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Old 04-19-2022, 10:31 AM   #21
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Default LLL Season 24

vs plethora

Your status is sealed guy. You a lonely ass loser who never knew what affection feels like
Call yourself plethora online cuz you never meant a lot to anyone in real life
I get my swing on like King Kong, I don’t think you’re gettin the picture
You facing a monster and gonna get black eyes buuuut this isn’t The Witcher
Needed extension after extension, that shit was the wackest decision
All that carry on and you couldn’t get on with it… airline baggage restrictions
& your record’s embarrassing. All no-shows & bullshit, - you’re phoney dude
If you’re not hanging your head already? I’m about to do it for you in my trophy room
You tell ur girl ur working a night job but really ur taking some guys in the mouth
Living your life like a werewolf: gotta moonlight so the Lycan come out
Your girl all over me & the homies, bending & tryna show her ass
Her nickname Venn Diagram… just circles around and gets overlaps
Gave her the whole enchilada x2, now I’m done calling her bro
You gave her the whole inch a lotta times too - that’s all it can grow




vs Fresh

Quote Originally Posted by Fresh
Bro I will shove my foot so far up your ass that the water from my kneecap will quench your thirst



theres a little sack called the bursa in your kneecap its filled with fluid



Only reason I know about the bursa is because I damaged mine many years ago


Cringiest shit I ever heard, faggot… let’s just leave it at that
You been opening your mouth on your knees wayyy before that beef in the chat
Last contender match? You thought ur flows could square w/ Nash
Tried to zip Code … Instead that little number really showed you where it’s at
Went from xXFreshXx to .Fresh. to Fresh… really what more could you do?
You dropped the accents, but making a name for urself STILL sounds foreign to you
I’m here for your cash, pussy. Don’t even try that “no” ploy
I’ll flaunt the TEC. U hear a pop n Fresh I guarantee ya hand over that dough boy
And if it’s hand to hand combat? I’m beastin you easily
Your idea of going mano to mano is catching venereal diseases repeatedly
Might as well be that dude rapping about dragons and Able & Cain…
Your rep’s burnt out & turned to ashes - now you incinerated the same




vs Mimic

Quote Originally Posted by Dominate
Put a contract out on Bare. Have him jumpy & clammed up w/ sweat
Street Fighter: got Ryu’s hair standing on end over a band on his head
Quote Originally Posted by mimic
Homie all talk. four eyes claim he's w/ gang but never shoot though
till mim roll up & put those bands on his head like he auditioning for Naruto
Mimic aka A Pig's Tie

You knew your verse was garbage - went looking for lessons in Dom’s text
Copied that line about Abandon reeallly shoulda done that w/ the rest of your concepts
You’re here off no shows & nobodies. Don’t pretend you dope w/ pens dude
U snowflake level. Try making noise at the top & cause an avalanche of votes against u
Went 3-3 in the 1-2 league, - you’re a “champ”?! You gotta be jokin
Forget a dope 16. I’ve seen enough terrible 2’s from u to convince me a toddler wrote them
You got dome from one girl ever and it was obv she wasn’t that into it
Funny - she had you on the tip of her tongue but tries really hard NOT to remember it
This loser eats microwave meals cuz he’s broke & ain’t been a winner yet
When I stab a few holes in membrane that shit’ll resemble his dinner prep
This British kid’s getting finished quick - right hook heavy as anchors
You ain’t seen a Pom go down this hard since his mom bent over & begged me to spank her
Run his dome under my Porsche’s wheels if I don’t wanna spark the lead
It’s Charlotte’s Web: these posters gonna see Pig w/ a Spyder ON his head
Look at me & see a star; no-one’s topped the league faster
Look at him & see a star; list of champions says Mimic*

*Won by NS then lost the week after




vs plethora

Originally Posted by plethora
Ext til March
*roll eyes emoji*

Heat’s modded w/ a longgg clip, you’ll be hearing that arm tonight
Blast you into next month with that extension & I don’t need until March to write
You want vengeance for our last battle? You still gon be hoping & waiting dawg
This isn’t settling the score.. it’s giving it three lines of coke and a jagerbomb
You sign out like a bitch when losing, - last week was the lamest installment
I aint seen a Snowflake tank that bad since Ace Ventura was saving the dolphin
That verse was fucking garbage. The result was a joke as well…
No hope in hell - I told em get a Clooney just made a robbery for Plot … Oceans 12
Forreal, pleth a bitch w/ some bars. I got the Eagle in hand ready to send a barrage
Palm-in the Dessert… make em disappear if he keep that approach - that shit’s a mirage




vs Cody Nash

Originally Posted by predictions
Week 12 - Champ Match: Dominate (4-0) vs Cody Nash (8-2)

Both of these guys are on a tear. Hoping for a classic to close the regular season.

Dominate 60/40

There’s no comparing our text ability, really the suggestion’s killing me
Yeahhh we both been on a tear –
Me through the best in the league & you through what’s left of your credibility
Damn near 300 battles.. honestly that score’s insane
U been around the block, buster.. but only EVER been as relevant as that video store today
& if we writing down our top ten – who’s best at battles n shit..
Trust me, the folks wearing MAGA hats the only ones voting Nationalist
Lie & pretend you a fighter, but really you frightened of gloves
On your toes and checking your 6 more than Spree’s podiatrist does
Not rocket science to beat him – this shit ain’t nothing to master
Ain’t seen such a failure for a Challenger since the space shuttle disaster
Nash stay flaccid around women but for black men he’ll go insane
When he sees Brothers Codirect… it ain’t a movie the Coens made
Bet he salty over the fact that him winning is less than likely
He’s muttering “shoo-in my ass…” and I’m like “Yes, precisely.”
He got some stupid ass concepts he CANNOT be proud to display
I’m lookin at every Kiever like “GTFO” - swear Russia’s about to invade
His mom takes gangbangs for cash cuz money’s a major hurdle
Tries 5 characters in diff positions looking for that green like she’s playing Wordle
Noone’ll remember him, he’s gone w/ one shot to the mouth
Kevin McAllister: clap at his face and see ThatKid forgotten about




