This is a rhyming game. Write a few bars (between 4 and 8 usually works best) then "pass the mic" on to the next. PLZ KEEP IT FRIENDLY. if u can try and tie in to what the person before u said. Got it? Great...
What's up everybody?/ How are you feeling today?/ We're going to play a game right now/ The rules, they go this way/ Just drop some bars, With two lines each, Don't matter what about./ Just not too many or too few Then pass the mic around/ *passes mic to *
Good so far, let's kick it up a notch/ The next person to spit better spit lines that rock/ The only problem I see is u need more bars/ Make ur verses longer, make them shine like stars/
I like to poem stuff/ Some of theses threads can be a huff/ No one better take a puff/ Before I can get the stuff/ Even though I'm not buff/ I can still pack a punch/
I'd spit a couple rhymes But all mine curse so I'd waste your time So I guess im outty Peace out before I get shoutty
No sweat bro/ Go ahead and let'em roll/ Just be nice to the other's flows/ I kno u got some self-control/ don't bash these guys/ Or else go home/ Cuz we are all friends/ If not, pretend/ We're just here to drop our verses, man/ Not to contend/
Pies are good Like they really should If i got the chance to eat one i would Wow now i really wish i could
Laughing hard. I know what inception means/ It means a dream inside a dream inside a dream inside a dream/ It means to think of what u thought u knew, or knew u thought, I think/ actually now my heads hurts and I just really wanna scream/
Thanx for the correction/ But could I make a suggestion?/ Ur only posting half a verse/ At most and what makes it much worse/ Is that nobody's helping out/ I know there are poets in the crowd/ Not that I don't like u serial/ But the lack of responses makes my thread way trivial/ please someone please come and jump right in/ Drop a couple bars and invite ur friends/
That pie can bend, Started new trends, Went was past the end, Now I gotta lend... Fooooorty twoooooo Dollarsssssss to Chen.
I gave my money to Chen/ Who looks like a big round hen/ But wait, it looks like I gave it to my brother/ But wait, he's from another mother/ When we go into town/ The chicks wanna go down/ But gotta tell em I'm bisexual/ But no, their trisexual/ Passes mike down
Wow I never knew u bisexual Imma pass this mike downd It wheys a pound I can make a lot of sound Don't tell em u a scorcerus Its a game of trust Don't ask me why I have no love For these mother foos I spay em with a hose
I bust a rhime all da time They only pay me a dime It's a rip off Then I ripped there head off I'm trying to stop them from breathing They trying to be leaving