Supid...Papers

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Hey pranksta a limey cant be no gangsta
you come to battle you come to rap
Yo' rhythm and skillz ain't up to my trap
I rock the rhythm, I rock the mic
I keep the joint hoppin on a saturday night.

So coma coma come get me
your gonna gonna get ate 'G
Im a lova, lova, dont hate me.
now rock to the best MC.

Hey pranksta a limey cant be no gangsta,
he rides the bus, he gots no gat
gots no bling and he got no flat.
I am the DJ I spin it right
where ya gonna be on a saturday night.

So coma coma come get me
your gonna gonna get ate 'G
Im a lova, lova, dont hate me.
now rock to the best MC.

He's Jam for spreading, a Pal regrettin
the day that he messed with me
Oz is a lost cause
spinning it off flaws
With Kylie and her claws,
man do I need to go slow
crusin in my 6-4
blue lights in my back mirror
no body gonna stop me y'all
and if you say it then we gonna brawl
East Coast, West Coast,... better than the Gold Coast.
come on, cats lets do it right
Spinnin off to the morning on a Saturday night.


So coma coma come get me
your gonna gonna get ate 'G
Im a lova, lova, dont hate me.
now rock to the best MC.

[JP Dogberry]

You stepped at me, you step at me right
so I return to the fight with rhymes so tight.
Bell goes ding and my fist goes swing
ready for round 2, I'm JamPaladin!

so wid a quickness, get ready for my slickness
I gotcha on my hitlist, and I rhymes with a sick dis
getta load of this: I'm playin' wid yo missus!
At least I play, but youse a playa hata,
the computer calls you traitor, I leave you nothin' but a crater,
I'm not just the Tzar, you can call me the Praetor.


You say I ain't got no gat and I ain't got no bling?
Well say that after bendin' down and kissin' my platnim ring.
I don't need to sing when I'm so shiny I twing
gotta stop steppin' to the once and future king.

Man Im commin' from Down Under? I' m on top of the world.
Hearin' your disses made me wanna hurl
Know something about Oz? We got so much space
we use the room to fill it all with Nuclear Waste
In your face, post haste, your nothin' but a disgrace
Your speakers put out boom, but we've got Bass!

I don't hail from the Gold Coast, my hood is the B
That's Brisbane, playa-hater, I'm downing a V
Caffeine hit, liken it, but you can't be taken it
Too strong for the one whose nothin' but fakin it.

You stepped into my box, now meet my case mod.
true geek cred comes note from Base Bods
but instead comes through mental integrity
rythm creativity and rhymes collectively.
I got a Blue light, Black light, you've got a hack trite
case mod with odd cooling design.

You steped to Jp, and you stepped prepared.
best step again if you hear that <Snare>.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Playa Hata? Caffeine hit, Brisbane, what kinda playa is ya?
Not a gangsta, or a master lister but a sista the kind that wears a dress around at easter.
Trust me my misses won't get busy with no sissy sista.
Only man will please her, bet you haven't been with no one since you moved into your parents Vespa. Hows your momma livin, food stamps and strange men gettin to her?  
Throw anther horse blanket on the mattress.
Gee mom Id really like to have a sandwich.
Course I gots me a sandwich, even a manwich... or a burger or some sushi from japanwich. I don't beat kolas to feel like a man B*!@%^.
Platinum fake like your locks, the rocks on your fist will turn your body off, Green with envy, or bad jewelry?
Heres a dollar, better use it for the lottery, buy a clue don't bother me. Spare me your twisted history you forget I went to University. Was there enough to make Doctor of philosophy, if that degree was measured in fly honeys, love and parties. Still I gots me a Job and a salary, big house and 5 TV''s. I even read when the mood hits me, hows that for perversity. Fool you aint got jack on me.
So render all to Caesar Gonna beat ya, gonna get my goths to eat ya, burn your cites and erase all trace of ya.  Quid pro quo Im like a horde from Asia, so fast not even Christianity will save ya. Gonna sack you gonna attack you, gonna take all of the cred you've yet to prove. Like Doug Macarthur on the move, cept you wont be returnin, no Manilla and Malaysia, just fade awaya playa second prize is given later.  
DDay is arrived and the orders given, dont give up livin %&%*# and you might be forgiven.

[Lieutenant Kije]

**Kije gets this all on tape for blackmail purposes

[JP Dogberry]

Messin' with the old skool, told you, cold food
eatin' hunted moose like it was some tofu
go to blow, foo! say it to the toll booth
tha's givin' me tha tips because Koalas ain't the show, true.

Cuttin' with claws, nothin' but sores,
because I spent time wid dat ***** of yours
I'm breakin' the laws while doin' the chores
gangsta spirit since I got wid dese balls.
I drive a Beamer, you drive a horse
Say it, Amigo, you got nothin' all up your drawers

Can't afford to buy stuff, say your not a miser,
Your whole paycheck, goes to beer and pies yeah
Spies yeah, cries there, cos of prying eyes yeah.
Got the ninja spirit, with the neon hardware.

You call me a woman? I call you a Eunich.
Man, you got a pointy head like a drawing of Leunig.
Never heard of him? man, you ain't got no culture,
I'll toast you, tear you, and then I'm gonna mulch you.

What kinda playa decides to have a lay of
the sistas messin' with the other playa's major
man, I'm caging, I hear the sista's hate you
Cos you got a minor, they find ya just in time ta
leave you squellin' in the street, ain't got the buds to kick phat beats.
Ain't gor the style for Lyrical Feats
ain't got the wheels for Drive By heats.
Ain't got the money to eat dog treats,
Yo, you ain't got the skill to be steppin to me!

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

You drive a beamer! Ha in your dreams chump!
Of course my woman beat you up like a sick pup.
Im riding something but it aint no horse,
not that you'd know anything about that of course.

And that ninja spirit, get real give me props,
it ain't nothing like Saints ninja monkey chops.

Speaking of chops I'll give ya some later,
heard you almost choked on a stolen baked potata.
Your spies dont work, they dont report right,
I bought them off with a scooby doo night light.

I know all about you how your scared of the dark,
you better be scared I released dingo's in your trailer park.
Now whos squeelin running down the street,
now whos gonna end up tasting like moose meat.

I aint bought a pie in nearly a year
and only drunken Ozzies swill beer.
I drink Cristall by the case, and its free,
I hang at the clubs all over DC.
I am the master of beats, rhythm, rhyme
You ain't got anything on me you slime.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

and thats 3....

Nice rhymes chump

I think we pretty much hijacked that thread

/me dusts hands
"yup"

[JP Dogberry]

Yep, sure did.

And the same. Particularly your second set - was tight.

I'm all rhymed out today. Actually, I'm all everythinged out. I wrote a few thousand words a day every day for the past few days for NaNo, plus 41 Senryuu I wrote last night, with another 40 to write tonight, and Rhyming and running an online game.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

And I caught the CREEPING CRUD and feel like ... well crud

[EUOL]

I bow before both of you.  Your l33t m4d sk1llz as white rappers make me...black...with envy.

You're both supid.  (Which I now declare to be a good term, as it has become 'cool' like 'phat.')

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

I regret not being on last night to bust some haiku rhymes wid ya'll.

Wait. no I don't.

mmmmmmmmmmm.....pie.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

yeah well I included ya