RpNation

No, everything is normal and you're just crazy.

You seem to have good taste, If I wore a hat I’d tip it for you post haste.

Your rhyme is noted, for I am bloated; take care what you eat, as post-super bowl, I feel like sheet.

As an Aussie I can only guess,
What team you support? And the toilets mess
Beer? wings? Some sort of fast food?
Watching the Super Bowl like “ahh fuck dude!”
I’m guessing your happy as you say it was “insane”
Can only guess the winning team blew up like propane
But I’ll be honest I’m more a fan of baseball
When I swing the bat and swat hard, they all fall
Just trying to match, my swing and catch,

I strike out people easy like
Lock
Key
And latch

You fool nobody Aussie, that lie is fat
everyone knows you prefer the cricket bat
and yes like propane Philly did blow
but at least my car still has it's lively glow
as they do riot quite intensely.
Now I mean not to come across contentiously,
but I'm going to have to lock you down on the rhyme game
nice try flow, but I've already cemented my fame.

But no, the Eagles are not my team
although perhaps it surely may seem
that nobody in America wanted the Pats, those dirty rats
but alas in the eng the Philly team one
And Pennsylvania's happiness is second to none.

Indeed I clap, clap clap clap
But you can’t match the way I rap
I’m a original Aussie and I like what I like
Dubstep, jazz, rock, killing a mike..
You can have your valentine fame as it’s February fam
But if you think your better then me your in a jam
I give no dam for your plan joker man
I’ll sing down on a vine like Tarzan
Beat your game and take your name tell your parents “such a shame”
The dude or dame

Was not that lame,
Shame he came across a dingo
Took one look and cried out bingo
“Don’t like your words or your lingo”
Say ya nah yea nah yea
Big les and Sasquatch flair
Without one care I’m all fucking hair
A beast when I feast on the spread made of yeast
Vegemite son, say what!
Don’t even care call your police and swat
I’m to hot to be shot, I’m So sick it’s grot

I should call you gravedigger, for the hole you make
grows deeper with every ill-fated step you take.
Listen here colony boy, and listen well
now before the ringmaster might ring his bell
and end this horrendous time of a fight
you now realize the expanse of my might
my rhymes are impregnable, the city of Tyre
(though let's not speak of Alexander's bridge and fire)

I hate the small limit I have here to write, make a thread if you dare to challenge me right

See? I even know when a verse is due
like Vergil, man, writing lines up the wazoo
rocking this stage like it's A.D. 42
and I'm dropping the Aeneid so excuse fucking you
one last piece, and listen closely
at this stage I know you feel morosely
but I give my saplings words of encouragement
let this L be a vegemite-like nourishment.

I’m hoping you make the thread and have more I’ve enjoyed this aha

I shall indeed, but hear my call: I say we make it open to all!

Was already in the making with me and mechanist, you get the gist,
make a post and tag me for the win, I’ll slice skin when I begin.
Hell I’ll even put on class with some show and tell