Thread: 5 Bar Superstar!

How to take me to a page without linking
The world wide web gonna stop your stinking
Here on the internet we've got some news
The best of the best come to Dreamviews!
And the next poster will definitely say...

that it's gonna be a good day with no chance of a gray
cloud in the sky with the breeze in my face
stress is released before it even builds
and all of my objectives are in my playing field
accomplishing my goals with ease that seems unreal.

flowing through the old to ceased life, I crack and I peel
looking to the past to be right, you can see that it's not real
open your eyes to a devil's deal, and realise what you just sealed
selling your soul forsaking moments for the time that you steal
don't fuck around, see it and wake up clown, this is your last meal

It's a universal melody, a movie on the reel,
A rhyme in time, a well-rehearsed spiel.
A phone call at 8:00am, "Hello? Who's this?"
Telemarketer, trying to make a living, don't diss;
Tell her about lucid dreaming, ask her what she's doing tonight,

I was in an epic DC fight,
It really was an epic fight,
A decapitated DC was the worst of the plight,
but it turned into a sex dream that was tight
and by tight, I mean her pussy.

If I were a character in a movie, I'd be Gary Busey—
Taking on Riggs with a steel pipe, never getting all mushy.
Crying is for protagonists, lead actors and women,
As Mr. Joshua I'd take a baseball bat to Richard Simmons,
Play a drum-roll, howl like a wolf and sign his body, "Sprunk."

I want to eat a pizza pop
but i stop myself cause
iz already eten pizza pops a plenty
fuck, they arent called pizza pops
they just look like them, some generic brand jigga wat!

Originally Posted by Man of Steel

If I were a character in a movie, I'd be Gary Busey—
Taking on Riggs with a steel pipe, never getting all mushy.
Crying is for protagonists, lead actors and women,
As Mr. Joshua I'd take a baseball bat to Richard Simmons,
Play a drum-roll, howl like a wolf and sign his body, "Sprunk."

Dibs on the top bunk, dark like a car trunk.
it's too late to get it started cause it already got crunk
slumped from the pump blast, jump or it wont last
I'm dangerously sober, so please pass that funk fast
committed when i did it, exquisite like a masquerade mask

We only got one task, so before times passed
I'd like to herd you all up like Jews before they got gassed.
Now we're here en mass, ain't no Auschwitz - so relax, G
I'm not about to battle because it'd be too nasty
Broken bones and arms don't seem fit to outlast me.

met a girl named Ashely, who thought I was classy
flashy, and crafty, but she was too sassy.
I saw through that mask see, nothing gets past me
she pretended to be a good girl, but I knew she was trashy.
don't ask me how knew cause I know what i know bro

I can't do any thinking, my mind is a no-show,
Just like my rhymes have no flow.
And as my post comes to a hault,
Don't blame me for killing this thread
Don't look at me, it's not my fault.

Boy, I could use a malt
It's so hot here, the ground could melt salt
Damn, rhyming is hard
My brain is going to get all scarred
Let's keep this thread going, guys!

You can have your malt, gimmie a burger and fries,
I'm so hungry I could eat a swarm of flies.
But I'm far too lazy right now, I don't feel like walking
I'm so tired, I don't even feel like talking
Doensn't feel too good, man

I want a nationwide ban in the land of the free,
Doesn't matter me to me that you lack the psychology,
Brainwashed following, insane in rain calling,
Can't wait to retreat on this suffering humanity,
Pass the blunt, bitch, I need to escape this insanity!

call the weather man, it's cloud the free
i rain on your party like a mod nazi
i can't believe the fucking drama i see
it's everywhere just following the C to the D
i ask why the fuck, why won't you just let me be

I'll tell you why, It's the people, you see
They need to hate, and so do you and me.
You can't avoid it, you can't destroy it,
It's a natural emotion,
to set your words in motion.

yes man, they're flowin
i'm easing to the pro-noun of the one who's island coasting
except ironically i can't be editing posts with just ghosting
he calls me ghost but i don't think that he knows what i'm throwing
i'm throwing supernatural shit like crashed boeings

DAMN YOU! What rhymes with boeings?



Okay...

Of all my thoughts and knowings
It seems my brain impulses are slowing
And there is still no way of telling
If i'm shouting or I'm yelling
I feel like i'm trapped in a cage

I still rhyme though my words are far from glowing
But I won't give up, my skill may be growing.
I hope someone doesn't interupt this post,
Cause the end of mine sure is coming close.
Now I pass my last gas to the next fool.

Dang, you messed up my rhyme and brought much rage,
Whatever, I'll just write another page.
The world is moving way too fast,
I guess I just need to hit pause,
And hope my words aren't another lost cause.

is it cage, fool or glowing...i'll leave you guessing with this 12 gauge that I just finished loading
no surprise that i'm the one who's right now going
the skill to rap two lines, simultaneously without some guise, just flowing
the words are mowing the grass as I
snap back to the skies, focused on uncovering these knowing lies

I sit here, typing under the guise
Of intelligence, but my lies
tear me apart, deep inside
Where was I when my conscience died?
I'm getting better at this!

continue on to find the bliss
right now your rain is caustic like piss
no life giving, the point you've missed
open your heart and still your fidget
if you will stay still i will teach it

I speak it how i speak it and no, i don't preach it
it's just a certain way how wordplay seems to greet it
like a "hi" from a stranger of a past life
during a pass by, and life is too short to get gassed by
a gas price get up and keep moving or get passed guy

Duct tape seals the boat of fate drawing fast nigh,
A metaphor for a sinking ship, abandoned by your last sigh.
Can you hang on? Can you outlast? Can you hold on to the mast?
Or will you go down, lost in despair, drowning, weeping for your lost grasp?
Don't mind me, watching from the sidelines, cloaked and holding my scythe.