vs Letterman

Originally Posted by Predictions
One things certain, somebody is taking their first & last L of the season.
I laugh at the idea of someone believing this clown’s better
LOL - You’ll take the first and last L… i.e. you’ll be Leaving this Round Letter
Ur first 2 bars against Spree were OK - rest belonged in the trash can, goof
That Material went on the Wayne so much it resembled a Batman Suit
Now u better quit talking dweeb. I’m on ya porch waving & it ain’t no small machine
Shotty to your mug - that Pumpkin get a whole Face Lit Up like it’s Halloween
Any woman would bench him. One punch & I’ll end this round
I’m getting Lett down easy. He’s getting “I just see us as friends for now”
Got nothing but played and recycled bars - that really cements this herb’s fate
Forget Dr Who - this Tardis Taking us Back in Time whenever he attempts a wordplay
And Ghostwriters can’t help him against these beast mode writes
Sub Let for ANY Boarder… he still ain’t getting a New Lease on life
Calls himself “Young Simba”… I got a piece for this mark
& when he’s Running Into THIS Desert, it won’t just be Leaving a Scar
In a fistfight he’d get slumped too - dude is barely at chest height
He can’t beat me w/ bars, ‘Let alone w/ his hands’ - that shit compares w/ his sex life




vs Plot

Plot aka Robocop aka Dystopian,

Your haymaker claims are NOT true - start scripting an apology
I’m not 1-2 outliers, but you writing a single dope bar is a statistical anomaly
Gimmicky schemes and played lines, nobody likes this cuck
Only people who DON’T wanna Diss Robe are the women he tries to fuck
Mention his run on Netcees & this bartender might get triggered
He went from serving up Lime & Bitters to getting served on the Lime & Bitter
People come here to read my shit - you aint got ONE supporter
No-one cares what you Sadist, reading your verses is fucking torture
How you even made it this far remains a question, G
If you’re showing heart in text it’s cuz we’d rate yours less than three <3
Your girl says she quit carbs, but still wearing some extra-extra drawers
That’s not a Keto diet, it’s a QUITO diet - she eats enough to feed cities in Ecuador
& she stinks too bro. That kinda flatulence is past science
My wife got a Stellar Body… you refer to yours as a Gas Giant
I’ll stop your ticker w/ the taser. Too late to bring the medics
A big shock & ya heart goes out to it - have you feeling sympathetic
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Default AOWL Season X

Week 1 vs Blue Bayou



He’s early this time. Home from the bar - twelve thirty at night
He fumbles as he takes off his faded shirt and his tie
His stomach’s turning, - full of bottom shelf bourbon and rye
Now there’s a whole new reason he’s feeling churned up inside
It’s been a month since it happened. He doubts the hurt’ll subside
There’s a giant whole inside him where he’s missing his purpose and pride
He lays down in bed quietly, hopes he’s not disturbing his wife
She reaches for his hand. Damn. He flinches and turns to the side
“Talk to me” she urges. He shakes his head, murmurs and sighs
“You’re still thinking about that loss?” - “…Yes.” He curtly replies
“Baby, I don’t understand this. You can’t just curl up and die…”
He grits his teeth as she drones and her tone becomes churlish and snide
“…Like you don’t have family to live for?? We don’t deserve this, besides
It’s just a silly online tournament, it isn’t worth it to pine…”
His brow furrows, fists clench - knuckles turning to white
“… none of it matters, baby! No-one’s even heard of Blue Bay-”
SMACK! “What the FUCK did you say to me???” He screams in a furious cry
He grabs her by the wrists. She sees the anger burn in his eyes
“No, wait… I didn’t mean … Please, you’re hurting me Ry!”
“You don’t know who Blue Bayou is?!” - SLAP! - “You’ll learn it tonight!
Mouth off and it’s your mouth off, you fucking herb of a wife”
“Please, I don’t know what that mea-” “I SAID SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS DYKE!
Tell me who’s verses are fly, eh? – SMACK! – Who’s wording’s precise?”
“B-b-Blue Bayou?” she sobs. He answers smirking, “that’s right.”
“Who’s the fucking king of wordplay? Who keeps the personals tight?”
“Blue - SMACK! - Bayou!!!” she tearfully blurts as he strikes
“And WHO leaves his opponents in a FUCKING URN when he writes?!?!”
SMACK! SMACK! “BLUE BAYOU!!!” she shrieks in fervent reply
“YESSSSSSS!!!” he hisses as he frantically works at his fly
Then pulls out the turgidest five inches she’s ever observed in her life
Before she knows what’s happening he starts inserting it dry
Hurting her thighs as he grips them, he pistons without mercy inside
“GREATEST… OF… ALL... TIME...” he thrusts - each word is in time
His face contorts as he climaxes, body jerks and then writhes
When it’s over she curls in a ball. Covered in purple-ish blights
He leaves, while SHE'S left simply yearning to die
Weeks pass. She’s still too numb to be concerned with the why
All she feels is a growing sensation that her worth as a person’s declined
The woman who once stood next to him becomes a silenced girl who’s behind
Now she’s empty inside too… The vicious circle’s alive

Week 2 vs timeless



The jagged squeak of an office chair cuts through the hum of computers
Somewhere to my right there’s a flutter of movement

I don’t look up. They might be watching.

