and fried his tongue
arunavi lay dead swimming in his own dung
captain erik, tossed out arunavi in his red cape,
make sure that ape meth wasn't tempted for rape,
emseed, meth and erik jumped out the plane,
into the pacific sea, the shit was insane,
situation was like arunavi's brain,
it wasn't looking too bright,
captain erik squeeled "i've stretched out my blue tights"

(sorry for all the aru disses just continuing from the story, and i don't wanna diss anyone else)

uncharted did you hack eboyds account lol

It is given that those who recieve,if the prose is believed
at best behest "less stress!" unless cross-dressed and pleased
weak at the knees filled with mayo and cheese
like the drive thru Ho tagged "Syslack, Mo" ill and sick as disease.
But if that is the fashion you're travelin' you can hog the whole scoop
Sounds like Taz in the class recruitin new ass to shoot hoops
Feel like a Bat in a basket of fruits
Hungrier than that to mute dispute so as to build and regroup
back to the Moral though its apparently lacked
if you transit with this team best be still in the back
Deviant Joes, unrefined minds grinding feverish flows
undermined spines from achillies and toes
understand time heals lest you're revealed as a Ho
under EmSeeds seed,soft and feelin it grow
if the tale in truth be told about how not to hold scrolls 'gainst the bold
fishers of men honour the pen forget minnows and go for shoals for sho
Some gringos love Flamenco and be cast'n' nets
Some faggots can't hook maggots....why they cast'n' it yet?
So whilst at sea i looked to the shore
Clocked E-Boyd and thought "what he fuckin him for?"
Bare backed black and sandy over steel on the shale
Crude spread close to my craft and i laughed "i'm savin the whale!"
E-Bee glanced up as he worked on the strokes
no doubt,water spouts and a voice from the sea spoke
"forget them the weak who speak though they be veterens,
don't impale this the pale whale fish... as bespoke by Led Zeppelin"
Now a whale ain't no fish or is it one hell of a shark
as the thick slick surrounded an emense white frame in the dark,
Fuck this! a whole basket short of a pic i nic
as the black foam boiled i recoiled from the form... The Moby Dick
EE's like "fuck shit that Dicks bigger than mine"
His victim consoled said "you fuckin it fine"
So he stuck him the swine
as i'm passin the time tryin to figure this bigger fish chattin in rhyme,
i'm scrubbin the grime intertwined in the brine
with a spash of His tail plunged and i sunk like a dime
took me down to the depths as fought fraught for breath
Floundered in fathoms sinking closer to death
Cold creeped the deep as i reach for a sponge
thick fluid filled to the pit of my lungs
what of my sons?
resigned to the devine my life all but done,
reclined relaxed in the pitch recollecting the sun
splutter and cough,i'm shakin it off
to a familiar scene ...placid
moral is this, don't take a piss
or Trip in the bath in dark on Acid......

(Long pause)

....Pillow/
Made of armadillo. No run of the mill though/
Said "what you open that sill fo'?"/
"To get my purple dildo"/
He fell down and then broketed his illbow (elbow)/
She heard a loud noise and he said "pick up the quill! Go!"/
She picked it up... And began to run off/
Tripped on the floor board. That's when the villain spun off/
The ceiling. She had an ill feeling/
That's when the villain saw the children squeeling/
The little girl... She said her name's Amelia/
.....

NEXT PERSON WHO GOES, YOU MUST RHYME WITH THE LAST LINE! NO IFS, ANDS OR BUTS (but maybe butts ) ABOUT IT!!!! Oh, and avoid using another name

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

lol that's got to be uncomfortable

"please take me to my home,
i got stranded when i landed
5 miles from my house blown,
on a factory of foam"
then in came a MILF, asked
captain Erik "you want milk"?
amelia is my daughter so what do you say erik?
he replied hell yeah gimmie milf milk bitch?
she said "Good get down and suck my dick"!!

it doesn't have to rhyme with the last line just continue with the story, this is supposed to be a story remember

Think about it. What rhymes with Amelia? The only words that rhyme with Amelia end with -philia (sexual relations with something). The word that best fit the end of that shit was pedophilia and you could have made something HILARIOUS with that or maybe necrophilia, or even make something up like arachnophilia (having sexual relations with spiders). But no, you fucked up the story

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

You really thought I was trying to claim rules to this thread? Do you think I'm that retarded? Lol! I wanted to see someone come up with something that referred to some sort of -philia. It was just an attempt to keep it hilarious. And now it's not hilarious anymore because of YOU!!!!

