My name is CB and I spit the best,
riding through channels like I built in brest.
My RR might not impress,
but when you play against me don't second guess.

I'll support that verse and dislodge your mind,
players like me are hard to find.
Playing live games just to pass the time,
gunboat baby all my points on the line.

When brainbomb steps to me,
it'll be a stand off, Burgundy, Black Sea.
Let me correct his flow send his ass in retreat,
the only thing you been "blowin" is my meat.....
*drops the mic*

Come on Byron
you call that a spit why you off on the timing
CB the type to need a kleenex
a napkin a towel and a nasal wipe
for tears, the like, some fears, hes psyched
but for what, a build? a fleet near Marseilles?
I see your builds and raise you Louis in the Palace of Versailles.

your gunboats would sink when they sail to my streets
I dont build alliances, I build planes, not fleets
I break them ancient med, and break them up in modern
Im fucking up you brains while your still reading the proverbs
This aint Haiku, no Lethologica
This is brainbomb slang son an im destroying ya

So you remember next time when its anon and start to wonder
you better circle convoy rinse repeat or get dislodged inside the blunder
its brainbomb time, now go make your bed
Im fucking up your Michigan your in flint still drinking lead

best remember next time you come drop the beat
Im getting builds, In all your guilds. sing along and say repeat
leave the mic dropping, for the crop robbing
the resigns are all your lines
and as for tim the tomcat on the lurk for your mom
he pressed an caught her cheating with the prince of dip brainy bomb

-Preach-

Brainbomb I pity your verse,
too simple for me,
and way to rehearsed.

I'll start this rhyme by schooling your ass,
teach you some pentameter, give you some class.

Count your syllables and count your beat,
fucking up rhymes like you do is a narly feat.

This is rulebook press so don't reply,
can't send a message and retreat, don't even try.

I am really confused brainbomb; answer me this,
isn't diplomacy for big boys? whats up with the childish dis?

The only kleenex i'll need is to clean up your spit,
you know, from all the drool after you sucked my dick.

(this is all in jest, I am enjoying this, hope im not offending you too terrible.)

You best to fuck what you heard you all know my name
Gunboat OGs never open to Spain

My skills speak on they own so I don't need to boast
Like save and ready your beatings are close

So you're going to have to guess but don't be wrong though
I eat victims up like we're in Congo

Now I gotta hand it off to the next in line
WebDip symphony dropping like a dime...

I agree you got skills, and I agree you got flow,
but seriously trip you don't know shit about the congo.
Run along but please stop trippin,
kinda curious what bullshit your sippin?

I've been trying to be as arrogant as you,
first question is trip; what do I got to do?
I was thinking I could start by not playing any games,
being active on the forum and spreading my name.

But then I thought, nah I could do more,
so i started this game with a phase of 24.
It's got no press just raw skill,
so trip who we gonna kill? gameID=173772

this may be unintentionally the most hilarious thread i have every seen, on any internet site ever.

That doesn't rhyme at all :)

sorry --

maybe my wife will take my hobby seriously now,
show her the boys rapping 'bout diplomacy wow --
i'll say this is why i been hanging out on my phone,
now get upstairs lady it's time to bone. cause i am the coolest.

trip and cb, are you losers knew
I haven't even had the time to say a stereotypical "fuck you"
I do know shit about the congo, and am the king of rap
so go back into your closets, where no one will hear you fap

I'm gonna tell you once, so you better listen up
you childs know nothing, and frankly speaking suck
at your lives, at your jobs, and at all crap in life
so please go somewhere to end it, do a service to your wife,

your employers and your family, you will not be missed
so PLEASE hurry up, and end all of this
all your bullshit, all your stupidity, and your possession known as life
just make sure you don't nmr, that's really bad form.

(sorry for the lack of originality, as basically all of it is about telling you to kill yourselves. none of this is actually meant.)

I think I'll pick this back up
And go back in time
To blankflag, go go go , and unpretentious wine.

Just gotta a little story
'Bout what not to do
So you are not like ava when he ate his shoe

If you mess the mods
They'll teach you a lesson
Like when Draugnar threatened a DDoS'n

Well I gotta go now
But I'll leave you a present
Open to Switzerland in Ankara Crescent...