I never know when the webcam’s on, or when they capture a screen shot
But I know if I’m caught distracted my career can collapse into free fall
They access the key logs. Check my browser history, app use
Who I’m emailing and why, how many times I visit the bathroom
The monitor’s monitored. Phone line’s tapped - they listen to that too
The job’s a digital panopticon. Cell number iMac six seven dash two
The argument’s simple. They have the right to target this info
You’re paid to be here, they want to realise all your potential
Time theft’s a crime and it must be guarded against, so
They take simple security measures. Merely locks on the windows
My social media’s a wasteland, littered with perfunctory edits
Everything carefully curated to conform to the company’s ethics
Hand in every part of my life til I can’t tell where the puppetry’s end is
It’s not enough to be productive. You must adopt the proper aesthetics
My break is 11:05 today. Room C. It’s always different.
Two others I’ve never met before introduce themselves. John & Tristan.
I microwave my meal, taking two of my allotted minutes
We make small talk from approved topics, observing the proper limits
Even here, they watch and listen. They say it’s for our security
The scrutiny keeps us free from the freedom to speak with impunity

The honest worker knows that none of this is alarming.
Just keep your mind on the job. Relax. Big Business is watching.

Week 3 vs brokenhal0



Be not afraid, traveller. The sign read in cursive lettering
Eternal bliss awaits. Your spirit stands on the verge of entering
Soon to meet your maker. However, you are yet unworthy
Here you must remain until fit to commence your journey
All sin must be washed away before you can hope to ascend
In the godly rains of purgatory, your imperfect soul will be cleansed

Mortals had heard the story. They didn’t know it was first rate horse shit
Invented at the turn of the century after the birth rate soared quick
What happened to war & pestilence? Good old fashioned flood & famine?
Now humans were living long enough to breed like fucking rabbits
Michael had fucking had it. The caseload was a ridiculous ask
Weighing the souls of the dead became an outrageous logistical task
A backlog of billions waiting to be classed as ’saved’ or ‘damned’
How the fuck was he supposed to explain to them the massive delays at hand?
He’d scratched his balls, made a plan, concocted a suitable spin…
The fawning faithful embraced the lie, even called it a beautiful thing.

Michael paces the control room. “NEXT!” His timbre is thundering.
Paul, a simpering underling, pushes some buttons & fiddles with knobs.
The data finishes buffering. The image appears on the video wall -
A lone figure at a bus stop. “Right, what’s this idiot called?”
“This is umm… uhhh…” Paul scrambles to find what page it’s on
Lands on what he’s looking for. “This is David… uhh… Davidson?”
He checks his notes again, looking through them just in case
Michael’s nostrils are flaring. “What a stupid fucking name.
He looks too young and healthy. What’s this cocksucker here for?”
“It says he was cleaning his rifle and…” A raised eyebrow. “Dear lord…
The chamber was loaded… he slipped as he ran his thumb past
The safety was off, his kids were home and heard the gun blast.”
Michael snorts. “What a dumb ass!” – a special disdain for David’s type
Old enough to procreate, young enough to just fucking stay alive.
“And what’d this asshole do with his miserable little claim to life?”
“Well, uhh… He never killed anyone, never cheated on or shamed his wife…
He turned his family out weekly in all of their Sunday best…
… he was a big fan of the big guy.” Michael’s eyes roll. Unimpressed.
“But,” Paul continues, “He overstated his own importance…
When travelling on planes he was prone to claim both the armrests…
He’d hit reply all on emails when it definitely wasn’t warranted…
Waited til the front of Starbucks queues to decide on what his order is…
Oh! And one time, he called his neighbour a, “churlish cunt” …”
Michael picks at his teeth. “Alright then, I’ve heard enough.”

The vehicle approaches. Barbed wire on windows.
The sign on the front flashes - Next Stop: Fire & Brimstone
...
Michael arrives home. His thoughts pace an arrhythmia
He shrugs off his white uniform with the Arcangel insignia
Glass of Scotch. Fade to oblivion. Try to forget the job that he hates.
Angry. He flings his halo against the wall, and it breaks.



Week 4 vs Master Rock
Topic:
“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." - Casablanca, 1942

I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried.
We’d have fun for a time, but then there’d be others after her.
A odd kind of bachelor, I was what she’d been hunting to find.
She was younger - an amateur. Beauty unassuming and modest.
I’d been a long time in a dark place. Her touch drew me from it.
She whispered her desire. At first, so tentative and awed.
I brought her fantasies to life. She reveled in my charms.
And in the elementary warmth of a glowing lamp, holding hands
I felt the flicker of possibility… Of hope… Of chance…
But long nights turned to long days, and days became weeks.
She began to rub me the wrong way. I grew impatient to leave.
She wanted more from me. Inevitably, they all did.
She asked and she asked, searching for words I wouldn’t find fault with.
But solitude was my constant. And the bottom of a bottle.
It was time for our story’s third act. The argument was awful.
She couldn’t understand. And as she grasped for an answer
Tearfully she marvelled at my detached, dispassionate manner -


“I wish I was like you.”


“I wish I was like you.” - I’ll never forget how she uttered the line.
Sullen. Resigned. While her eyes accused me of cowardice.
I never felt so acutely as powerless as when that chaos flooded my mind.
It was sudden and violent. She never struggled or cried.
I hit her with a terrible force - never before had I summoned its kind.
In a thunderous silence, her body thrashed and shuddered and writhed,
twisting like a grotesque contortionist in the midst of a stuttering light.
It was… a metamorphosis. A second coming of life.
Mortal to indentured sorceress… No more telling her she wasn’t my type.
And as our physical forms dissolved I saw the horror erupt in her eyes.
And the vessel I was bound to sputtered and sucked us inside.
And she raged and she howled and screamed curses up to the skies,
til her voice grew raw and rasping and she said that she wanted to die.
But I couldn’t indulge a death wish, or grant her another besides,
and like I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried.
So we exist in uncomfortable silence, passing nothing but time.
Ethereal, our fates entwined. Waiting for someone to find.
It could have been another. I lose days to wondering why -
of all the Djinn joints in all the world, she had to come into mine.



