i can help save text
 

i can do it.

but you will all have to throw out everything you ever learned and accept me as your sensei.

like a true sense, i can't actually compete with my grasshoppers, im old and decrepit. but what i can teach you is proper form and techniques.

at the present you are all talented streetfighters, but none of you can really fight.

with my critiques i can make text fun to READ again, and when people actually read what other people write, it inspires people to write.

sign up in here for tutelage

I'm in

no show w.e

no show your life

Bech

for real teach me. youre entertaining as fuck

Intrigued

White trash this bitch

Teach me the way of Metaphives

someone post some text in here and i will pick it apart and show you what you are all doing wrong. pick your favorite battle from your favorite battlers, your favorite open mic whatever. can be your work or someone elses.

i will point out everything you or they are doing wrong and help lead you in the right direction

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How is a command/request obvious?

I want in lol.

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Worst alias in the game.

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Negged

lol

This thread is a good idea though.

critique this:

http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=62295

I'll take the plunge
@uh-oh

http://netcees.co/showpost.php?p=276508&postcount=10

last minute drop against alphabet. go for it

I.keep bitches at all times, no it aint a front.
I.keep bitches in my ride, then I raid the butt.
I keep bitches on my mind, but I aint gay for love.
I keep bitches on the side, but my favorite one?
I.keep that bitch cummin on the daily fuck
Then when I'm sick of it, blast it with the lazer gun.

i got yall when i get off work

Interesting.


http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=33284

You wish, you were as dope as me. A coma dream alone. A beast at home. At ease. Watch closely and learn what hopeless means. A moment of peace bashing through Roman streets on this path, soldiers creep screaming "Attack!!" like Polish freaks. No, wait, sit back, just grab you some oval-tine, and when you get back, I'll nap on your sofa, please?

Time passed clasping zig zags and a bag full of weed. God damn, shit, who's that? Oh, it's me. Grab my phone, and keys, deadbolt. Just a flash of genius, a metaphor for this savage creature. I left the store empowered. No pastor, no preacher. Just a known bastard who just so happened to reason in a cavern with leaders deep in my labyrinth, my theater. Masked my features with a passion of actors in grieving. All in black. A believer. Get back bitch, we ain't leaving. Strap in quick before I blast it this evening. A catholic heathen at mass just dreaming of massacres and demons. Shit, I'm just happy and breathing smoke. Little fatter from eating souls.

You faggots don't even know.

I'm a disaster; A FEMA drone. Harmless and predisposed to gargle adrenochrome with caramel tea and coke. The Marxist with an evil flow carving artists in their apartments like Dahmer while donning Jesus' robes. The martyr born from karma is leaving home now that the weed is smoked to swarm upon ya with swords of honor; the legion's code.

how has noone posted a Destroyer NBL verse yet?

dead (of old age)