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 Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 1:26 pm
(Forgot about this)
Tim Haynie Edited: I didn't. I just let the rpers post there own promos.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 7:08 pm
((Good to know.))
Man, ******** these niggaz,
I'mma spared everything but these niggaz
I flip the gun and ******** these niggaz
Take off the knife from the AK and gut these niggaz!
* "We be Steady Mobbin' " by Lil Wayne hit the Titantron and E Rock came out on stage to a chorus of boos. E Rock glared at the fans who chanted derogatory phases like "You Lost" and "Wangsta" at him. The former IC Champion pimped down the ramp and enetered the ring. Quickly, he grabbed a mike.*
Yo, Yo, Yo. Ya'll wiggaz need to shut the ******** up. Cut this music.
*The rap song was paused.*
Last night, I was robbed. I had that b***h a**, punk a**, p***y a** ***** Tyson where I wanted him. Roll the tape! I said, roll the tape!
*The Titantron screen showed E Rock hitting a dropkick on Tyson followed by a kick to the groin that set up E Rock's finisher.*
Ya'll niggaz see that? I was beating that fool's a**. It was pure luck that he won.
*The Titantron then showed E Rock ducking under Tyson's dropkick which led to Tyson's victory.*
But, everythang's okay. Everythang's
*E Rock brushed both his shoulders off.*
okay. Cuz ya'll know I had him beat. More importantly, he knows I had him beat.
Tyson, you can't touch this.
*E Rock flicked his SF Giants's jersey."
Dawg, since you've made so much in the rap business, here's something you can take to the bank:
Tyson, I know you scared, running from me yesterday.
You're like a homo in the San Francisco Bay
I'm out here getting laid
Getting paid, getting made
I'm not like you, dawg.
I don't hire milk maids.
Yo, I know your cred, homie, you've made that clear.
You a former World Champion, yet you fight with fear.
Bending over around me, asking me to stuff your rear
That's not how I roll, son.
This is my year!
Yeah, I don't have to rhyme every word so you know it's a rap.
You got yo hand so far up yo a** you're touching crap
You ain't touching me. I'm the real untouchable.
No, I ain't John Cena; I'm not soft like lunchable.
I don't need a rhyme to kill you; I'm doing that already
I will put yo azz down next week, guess who's playing Freddy?
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 8:35 pm
Tyson came out to loud pop of the crowd. He had a mic in hand as he gangsta limped onto the stage. Stopping at the top of the ramp, he raised the mic to his lips and began to speak. "Hey dawg, that lick was nice and all, but der was a reason why ya never able to break it out on the rap game.. Ya see not only do ya choke when yo rep is on the line, but ya just don't got the experience to do the job. Some time ya gotta take a hit, to make it to the top. Like a legend once said... Try me, I'll make ya famous. So in my attempt to push into the lime light I've made a song just for." Tyson said speaking directly to E Rock. He then turned to look out at the crowd. "Now this lil track is the first single on my new album, Gorilla Warfare, which it's stores December 1st. Production, drop it like it's hot!" Suddenly the lights dimmed, and then began to flash and flicker to the beat of the music that began to play over the PA system. Briggs - E Rock "Ya know ***** I'm not one to joke on someone, but this *****. This ***** done ******** with da wrong guy. He acting like he made da 18 Dummies, Dem Boyz. That ***** is a Dum Boy." Here we go. Since the day I left da womb, I been beating niggas down like I got nottin' to lose. Fighting for my turf, crushing niggas like Gargamel crushes smurfs. You need proof, don't question ******** cause my glock is loose. I need no examples or samples, my s**t is true. Can't nobody handle me, I'm da s**t. Got all those other ******** straight submit. I got a permit, so let me transmit. E Rock you's a chump, ain't no way that you can bump. With me, when I step into the ring, they call me da King. Cause I sporting da nicest bling, I have so many flings, and my fashion oh so clean. I'm even in a movie I got my own scene. Five titles reigns, says I'm da man, a tag team, and four one my own, Damn. Just by speaking your name the crowd dropped in IQ Just like watching the View, I knew E Rock was related Rosie, got da whole world screaming Holy Moly! Besides being a state of da art tart, that's not even da worst part. Anyone else know this guy is in the Hall of Fame of Walmart. Now I gots to be goin', but I you got me wonderin' What the hell you smokin' that got ya chokin' Before I go he's a final warning. Lyrically I'll destroy you, and you step up me physically I'll deport you.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 8:57 pm
*E Rock couldn't believe it as the fans cheered for Tyson. After he was lyrically murdered, E Rock shook his head in anger.*
Naw, Naw, Naw, Naw, tell me you didn't just rhyme Rosie with moly!
*The fans started a "Wangsta" chant to E Rock.*
I ain't no wangsta!
*E Rock glared at Tyson.*
Yo, I'mma step up homie, I can take you out.
I'mma beat down, yo body's worn out.
Yeah, that beat was tight and you gots some flow.
But I dare you to spit some mo'
How long did it take you to write that rap.
6 or 7 days?
Playa, you need to shut yo trap.
Cuz what you spit was just wack.
I'm the real freestyle king, there ain't no other.
My lyrics slap the black outta you, you ain't no brotha.
I can't believe you came out here today
Claiming victory,
I beat yo azz throughout that cage
you can't touch me.