Week 5 vs Eviction

Topic: “THE DEVIL IN MY BLOODSTREAM”

5 years ago…

He unloads a cooler from his new sedan’s roof racks
A giggling niece runs barefoot over freshly mown bluegrass
A few drinks. A few laughs. Cheers. He lifts a huge glass.
A long conspicuous gawk at the sister-in-law with the huge ass.
Too much, too fast; he downs another bourbon or three
Now he’s talking a little loudly, slightly slurring his speech
He’s ranting - a sermon to preach. His wife is embarrassed.
He’s growing argumentative, picking fights with her parents
She wants to go home. He says his stomach is sick
Then vomits his potato salad all over one of the kids


5 months ago…

His wife is on night shift.
He settles into an armchair with a peaty ten year old sidekick
He likes this; alone with his drink without her scorning
No lecture about she’s growing concerned and this is a warning
Two in the morning, the bottle’s empty. It’s OK, he’ll sip on some beers
He opens the fridge to find them and - SHIT! All six disappeared
That fucking bitch interfered! He turns the house upside down, panicked
Not a fucking drop in sight. He’s growing desperate now. Manic.
He grabs his keys and heads out. Finds a bar to ease this ripe concern
…Leaving his 10 month old son alone in the house until his wife returns

She tells him it’s over. He packs up his life reluctantly
He stays on a buddy’s couch a while. Vodka and sprite for company
… He doesn’t fight for custody


5 days ago…

The diagnosis was delivered after a bevy of scans
Cirrhosis of the liver. Irreparable. Very advanced.
The prognosis was the kicker. They gave him a couple of years
And less… much less, if he wouldn’t ease up on the beers
But his only means of coping is a bottle driven stupor
Every sober thought he has feels like an obstinate intruder
Two days and he’s back to drinking. He marks himself a loser
Scared and seeking solace in the arms of his abuser


Now…

The carpet is sticky.
A teal and mustard atrocity straight from the heart of the sixties.
He stumbles out of the men’s room, smelling of vomit and whiskey.
Dark ringed and misty, his eyes meet the barman’s. He orders a gin.
He’ll cut this one with tonic then go back to the hard stuff again.
A quarter to ten in the morning, no calling into work anymore.
Not today, or tomorrow, or however long eternity’s for.
The certainty’s more of a comfort now, knowing this all will pass.
He watches his hand as it reaches, trembling, towards his glass.
Expediting his exit from this existence he aimlessly nurtured
Passing what’s left of his life as a passive, sedated observer


Week 6 vs Adverse & Eviction

Topic: Provincial


I made my way down cobblestone streets at dawn, bow in hand
The cold and damp of night yielding to the morning sun’s slow advance
Peaking over thatched roofs and stretching beyond to the whole expanse
of the surrounding wooded hillside, dappled green and gold and tan.
I walked briskly towards it, boarskin quiver slung across my shoulder
Hopping fallen trees as I went and scrambling up moss lined boulders
My thoughts quite bolstered - I saw in the mud a cloven impression
Deer print. Potently fresh and heading upwind in a loping procession
I crept past the oaks and the chestnut trees. Feeling focussed, expectant
Assured, but under no misconception, - one faux pas and the moment was ended
I spied the velvety crown of the stag and closed in to close its existence
Waiting for the right moment, I drew - held the bow string in tension
The beast turned, exposing its chest. I saw my chance as it froze for a second
I smiled sadly, mouthed au revoir… and slowly lowered the weapon.
It would have been too easy. Unbecoming of my skill and my talent
Truthfully, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt the thrill of a challenge
I thought myself chivalrous, gallant. My walls were adorned with antlers
All I really hunted for now was the solace of the forest’s grandeur
I followed the river home, observing how its course meandered
Contemplating my own path and, as always, landing short of answers.
I kept my burdens buried below a veneer of boorish banter
All the village saw was the image of the hardened ex war commander
A hero. Adored and pampered. Surrounded by obsequious yes men
Too meek to breathe their dissentions - I was never disagreed with or questioned
You see how conceitedness sets in… but my status came at a cost
My identity and agency lost in desperation to maintain the facade
I hid my insecurities beneath a towering mass of muscle
Drifting without purpose through this town and its vapid bustle
That was, until the day that a stagecoach pulled into view
And the love of my life stepped out in her tunic of cerulean blue
A delicate face framed by tousled tresses, brunette in hue
With deep and dazzling eyes. I bet her name was Beautiful too…
Now, I’d been with a floozy or two. They were easy game if I’m honest
With my station and frame like Adonis I’d had any dame that I’d wanted
But it was clear as soon as I saw her she wasn’t some everyday broad
She was gorgeous, no question she was. But something more.. a je ne sais quoi
And when I heard her singing… well, of course I was hypnotised
She sang of wanting - more than a simple life, in that haunting chorus she improvised
I sauntered across the square to woo this magnificent creature
Brandishing a smile and a bouquet of hibiscus to greet her
I oozed my usual charm that left women a-quiver and eager
So imagine then my shock at her cool and indifferent demeanor…
Between agitation and elation, I smiled a wolfish grin as I teetered
Knowing this challenge to win her would only make the victory sweeter
Weeks passed. My passions didn’t. I stayed transfixed in her features
Burning for her… a sickness… I was held in the grip of its fever
So when she fell for another, I felt anger throb in my veins
And the fog of my rage grew thicker when I learned of his monsterous ways
I’d wanted to capture her, yes… but he had literally locked her away
And she now claimed to love him?! An obvious case of Stockholm’s at play..
I couldn’t abide this. I rallied some sidekicks, forceful with discourse
A quick march through the forest and we arrived with torches and pitchforks
I kicked the doors in, storming on inwards, straight up the flights of stairs
Up to the snowcapped rooftop… he was ready to fight me there
I drew my dagger against this animal. He snarled through crooked teeth
I leapt in determined - tomorrow was something he wouldn’t see
But in my haste, I slipped. Tumbled from the roof, mortally undignified
And as I fell to my death, in my head I heard her warbling a single line
Heard echoes of that siren’s song, that chorus that she’d improvised…
Heard Belle as she sang it - there must be more than this provincial life

Then I heard no more.

