Why haven't I won yet, do I need to write another rap?

XD

Nah man.
I guess that's it then. I'ma read over all of these and then place them in order of which I think is best and see what Reta thinks.

I was gonna write something but I'm lazy as fuck...
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I see Modern and a lot of hip-hop artists rapping about their lives and such so I thought I'd give that a shot. Now please prepare yourselves, this shit's hardcore.

I see your gangster
I'm pretty gangster myself
I got a gun and a clip
and a pony on my shelf
And if you wanna fuck with me
Well there's not much I can do;
Cause my gun is fucking plastic
And sure Pinkie doesn't move

I used to take drugs
'Till I started freaking out
Every time I got high
I'd start feeling down and fucking out
So I had a panic attack
and I ran to my mother
she took me to a counsellor
And now I feel all better

My sex life is similar,
I've only had one girl
We fucked 39 times
(There's a tally on my wall)
She dumped me a year ago
I'd have been alone ever since
But for Palmella Handerson
And her five finger friends

I'm a terrible rapper
And this rhyme schemes gettin' borin'
This rap is getting lazy
and I'm guessin' it's showin'
I ain't from the hood
and I've got homework to do
My rapping's got no flow,
refrigerator


Retrospect

wouldn't boobies be pecs?

A private eye
Lookin for a case to dive inside
I don't drink alcohol
Bitch I sip cyanide
To free my mind
Or rather melt it while I dream of skies
And parting seas with thoughts of splitting Atoms and making minds divide

Expectionally skilled
With a million dollar bill
That I'mma take down to the bank and trade for a million dollar bills

So maybe I can buy my freedom
And star in a movie where god is played by Morgan Freeman
I've been hungry for justice since I was a baby teethin'
But inside me beats the dyin heart of a gentle heathen

I'm not payed
And I don't even rock no shows
If my music was on the radio I bet that nobody'd know
I think that uncommon warmth is the cure for the common cold
The devil tried to buy my soul but it was already sold

This ain't a rhyme, it's a victory rap
Fuck around in my vicinity and get your entity smacked
I'll sidewalk slam your punk ass until your spine snaps
Then shove you face first into a pool till you pass


I walk the ceilings while you claim the sky's the limit
I run game you warm the bench, they call me champ, you run the scrimmage
I'm fly as fuck, I don't play sports, I rock a broom and play some quittage
Don't question rhythm, just nod ya head and play ya part while I just spit it.

My fingers scramble cross the keyboard like a spider on it's web
And murder mics and screens alike as well as pissing off the Feds
Due to my ability to watch pirated movies while I'm in bed
And I prestige and unlock guns while my girlfriend's givin me head

Fucking sweet.

Which entry are you going with?

Yeah, that was a good rap.

Idc, whichever one can win lol

Well one entry per person.

Though it's irrelevant because all of yours have been better than any other in here. ... So yeah.

Time to be lazy:
Thoughts Reta?

(Or wait how was this being judged again? Man I don't even remember.)
Hey iMod you're in the event team, go check what we decided on. Please :D?
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By that I mean judging method.

lololollo

Yes ma'am.

So did imod win yet?