#06 Insane Villian vs #11 Desenuts

Discussion in 'The Rapmusic Storytelling/Topical League' started by Vern Acular, Mar 23, 2004.

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  1. Vern Acular

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  2. Insanevillian

    Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE

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  3. Desenut§

    Desenut§ Lean mean nuttin machine!

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    Check.. Greetings n Salutations IV.. shall we go for battle of the week? ;)
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    Insanevillian STILL in CHARGE

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    NUTS go here...
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  5. Desenut§

    Desenut§ Lean mean nuttin machine!

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    First off.. I have to say.. I hated this weeks topics.. *sorry*

    2. the phone rings, & on the other end is a women who is about to tell you she
    is pregnant with your child, only you've never slept with her, SHIT!, you dont
    even know who she is, expand...


    That morning...

    Salavation stains my pillow.. a white crust formed upon my lips..
    as I awake to face the day.. like a weeping willow wisp..
    my knees creak more than the old oak floor I put my weight upon..
    and my eyes dim from the cataracts.. that shield me from the dawn..
    a white hazed gaze but still I feel my way across the room..
    the furniture hadn't been rearanged since early 92..
    I find my teeth near the rusty sink in a bathroom half in ruin..
    with moldy rubber matting near a tub I don't half use n
    I sway from faulty balance.. that's my damnded inner ear..
    and I'd keep this steady bitchen.. if there were anyone to hear..
    damned near pissed myself before I felt my nutsack drip..
    from the water just below this toilet seats cold fiendish grip
    and with a seasoned sniff.. I spit a leugie at the can..
    and wonder how and why in life.. I'm now this old ass man..
    but I guess I've lived a ripe full life.. and nears the ending line..
    for both myself.. my name.. my claim.. my fame.. my family and mine..
    Thoughts are frequent company.. to one who lives alone..
    but all the voices in my head can do.. is ever piss and moan..
    I seem to have no joy without continuance of spirit..
    and death just seems an insult.. the closer I draw near it..
    Now understand I don't just fear it.. but it seems the saddest road..
    To one who spent life loving children.. without one of his own..
    I attained all tha celebrity.. as did my syblings three..
    but the rest all rest in piece.. the only missing one is me..
    so the pictures incomplete.. but the story's mine to tell..
    and it gained a brand new character.. with a phone call from Michelle..


    That afternoon

    So whose Michelle? I couldn't of told you to save my soul..
    until the phone rang and I answered.. just a minute or two ago..
    now my face is all aglow.. The pressure doesn't rest on me..
    It seems I'm soon to have a son.. and all eternity..
    who'd of thought.. much lest believed.. that a gay man of 45..
    could still spawn a new child.. a modern miracle of science..
    well actually.. the skills quite old.. but the blood line's what I'm after.
    See my names now living on.. no longer consigned to disaster..
    He'll have my name.. he'll be no bastard... and my fears they've been erased..
    by this immaculate conception.. tween my sperm and her dear eggs..
    known as in-vetro fertilization.. now my eyes see clear the prize..
    I see my spark of hope grow bright.. in the twinkles in his eyes..
    I've never seen a women's thighs.. my face was hideous at best..
    from mishaps and misplaced attempts.. at a Diana Ross obsession..
    Who am I? I hope you've guessed it.. I'm none other than michael Jackson..
    with young Prince.. my failed carreers new heir following after...
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  6. TeKneeK

    TeKneeK The Heart and Soul of RM

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    IV talks but never does the work.... what a duphus.
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  7. LDogg The King

    LDogg The King The High Life

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    ^ yea no shit.. an he thinks this football league of his is gonna work.. what a joke

    if i were in his little tourney i sure as hell wouldnt trust that i would be winning any money saying it even went the full 17 weeks that it supose too..


    Desenuts - Advances to Round 2
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