- Gaston


Week 7 vs Master Rock




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Marco trembled in fear as they lowered him into the grave
He imagined the stench of decay, - all around him, inches away
Fighting down panic, he gazed at the minister’s wrinkled old face
Unblinking and staid as the others as he sprinkled his incense and prayed
I’ll see you again. I promise. Wincing, he remembered the day
The sound of her choking sobs, prying tiny fingers away
I promise. One way or another. For months, his singular aim
Fuelled by white hot, lingering pain. Was it really ending this way?
Fevered words poured out of him, - every line he could think of to say
Knowing it didn’t matter; he had a debt he couldn’t begin to repay…

.
.
.

The dry summer air was infused with the smell of citrus
Maria wore a frown of concentration he’d seldom witnessed
As she carefully pulled the sapling from its pot and teased the roots
The method that he’d shown her that she faithfully reproduced
“Soon we’ll see the fruit” she said with the confidence and ease of youth
Setting the tree into the hole and replacing the soil that had been removed
They sat a while then. A gentle breeze tempering the heat of June
“I wish Mama was here.”
“Yes”, he agreed, “me too.”


They arrested him at work. Covered the exits and entered at the rear
Sporting ICE windbreakers and contemptuous sneers
The thin veneer of judicial review only bought him a matter of days
A final chance to hug his daughter before they snatched it away
Back across the border, he fought the urge to collapse into grief
He found a smuggler who could take him back – for a staggering fee
More than he could beg or borrow from his entire family tree
If he worked and saved for years he still couldn’t manage the feat
He did the only thing he could; became a dealer, started to sell
Amazing what desperation does to morals you thought that you held
It still wasn’t enough. He needed the money to develop quickly
He found a back-room poker game. It was that, or sell a kidney
Besides, he was good at cards - he had that sort of a mind
Or so he thought, before he lost it all with a full house against four of a kind
Months of work, gone in an instant. He was filled with anxiety, dread
He found a church on the edge of town, sat alone, and quietly wept


pours his heart out to the priest
Priest takes pity on him
Church’s cemetary has a special grave that connects to a smuggling tunnel *surprised pikachu face*
“Sent to the other side” wordplay
Priest says a prayer to send him off, Marco says a bunch of thankyous
Adios


Week 12 vs Soule']




She saw him across the bar. His stare was persistant, hard-eyed.
Tall, and lightly muscled. A hint of stubble on a chiselled jawline.
His smile was… disarming. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention.
A little chubby and kinda frumpy looking, she’d never liked her reflection.
And yet he was smiling at her. She smiled back - uncomfortably, thinly.
He sauntered across the room and stood in front of her, grinning.
He spoke. Was it something in Hindi? She hadn’t heard the language in years.
Her parents had never taught it to her (just as her grandmother feared).
“Sorry, I don’t understand,” she mumbled. Her gaze was avoidant.
“I asked you what your name was,” he said, with a trace of annoyance.
“Oh... I’m Sue.” She forced herself to look up from the floorboards.
“Hmm. That can’t be your real name. I bet there’s something that’s short for.”
“I - yes, it’s short for Sujata”. He looked satisfied. “That’s no wonder -
I knew you had to be Indian with that skin tone and bone structure.”
She laughed nervously. He looked her up and down with a bold hunger.
“I’ll get you this drink, Sujata,” he winked, “you can get me your phone number.”
She sipped what he ordered her. Feeling awkward and somewhat uncertain.
He boasted about being in med school, on his way to becoming a surgeon.
“You’d look so sexy in a sari,” he told her, “just utterly perfect.”
He slid a hand around her waist. “I bet you must be a virgin.
That’s why I like Indian girls. Western women are fucking perverted.”
She wasn’t sure how to feel as he delivered this smug little sermon.
It was true, - she had no experience, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t wanted it.
Wasn’t like she didn’t fantasize about her bed having added occupants.
And so, despite her misgivings, and the brashness of his ‘compliments’,
when he asked if she’d go home with him she gladly went along with it.
A short walk later, they arrived at his faded weatherboard.
Red light spilled onto the street as they entered through the heavy door.
He rolled up his sleeves, drew the curtains and snibbed the door locks.
Tattoos of Sanskrit lettering adorned the pale skin of his forearms.
On every inch of the four walls hung Hindu artwork in wooden frames.
The air was thick with incense, and another scent that she couldn’t place…
Her eyes roamed the room, paused on a bronze-tinted effigy.
She recognised the goddess Durga. Ten arms, all holding weaponry.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked, his voice dripping awe and respect.
She thought its expression was horrible, but politely nodded assent.
“You want to see my shrine? I haven’t made today’s offering yet.”
His eyes were alive with excitement, looking almost possessed.
“… sure,” she replied, ever cautious of causing offence.
She followed him to a red door, down the hall to the left.
Producing a key, he unlocked it. She noticed a droplet of sweat.
His voice was a high-pitched whisper, - “OK… go on in ahead.”
She entered the room, and froze. Felt the jolt of shock and distress.
Saw something resembling a woman. Surgically altered – grotesque.
Heard its agonised, faltering breath. The sound of its distressed moans.
Saw the additional brown-skinned limbs, sown, from armpits down to hipbones.
Comprehesion hit home. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest.
Five arms on the creature’s right side… and only three on the left…
She opened her mouth to scream. Felt a rapid, aggressive embrace.
Caught the acrid scent of chemicals as a rag was pressed to her f-