:P

Let me kick it back to my original point
webdip, chill, then fire up a joint
bitches, 40's, CD's and solo
trips rhymes so sublime
its like we in a snowglobe
Heinous statements
looking for dead replacements
bouncing warsaw - vienna
in a fabricated engagement

You cant threaten me Byron
your rhymes are declinin
You call yourself commander
more like a private island

this is forum mother fuckaz
we talk roe v wade
militia occupiers and the DEA
draugnar, mapleleaf and blankflag hammered
time to make some room
for some brand new spammers
Shirkin the work
your rhymes are jerking the gerk
pulling out your vlasic getting slurped with herp
try to keep up trip
this is webdip
you seasonin up a fish filet were new york strip

TVrocks.
nah
lick my glock
yah
talking random man
drive off your mini van
creeping thru the forum stoking fire for brainbomber
I seen hungrier spit at dinner jeffrey dahmer.

telling players to kill themself
trolling like you gave em hell
I seen bolder presses getting blowjobs at the hotel
and guess who
its tasty byron
opening his mouth cause he cant stay silent
going tit for tat
blow for blows
CB learned his rhymes up at Trader Joes.

*yawn*
Waking up so I'm going to eat up these bitches,
A little unhinged so ignore my twa-twitches.

Brain bomb you just keep on sucking,
My dick, these rhymes, keep +1 sluting.

Brainbomb I'd invite you to a game with me,
But 3 ain't shit, practically free.

Trip, let's tag team on these ridiculous rhymes,
Beat back these bitches like its clobberin time.

Tvrocks, what does that mean?
No friends, just "Friends" on your tv screen?

I appreciate the offer to join you in the closest,
But if i did it'd likely become a mosh pit.

Look TV let's settle this here,
Your rhymes have rights; they're practically queer,
But please don't confuse is allowed with what is okay,
Because just like your name your rhymes are gay.

(No offense to homosexuals out there, just going with the hardcore rap theme)

you kids are basic,
playing around like hopscotch in the street
with chalk and butterscotch candy laying at your feet

watch the clock,
sure, you can spit that weak shit when the sun's out
but come night, better run because this fire never runs out

I could straight up murder someone with this lyrical flow
killed ya body, ya mind, and ya spiritual soul

So get outta here before I become unstoppable
you're abominable, defeating me is impossible
even matching me is hardly accomplish-able
because my wordplay, the hurt may be incomparable
your flow is intolerable
our positions unswappable
don't fret the the recording of this battle is photoshoppable

People don't have to see you whine like a bitch
when this is done, that what you'll be making master a sandwich
don't forget the Toemato, served on a MapleLeaf
coming at from multi-angles, shouting obscenities

brainbomb thinks I'm about as hot as a penguin.
well penguins are hot enough to stay warm on south pole
with the metabolism as fiery as an engine
when they drop shit, it's far from cold

The moral of this story is that I spit cold
And drop hot shit
and you're hot (not!) you're just shit.

yoyoyozo spitting rhymes like a bozo;
but as worthless a hero as fucking frodo.

you may be a penguin but i'm the joker bitch,
ill make myself a your wife and Harley sandwich.

More penguin jokes on the way,
im a leopard seal so be afraid.

Your rhymes may be cold,
but my verses so hot they fucking scold.

damn it yoyo now I gotta make fun of your name,
like how I can walk the dog, and have it shit on your fame.
You may be known for going around the world,
but I'm at the center of that and at the center of your girl.

even though your metabolism is high,
you won't digest these rhymes in time.

Just a point that needs clarity
yoyo shows flows of rhymes of great disparity
truly byron finally youre paced in this timing
Impressed yet insane a question remains
yoyoyozo
hows that even a name?
or should we shore it up as yoyo
I heard better barks and twisters
from kansas and toto
wheres dorothy now fool?
I see no ruby slippers
one foot in the hole
now byrons up your kipper

Ha! For that weak shit I'm demoting you to lieutenant
return your flow back to Disney channel where you get it

I'm about to wipe your lame name into obscurity
Don't play the blame game when I demote you to mall security
shit on my fame? nah my reputation maintains its purity
cuz I I spit out the flames and leave your ass scorching surely


yeah your verses burn my ear the way they're so hot
can someone PLEASE turn his wack shit off?
and what kind of name is Byron? that the name of a dog
'cause you're a bitch, go ahead ahead and shit out a log

You think you're the center of the world?
not only that, but think you're bangin my girl?

first I'm single, you were probably banging my wanna be groupies
That's got measel, mumps, and several STDs

If you're the center of everything, let me aim for the core
I wouldn't touch your girl, but trust me she's been asking for
my 429 , looks like you need about 400 more

If you're really a leopard seal, you should be ashamed
getting fucked up by a penguin that funnily named
I like your nickname joker, 'cause your rhymes are a joke
so come at me with better rhymes, and this time don't choke

... can someone call a nurse?
cuz my flow so sick i'll put yoyo in hearse.
Wanna know whats worse?
gonna have to knock this bitch off of his high horse.

