left nut about you're killer fantasies

You pissed cause your nova's went super and I'm about to steal your shine
Only muther fucker to even make a challenge in my absence was D.E. for me and mine
Proof that my respect is undisputable and yours is like a mirage of the typical kind
Yo seing it, but like you said, you just outside your got-damn mind!!!

You're heat may be white but mine is red hot
And though you think you burning brighter, you burning out and I'm still igniting the spot
Everbody's crowding to get in my shoes
But attendence dropped when you got here dude

But see it's o.k. cuase your fall will be my ascention
I'm elevating out from the ashes of a tragic burn victim named S.C.
Yeah like the ancient Phoenix and I'm gaining my recognition
It's the way of natural selection for you bitch, and Hakuna Matata for me

If yall aint noticed go back and look
Cause my acusations went undisputed all he did was talk about his hype
And throw some shit he found in a Tom Clancy book

This kids delusional, thinks he's putting us all on crutches
Bitch this is a rap battle not an album track!!!
You was supposed to counter and throw some punches

TIE BREAKER VOTING PERIOD BEGINS WITH THIS POST


24hrs from now I will tally the votes and declare the Victor.

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reading now.. That beat is dope, btw...

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Who woke up the beast?!? Lol ...Scorp748 hands down in the Tie Breaker...

I could almost spit each verse to the beat myself...Scorp- just hit harder. Wow.

Good match overall, I love it when it's crunch-time.

Oh, crap, I hope I don't mess up the tie breaker. We need more voters. Anyway, I vote 5animals. Sorry, Scorp, your rhyming beat his, but he had harder hits. Good match, though.

Voting period is over...


I'm only surprised to have so little votes in this tie breaker. But then again, this is what happens everytime during the end of the bracket battle threads isn't it Scorp?...

Anyway, Scorp748 takes the tie-breaker by dominate vote #1.

Sbdjuggalos:

}Winner: Sbdjuggalos
Xtactics:
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KARATE:

}Winner: NeoScorpion
NeoScorpion:
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Ermac36:

}Winner: 5animals
5animals:
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Ermac36:

}Winner: Scorp748
Scorp748:
______________Semi-Finals____________________
NeoScorpion:

}Winner: Scorp748
Scorp748:
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Sbdjuggalos:

}Winner: 5animals
5animals :

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Scorp748:

}Winner: Scorp748
5animals :

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Battle 6 Bracket 2:

Next up will be...

Parody
Vs
Scorp748


There is no proposition for this match...as of yet.

This match will only determine 2nd and 3rd place in the brackets and it will be short. Yep, you heard it, this will be another "to the death" match like the TieBreaker we just had. I don't wanna waist a bunch a time on this match because it's not so significant besides the amount of dps you'll get. So the rules for the TieBreaker apply here too. 1 Verse better get the votes people. Aight?

I debated having this match after the match with Me, but it just didn't make sense in my mind...So if you two disagree, and would like to have the "Boss Battle" first, just say so and it's done....It doesn't matter to me when this match happens really. We'll either have the two bracket winners battle, or we'll have the winner of the first bracket (Parody), and the looser of the "Boss" battle ....battle for 2nd & 3rd place.

What say you?

If there are no objections to continuing with this battle now....


GO!!!

shit,
i'm pissed that I missed this

i was even lookin for the thread the day after I said i'd battle but i couldn't find it... after a couple days i figured that it had just died out like half the rap battles

the change over from the last one to this one also kinda threw me, but fuck it; no excuses

I do have one request though: after this whole thing is over and there's a champ and all that, I want to battle SilverSurfer, because there's no fucking way that i would have let him beat me