Week 13 vs Eviction



Fiery red head. You know that you want it
I look cheap but like I could burn a hole in your pocket
Take me out, touch my box, I’ll do whatever you ask
Show me that rough side, that’s where the chemistry’s at
Run your fingers down my body, pinch me, steady your grasp
Strike me. Over and over, until you get a reaction. Fuck
I’m burning for you. Losing my head in a flash
Breathe me in as you hold me and take your pleasure at last

But then it’s over…

And I know, - that moment never could last
Turn everything I touch into dust and embers and ash
So. You wave me out. A cold show of dismissiveness
I’m curled up, fragile. You’re there smoking your cigarette
Nothing more to give you. Used. I’m powerless now
It’s only a matter of time before you throw me out of the house
The flame may be finished, but killing the phantom is hard
Close your eyes and I bet you still see me dance in the dark
And I know when you look back, you’ll have a new attitude
You’ll see what you had in me;
That I was a Match for you


Week 14 vs Sinacog




1

You wake up in a strange room, no memory of how you arrived
The door & window are locked. No-one answers your shouts and your cries
There’s a pot of tea on the windowsill. Next to it, a pair of glasses
Plants and flowers everywhere, - some c.acti and arid grasses
You notice some shelving above you. Some post-its on the wall
There’s something written on them but you can’t make out the scrawl
What is all this? You wonder. Is it all some optical ruse?
You’re determined to find out. The question is… what do you do?

See what’s on the shelves – go to verse 15
Try on the glasses – go to verse 5
Drink the tea – go to verse 10


2

You see your hands tremble as you drip the sap on the picture
Hoping the c.actus’s liquid is some kind of magic elixir
The book glows, then intensifies into a blinding, dazzling light
There’s a deafening roar… you hear a c.ackle, a CRACK, then a silence
A sudden weight in your hand. You look down at a magical sight
The golden pommel, the jewlled hilt… ‘Excalibur’ scratched on the side
You’ve done it! You summoned the sword, just as the post-it said
Now to turn your attention to those other notes your read…

Drink the tea & eat the flowers – go to verse 3
Shout out “Eyjeyissagod” – go to verse 7


3

This option was appealing. You’re hungry, and thirsty too
But… Does the order matter? Which one should you first consume?

Eat the flowers – go to verse 6
Drink the tea – go to verse 10


4

In your hands you twirl the frisbee. The pattern is hypnotic
You can’t seem to look away…. it spins faster and faster, robotic
You hear a voice in your head, posing a puzzle of logic:
I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING... The tone is almost demonic
I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING, it repeats... What does it mean?!
It’s a riddle without an answer… “Impossible!!!” you scream
I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING - now less talking than taunting
You’re paralysed, despairing at this great philosophical quandary
I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING. Over and over, over again
You scream. This really wasn’t the way that you hoped it would end.


5

A lighthearted distraction while the gods are deciding your fate
You’ll die here or be rescued - might as well look fly while you wait
You don the glasses, check the mirror… forget for one long minute
You flatter yourself a little thinking you look like a young John Lennon
But as you turn away, you shout with glee at the spectacle -
It seems those sweet little spectacles make the post-its easily legible!
“A sappy sacrifice supplies the sword”, you read, still short of answers
On the next note, “Eyjeyissagod” … could this be some sort of password?
“It drinks the tea, it eats the flowers”, the final note instructs
Now… decide your course, cross your heart and hope for luck

Drink the tea & eat the flowers – go to verse 3
Shout out “Eyjeyissagod” – go to verse 12
See what’s on the shelves – go to verse 11


6

The flowers were beautiful.
You should have known to ONLY DEVOUR THE SUITABLE.
Now after hours of puking you’ll die howling, delusional.


7

“Eyjeyissagod!”

Your mouth tingles and warms as soon as you utter the word
The sensation fades quickly but leaves you somewhat disturbed
You hear a sudden, primal screech. You turn to the window to see
A flap of wings. The glass shatters. You get a glimpse of some teeth
The side of the building groans under the weight of its giant claws
Shimmering crimson scales reflect the pale light of the dawn
Afraid and yet awed, you hold your blade in your palm, considering
Should you attempt to slay the dragon, or bow before it quivering?

Attack – go to verse 14
Bow – go to verse 16


8

You cut yourself with the c.actus and stain the image with blood
Holding your breath, you wait… you hear a sinister buzz
The book glows, then intensifies into a blinding, dazzling light
There’s a deafening roar… you hear a c.ackle, a CRACK, then a silence
A sudden pain in your chest. You look down and gasp at the sight
The golden pommel, the jewlled hilt… ‘Excalibur’ scratched on the side
The blood is warm on your body as it gushes from the wound
Then suddenly, you’re cold… Your suffering is through.

9

Amongst the books you spy a classic: The Legend Of Arthur
There’s an illustration of a sword and… the word “BLOOD”, written in marker
Is this calling for a sacrifice? You wonder with a shiver
You search the room, looking for a knife or something like scissors
There’s nothing of the sort, but one thing does look sharp
The c.actus’s thorns are beckoning, - all you’ll need is one good barb
Poised to prick your thumb pad, you hesistate. Do you want to do this?
Maybe just wait for rescue, drink some tea… Would that be foolish?

Blood sacrifice – go to verse 8
Wait and drink tea – go to verse 10


10

The tea is demon semen.

Satan appears before you in the form of a Greek policeman
OPAAAA. YOU TAKE MY SEMEN. NOW MUST MAKE EVEN-STEVENS.
I SUCKA YOU DICK… You nod in meek agreement
It’s amazing. It’s too good. You can’t believe it, even.
Your mind explodes and you die, still tasting that sweet secretion


11

On the shelves you find a frisbee and a couple of dusty tomes
Observing the former closely, you think you see it subtly glow
It seems to be… calling to you…. you have an urge to twirl it
Should you go along with this impulse? Or not? What’s the verdict?

Twirl the frisbee – go to verse 4
Read the books – go to verse 13


12

“Eyjeyissagod!”