Yoyo you can't step to me,
ill divide you up like PPSC.
Look, yoyo just give up now,
you can't spit against a Commander wow.

I can't believe your trying,
got me cracking up, yo im dieing.
your shits funny but it ain't hard core;
responding to you has become a chore.

so just like the ladies adore,
im gonna rip into you and have you beggin for more.
yea, that a slightly homoerotic line,
but the sad part is your thinking "please be mine"

look yoyo I don't know where you came from,
why your here or what youve done.
from all I can tell your just another whore,
looking for +1 from the almighty Zultar.

yo just stop whining,
seriously bro your rhymes are like crying.
ask brainbomb for a kleenex or two,
and remember im like rubber, your like glue.

Burst on to the thread like a strawberry Gusher,
My verse so dope ya might as well call me Usher.

So who'm I up against, I really' like to know,
A cranial explosive, just about to blow?

I won't forget C-B, though his name's a bit wrong,
The Army'd never promote such a Major Schlong.

Enough'a this trash, I'm switching my style,
I'll make your sentence structure look like Totally Kyle's.

*total rhythm change, rave lights*

If you don't know of me
I'm the baddest Latino,
When you Google Ishy Gee
You better go incognito

You can call me Rich Dawson, cause
My whole Family is Feudal,
And I'll be kissing signoritas
While you play with your noodle.

The ladies call me "Big Papí"
But Im well past first base,
It gets a little sloppy
'Cause they all want a taste.

I'm servin' salsa and guac
Like it's Super Bowl Sunday
Thirty centimeter cock
Not just the Rio is Grande ;)

I'm a feudal lord, peasant,
Never farmed in my life-
But I'm no stranger to the hoes,
And I'll be sure to plow your wife.

I can see I've got you nervous,
These gringos growing pale,
Call me the postal service

'Cause the Ish is in the Mael

This theme is now a game
fail to join and your life is a shame
Ill send out passwords or you can guess
the first word of this thread in lowercase
might be best....

http://www.webdiplomacy.net/board.php?gameID=173986

Byron plays the fiddle
I bust him up with riddles
He wants to say that he can play and rap to a higher level
but his rhymes are crimes which defeat me blind
so I challenge you Byron put down your fiddle

I say way take this battle to a venue more fair and balanced
a classic press so the ladies undress
and our hearts aren't so filled with malice

This is an open challenge to the poets, the rappers
the press popping stragglers
the haiku wizards, magicians of syallbic nature
an open invite to any who love the nomeclature!

PM me for the password
if you dare to waste your points
It should be noted this thread is promoted
and whoever wins rhyme champion we shall appoint.

We will need some rules to play
whether by night or by day
48 hours shall be the time
but shall all verses be a rhyme?

would simple press ever be ok,
or shall we limit how people play
and force them to use poem or rhyme
to signal their intentions, tell others it is time.

to work together, tear apart,
kill each other, break their hearts
we will need rules for this battle of rap
or it may end up being entirely crap.

a game with rap battles as the press,
could be the best,
I hope im sitting in the west,
so I can feel on those brest

if you send me some press and it doesn't rhyme
my vengeful fleets will cruise up your behind
fool.

Rules are simple.
this aint pacifist shit keep up the rhymes all game ye twits.
if someone breaks rules unite and kill.
cant keep the flow. let the blood spill

yoyo announced hes too talented for this
our game too simple to make his wish list
truth of the matter is quite another tale.

yoyo too scared of his own raps
his own fail

yoyo looked for an excuse to duck this one
the reality is his rhymes are too fucked, son.

brainbomb your rhymes dont count as raps so in Spring 01 itll be nothing but attacks.... ya heard

You newbies tryna play it big,
actin like you get the pussy,
while sittin in your gay Jacuzzi,
playing with your boyfriends dick

Y'all some freakin youngsters,
ya lines are filling dumpsters
You guys play the way you talk,
going eastern triple, western triple,
while you cling on momma's nipple
I solo easy like MJ on moonwalk

I don't need no allies, I'm a wolf
my skillz are mathematic,
diplomatic, too rythmatic
you tryna open Mar to Gulf
while I'm slippin into Burgundy
stabbin me is blasphemy
I imprison you for heresy
and for feeling too OG
your rhymes are a catastrophe
while I kick your asses easily