But you like the View and I'mma send you there
When I beat you again, then you azz be on welfare.
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 1:08 am
Tyson had a pearly white smile as he chuckled to himself at E Rock's sorry attempt at a freestyle diss. With his mic hand, he took a finger and scratched his nose, bring his free hand up waving it back and forth, before speaking again. "Ha ha ha ha, *****. You killin' me *****. What you spittin' is too funny. But I'll take that bet. You want a freestyle then here, maybe you'll learn, something with dis one." This time with out music, Tyson began to spit a freestyle.
"Now ***** ya b***h a** is in trouble.
Imma pop yo a** like a bubble.
Beat ya so bad, b***h I'll make you humble.
I got 2-1-3 Compton bumping my s**t.
Even Bay Side Niggaz, fear what I spit.
I'm going jail for a 1st degree victory.
I even told the Judge, yes I'm guilty.
Defyin', ignitin', excitin', ya see.
Whoopin niggas asses is my decree.
E to the R-O-C-K, gotta know I don't play.
Come to my town, just remember it ain't the Bay.
Where everybody knows yo gay.
Just lettin' ya know I don't swing dat way.
Now.. bow down... I represent the town.
King of Compton I've been crowned.
If you feelin' ballsy we can go another round."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 12:00 pm
*E Rock smirked at Tyson as the crowd cheered for his opponent.*
Yo, you think I'mma let you have that round? You must be tripping.
Yo, I'mma-
*Before E Rock could start another rap, Michael Cole stepped up to the mike.*
May I have your attention? I've just received word from the GM that the next match between E Rock and Tyson will be a rap battle!
*The crowd cheered and began a "Tyson" chant.*
After three rounds of rap from each contestant, the audience will judge the winner!
King Tyson, um, sir, do you agree with these stipulations?
*E Rock just stared a hole into Cole as Cole addressed Tyson.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:09 pm
Tyson was about to listen to another one of E Rock's side splitting rhymes, when all of a sudden they we're interrupted by the chime of the GM's message. After Cole had delivered the message. Tyson could help but feel even more confident then he already was. He nodded his head, with swagger, and raised the mic up to his lips. "Hells yeah homie, I'm more then willing to bury dis *****."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 7:12 pm
TheXFactor Tyson was about to listen to another one of E Rock's side splitting rhymes, when all of a sudden they we're interrupted by the chime of the GM's message. After Cole had delivered the message. Tyson could help but feel even more confident then he already was. He nodded his head, with swagger, and raised the mic up to his lips. "Hells yeah homie, I'm more then willing to bury dis *****." ("Side-splitting" Great adjective. lol) Cole: And you, Mr. Rock, sir, are you... E Rock: You better shut yo mouth, wigga or Imma rob yo azz, you dig? *Cole immediately sat down. E Rock then turned toward Tyson.* Mayne, you talk a big game all the way over there. Why do you take yo punk a** over here and spit yo game? I'mma give you a hand. *E Rock walked over the ropes and opened them for Tyson.* Sup, now, fool?
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 8:53 pm
Tyson looked over the crowd as they cheered for the possible confrontation. He then removed his blinder shades, and threw them to the crowd. He then continued down the ramp, dropping the mic on the stage. Approaching the ring, Tyson knew E Rock would try and attack him immediately if he tried to go straight from ringside threw the ropes, so instead he took the steps. He took a couple steps across the apron before stepping threw the ropes. He then held his hands out, and without the help of the mic spoke. "I'm right here *****, take your shot."
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:08 pm
*E Rock quickly backed up.*
Man, chill. I thought we were going to have a rap battle. Save the hostility for the mike, son.
Yo, white boy!
*E Rock pointed at Cole.*
Get yo azz in here and moderate this battle, fool!
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 2:54 pm
Tyson shifted his weight, from each foot. He was do a quick process in his head about all the things he could bring out on E Rock. It wasn't to hard for him, he always prepared. Tyson was then handed a mic, from one of the stagehands, and raised it to him lips. "Come on whitey, I ain't got all day.. Let me throw some lines down and be done wit dis *****." He said waving Michael Cole in to the ring.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 7:06 pm
*Cole entered the ring.*
Cole: Ahem, Since, uh, Tyson just finished one verse before, why don't ya, Rocky, begin the first round?
*E Rock smirked and placed the mike to his lips.*
Yo, uh, yo, enie, minie, minie, moe
Who's the dumbest of all them ho's?
Man, Tyson, you talk a big game
But Imma make ya learn to respect my name.
When I'm done wit you, you'll never be the same
I'mma make you pull up lame.
*****,you say that you hail from Compton, but I know yo real life
You ain't gangsta; yo mom was a housewife,
Yo daddy worked in a college, he was a professor of history
You grew up rich and lived in a place with no misery
You reside in the suburbs, homeboy
Now you wanna be a thug?
Yo's a poser, nothing but a bug
And I'mma smash this bug
And do it with no slugs
I'm a real gangsta. I rolled from the streets
Come to Oakland, and niggaz will bust yo teeth
Drop this act, dawg, you don't want this beef
Last night, I beat yo azz, you know you can't beat me
You think this rap sucks, well, I doubt your blackness, my *****
Are you really a black man, or should I start calling you wigga?
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