Your mouth tingles and warms as soon as you utter the word
The sensation grows stronger… you scream; suffering, burning
And as the flames engulf you, you hear a voice in your head
“…UNWORTHY…”, it whispers… you should’ve made other choices instead…


13

Amongst the books you spy a classic: The Legend Of Arthur
There’s an illustration of a sword and… the word “BLOOD”, written in marker
Is this calling for a sacrifice? You wonder with a shiver
You search the room, looking for a knife or something like scissors
There’s nothing of the sort, but one thing does look sharp
The c.actus’s thorns are beckoning, - all you’ll need is one good barb
Poised to prick your thumbpad, you stop and think, do you really HAVE to?
Does it have to be YOUR blood? Maybe you could use the plant juice?
Would the book even know? You ponder this all for a minute
Then nod sharply, committed. You’ve made your call, your decision:

Use your blood – go to verse 8
Use the c.actus juice – go to verse 2


14

It’s over in seconds…

Before you even move, the dragon knows your intentions.
You hear a monsterous roar the instant you go for your weapon.
Feel the furnace blast of its breath. Burning, - ashes and flesh
“PATHETIC MORTAL.” you hear, then jerk and collapse into death


15

On the shelves you find a frisbee and a couple of dusty tomes
Observing the former closely, you think you see it subtly glow
It seems to be… calling to you…. you have an urge to twirl it
Should you go along with this impulse? Or not? What’s the verdict?

Twirl the frisbee – go to verse 4
Read the books – go to verse 9


16

Gripping your sword, you kneel. Seconds seem an eternity
Afraid to look up, you wait… until you hear a voice, internally

ARISE.

You stand up shakily and lock eyes with the powerful beast
SUSTENANCE. It commands you… You offer the flowers and tea
It seems to work… ! You feel your grip on the sword relax
COME. YOU ARE WORTHY. The dragon gestures towards its back
Climbing aboard, you feel strange… more confident and light
You take two steps to the window and launch into the skies
Below you, only insignificant mortals in their T shirts
Leathery wings beat upwards. You soar into the ether.
Blood and fire and steel. You understand your immortal truth
You are the sword and the dragon. The dragon and sword are you.


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Once upon an evening eerie, when the sky was bleak and bleary
and I sipped some cheap and cheery comfort from the bottom shelf
Taking a toke of tobacco, suddenly I saw a shadow
cast there over the piano and my silhouetted self
“It’s the maplewood,” I muttered, glancing out to where it dwelled
“only that, and nothing else”

In such detail I recall it – it was past the prime of fall and
every tree that lined my lawn had lost its lustrous leafy shell
I sat alone then, grim and grieving, drinking well into the evening
drinking deep to cease the screaming, screaming in my head for Elle
For that sorry, sultry siren that I thought I’d loved so well
A conviction now dispelled

And the weight of what had happened in my burning, brainless passion
killed me – filled me with a sort of sadness I had never felt
So that now this outlined figure on my wall that faintly flickered
seeming only to grow bigger fanned the fires of my hell
“it’s the maplewood,” I echoed, drawing shades to break its spell
… and yet still the shadow fell

Feeling now my heart beat faster, I stood searching for the master
of this spectre on my plaster born of shade that I beheld
And on noticing its placement, I turned hastily, impatient
to the room that stood adjacent where I’d hung a head of elk
“just the antlers,” I sighed, then closed the door to break their spell
… but yet still the shadow fell

Finding neither rhyme nor reason, my assuredness did weaken
and the silence seemed to deepen as the fear within me swelled
For the foul, fantastic monster my imagination conjured
looming larger, fiercer, stronger, grew impossible to quell
And the phantom’s form felt foreign as of from another realm
yet… familiar as well

“Is it you?” I whispered softly, fearing something there ungodly
like some spirit sent to haunt me from the deepest depths of hell
But the shade seemed not to hear me, though I voiced again my query
so, succinctly and sincerely, I then simply asked it - “… Elle?”
This I asked, and heard my voice repeating back the name of “Elle!”
Only echoes, nothing else

Now I lost all my composure, - struck the wall, and shrieked for closure
Struck it over and then over with what strength I could compel
Fists so frenzied and ferocious, in the grip of a psychosis
and the beat of every blow was like the sounding of a knell
… like the beat of bloody blows with which I’d beat the life from Elle
Faithless bitch. I’d loved her well

And the shadow, so incessant, still is present, still is present
like a token of the essence that malevolence befell
And so far beyond redeeming, there my soul continues screaming
‘neath that shadow with its meaning as to mark me as its whelp
As the vile, abhorrent monster that no mortal man can help
This I am, and nothing else.
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Vs Burd

Laser aimed at your core, Ima let it air there square
Empty the clip til the beam comes out ya stomach lookin like a Care Bear Stare
My whole squad carry tools, don’t try to fuck w/ the king pal
Sega Genesis Sonic: Run Into those Animals & every one of them Rings Out
Wondering where your girl’s been? Ask if you feel doubtful
She’ll start w/ “this is hard to say” then tell you I gave her a reallll mouthful
It’s porno music when I call her phone, she had the ringtone changed for me
You been changing your Ring Tone too - at the salon getting your anus bleached




Vs NYCSPITZ

This guy?