You feel cool for stayin on the ground?
I'm more fly than any fuckin astronaut
You are maximum some taikonauts:
little cocks, no boots on moon,
I'll pop your heads like a balloon

I am too gansta hardcore,
I floss with chilies
you nerds readin elvenlore
sniffin on some lilies

You niggas ain't bright, ain't tight,
I'm Hephaistos, I bring the light,
you make me feel intellectual night
battling you ain't even a fight

you guys believe in karma?
you n00bs eatin steak tatar
while I bath in lots o' caviar

Look I'm Sparta and ol' Rome same time
too Hard-ass and decadent in my rhyme
you bitches won't survive my double-time

Easy there GOD, save some flow for the game
I tried to give your mom a link so she could join the same
better keep up your stamina those grammer beats will hammer ya
I see your blitz to burgundy and raise you all of africa.

Brainbomb you better shut the your fuck up,
I can't tell if you're stutterin or got a hickup
It's not my fault your creativity
Is too low, comes too slow
Thrives on negativity
So I guess you better bow.

Bitch

Day 1 it started dark
Day 2 we got some light
Day 3 GOD creates a spark
Day 4 loses rap fight
Day 5 he tries to bomb the brain
Day 6 hes drowned with noah

and im bound the bring the rain.

Full press with GOD and brainbomb. takes to posts to show ya.

Yo, Brain can't even count to seven
Sells you dozen eggs, gives you eleven
Tryna pull the Indigenous rainmaker
But All know he's just a fuckin faker

You wanna battle me?
I will dismantle thee
Chop you like a tree
Give ye dysentry

I am coming in my Humvee, fuck!
You won't escape in that old pickup-truck

GOD don't need no luck
GOD is cool, you suck
GOD got supernatural skillz
GOD will hunt you through the hills

Fog won't save you
Dogs will rape you
Lock the bitch you
call your sister
My thoughts are too
Damn much sinister

Who'll get defeated next?
Pumpin fuckin DMX
Listenin to German rap
Unlike your gay Drake crap
Dey givin me the aggressivity
That I do need necessarily
To defeat you in proximity
You all lack the dignity
To stand up to fuckin ME

Glad to see you're rapping, mate
but I'd like to see you rapping straight.

Rape threats and racist words are not,
something to be showing off a lot.

I could do without of course,
But without references to intercourse,
My gangstarap looks like a three-legged horse
It'd mean that I don't do my chores
If my bars lacked hookers, weed and whores.

Given the level of rap you've displayed,
I've feel like you've fallen into a trap, wouldn't you say?
It might really be more beneficial for you,
To be more PC about the words you spew.

Demon I see the thru you
Like the superman X-Ray
All I hear is boo-hoohoo
For my blunts your ash tray
My plane is the Enola Gay
I'll fly over, blow ya house up
Afterwards go party in da club

You betta not fuck with me pal,
I gave you lordship of demons,
Gave you lemonade instead of lemons
Now you better gan' be a grateful minion
Or Satan gon' lock you up for years a million
Or degrade you to decurion
Of a squad with leprechaun
Both of which match equally
Your level of bourgeoisy,
Tryna elevate yourself up on the shelf
Above yo maker, tho being a mere elf.
So better watch for yourself
For you the clock is almost 12.

your're, damn...

In the beginning
GOD creates heaven and earth
then spits a few lame rhymes
in a weak ass verse
neglected by mom
and dropped shortly after birth
joins webdip
then carted off in a herse
challenges brainbomb
then his verbal appendix burst
calls himself the original brat
but hes really just the wurst

In the middle of the story
GOD creates other gods
crowns the king brainbomb
then makes him a mod
bows down to his verbs
smokes up all his herb
GOD goes back to his job
turning tricks down by the curb

In the end GOD gets vanquished
Raistlin vs Takihisis
The wizard of webdip sends him packing
because his rap battles were too basic

http://www.webdiplomacy.net/board.php?gameID=173986

Only rules right here fast
Only way to survive is to rhyme
No kingdoms else wise last
If you want to join the game
its time to rhyme
the password to join starts with r
end with e
and we only need one more
leave your typical press bull at the door

you want a genuine experience, a rhyming masterpiece?
join rhyme time
and start writing your piece.

This thread is dying
They all stopped trying
Just when I get entertained
Their rhymes were gettin strained

Lets bring it back now
Don't leave without a bow
Lets give it another lap
Shit, I can't rap

We converted rap battles into an actual game
join us next time cyrus
if not you shall be shamed