I gave him a list of personals but his writing is obvious dookie
If some shit I brought up goes far w/ Spits, it’s cuz I’m hocking a loogie
Lost a topical to the warthog. Four-zero. Wowsers dude.
Y’all went toe to toe w/ rhymes and that little piggy went to town on you
Act like women like you but your methods are shady and sinister
If a girl is well disposed to you, you hid the body after raping and killing her
One minute in your topical league and I got props that’s bigger than you
Step here and I’m a strict parent: you can get spanked w/ this Discipline too




Vs Ahriman

Act up it’s endin in violence. Even buck at your friends if they wildin
Bullets roar through a circle - that’s the fuckin MGM Lion
You & your girl start bickering and she come straight to my dick for a ride
Funny she call urs a matchstick… where it’s a rough patch that box gettin hit on the side
Guy’s mug is a fucking nightmare, think of it late in the night
Got a noodle that’ll keep you up, no pool flotation device
Sharp said he had a chance here? Sooo polite. Total class.
Too bad Argon get his hopes up and find out it was only a Noble Gas




Vs Saint

Look,

There isn’t a problem here I can’t get the Draco to solve
When that ringggg light up Saint’s head trust there’s no halo involved
I’ll beat you in every category. That’s nothing but honesty fam
Your idea of a competitive edge is jerking off for as long as you can
At this point I’d be stunned if your phrasing was actually crisp dawg
Wp like a defibrillator - if what you say is CLEAR then it’s gonna be a bigggg shock
You’ve seen my name in every top ten - I’m murder with it sucker
20 years in, YOUR name still as Listless as your girl is when you fuck her
Bitch loves it when I choke her, always calling my dick boss
I got her working graveyard shift - she seeing stars when she gets off




Vs Resin MIC

Bring the G19 where you live, pussy. I’m taking alllll your cash
Fuck ur environment. I’ll pull the plastic out & separate the paper from some trash
Plenty bullets, Ima shoot those - let a few go if you don’t act right
Quit the tough talk Res… you let a Phew go whenever you pass a black guy
And the way you look at a Labrador? I could never trust you for real
Whether it’s cooking or fights w/ your wife – you got an Old Yeller up in your grill
Can’t even guess what she weighs. She never spent a day in gymnasiums
Impossible to give a ballpark figure when she’s the shape of Yankee Stadium
She gotta lap dance to pay ur gambling debts cuz you fucking suck at poker
Irony 101… she’s Grinding Bones for Bread and looks like a fucking Ogre
I’ll haggle on price w/ my shooters, but they bringing the 4 for you dummy
Roulette wheel: you dropped the ball..
& when a number gets settled on you losing more than your money
Okayyyy you champed last season but all you hearing now is hell nahs
Wasn’t ur first rodeo. But you could only hold on so long before you fell off




Vs Defiant

Ur style is hit and miss so good luck if you tryna advance, queer
If MY text is up and down it’s “I ReAlLy ThInK dEfIaNt HaS a ChAnCe HeRe”
Chernobyl fallout looking mufucka. You never balling w/ chicks bro
If you got the digits for something extra on the side, we’re talking a sixth toe
You’re fat AND boring. What you make w/ the pen’s awful
Verse the same as your diet is - eighty percent waffle
Hear the revolver BLAOW and you’re going down, sonny
I SAID THIS AIN’T MY FIRST RODEO. Yea that colt’s coming out bucking
Or I’m auto squeezing, even better. You’ll bleed forever
See me bare arms going BRRRRR like white women who need a sweater




Vs Dave

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Fuck text I’m catchin bodies and leavin em in vacants
You’re here to cement your place in the playoffs.. I’m here to cement your place beneath my basement
Nothing but trash that ur flexin’… But I had to laugh at that mention -
I nicknamed your bitch cement - found her wet, put a hand in & left a lasting impression
I’d never seen a wider snatch … like she allowed five guys at a time to smash
Had trains run through that British tunnel. Now she spread her legs like “Mind The Gap”
Pull up next to you in the whip... The crew got 4s to unload
My dogs sweeping your car - you get sent to the other side like border control
Anyone I’m in a bout with, I’ll outwit. You should sense the danger & leave
Bro my bars the same as your mouth is – creative angles with teeth
And I killed you in our last match. You can’t STILL think your writing is tight
With that approach, Ima ring your bell again... At this point it’s like riding a bike
Got the Uzi for your bitch ass. Trigger squeezing, heat pop
Keep acting Camp David... Ima let that Middle Eastern Piece Talk




vs Hush

Ur pops was a pussy. Never crossed the cops or resisted arrest
Only thin blue line he ran from was ur mom’s positive pregnancy test
Guys, his woman is hideous - I can’t even put sperm in the box
Not sure what fantasy world Vixen but there’s nooo way his girl is a fox
If I got a thong request, my girl wear what I say & give me brains again
If Hush got a Thong request, he’s telling the DJ to play It’s Raining Men
Lemme try to drive the point home: you’re really not gifted dude
When you try driving the point home you get a zero star Lyft review




vs Resin MIC

Smacking you back to China again is nothing but fun for me bro
Ima make you look dumb w/ the flow
Remind you of your communist roots - everything you produce just keeps getting publicly owned

AiYyOo…

I post up with OGs - get respect in the streets that I’m traveling
You post up with Oh Geez when you check in and see who you’re battling
Wowwww @ that champ match, you sure showed me your brand as a textcee
I mean damn bro, you really went after me… In the league’s standings the next week
Signed out like a butthurt bitch the moment you lost in that feud
It didn’t take a Pet Detective to know why a Snowflake was gone from the pool
You shouldn’t be in the playoffs now - wayyy too much of a princess
I really gotta question your entry here, like when your wife asks “uhh is it in yet?”
I asked her mouth or pussy. We can do it the nice way if you choose, boo
But if I gotta get the chopper out?
It’s gonna be tied to the fuckin back door gettin slammed like a loose tooth
She tells you everything’s FINE… but I’m the one who gives her a slick cunt
She gives you that mechanical bull but in practice gets off w/ a big buck
One more math teacher line I’ll send ur body back to China bro
Police like my worst students. They’ll never learn how to find the Slope
Matter fact, ya whole fam get clapped if you messing w/ the gawd
Keep talking & that auto reply. You’ll get the message when they’re gone
You were desperate to champ but sorry man, it’s not happening
Your league run a claw machine: started to pick up only for the prize to slip through your grasp again
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