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

blunt....runt.......cu?.....pillow!!!........LMAO!!!!

Split minds to the square of hair
WHO called it Quadrophenia?
Not Cecilia Camilia or Ophilia
clearly she was nearly on the verge of hysteria
he drew nearer to her
Thought... would she fight or flee?
Splinters and blood from the gash on her wounded knee
she chose to lie and close her eyes
like right its night night y'all
Then shriek shrill to the grill
spilled the ooze... quill to the right eye ball
She said "sorry sir i write small"
"oh not at all"...He got the point
tru sincere she made it clear
though only could see half the joint
obsessed with filth despicable
unexceptable what drives these types of evil men?
with open hearts and growing minds
the kids they hunt are bigger than them.
In pain deranged plead the pede
the Lord to intercede to quash his needs
mercy swift as swifts on speed
God sped his breath bereft he ghost deceased
now to mightly muster
the muscle to move the mount of a man who disgust her
Luckily she could count to three
and with force threw the beast like a duster
"Dust this gutless,what happened to the big dog?" the room looked muttless
Stone cold still, then lowered 'dillos from the sill
mightier than the gristle sword the pen or Quills can kill
seekers of flesh thrills chill
no excuse to the mob that your mentally ill
exiled to finds childs in Brazil
The name now Rico hailing from Janeiro
but the gringo well shady shaved his head and let his beard grow
Fuckin weirdo..beunos suerta no past the Puerta and the slum kids made him bleed slow......

Added (30/Sep/09, 2:33 Pm)
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Erik man its all good fun....tricky though...i'm makin dinner,feeding my one year old,teachin my four year old phonetics and monitoring my seven year olds Jupiter project....this gives me the head space,appreciated.

Check back on the Fred Phelps isht.....naah mean?

PEACE!!!!!

Yeah, I feel you. Oh and LMAO! Going HARD at Bacon! to be fair, he's only 14. Just thought I'd help you out Taylor

Anyways, here we go:

So he responded: "nah, Phelps is a closeted fag/
Posits a Trojan Mag in a duffle bag/
Puts Vaseline in his ass while his cheeks sag/
Then takes it in the rectum by a black man in drag/
Sorry to nag. I'm getting tired of this shit"/
So she responded "don't get mad or I won't let you hit"/
This chick knew that she gave the best head/
And all of a sudden Kanye West said:/
Yo Green Giant, I'ma let you finish your rhyme/
But Popeye has the best spinach OF ALL TIME!/
He sat back and passed the bone/
He looked to the left and then asked the clone/
"Mastadon, how are you going to pass it on?"/
"I'm lasting long and clutching on a nasty bong"/
So now I'm about to pass it/
Give you the glory, you'll continue non-sequitorial...

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

anyways.........

after a long stressful day of dealing with bitching bosses
I sat in the back room and started counting my loses
Took out a swisher and rolled up some bomb cess
Erik stormed in the room mad spitting some nonsense
He said "I cant believe it. My girlfriend told me she's pregnant!
And she dont think Im ready for it. I couldnt stand it!"
I held out the blunt for him to relieve his stress
He took a deep puff and squinted, he was smoking wet!
I told him it was PCP and he became upset
He charged to hit me, I curled up but he fell in some nets
He shot up screaming, his face was drenched in sweat
He began crying like a bitch, sobbing "why u do it meth?"
There was nothing left..He smoked 2 3rds of the blunt
His emotions was racing like a dog confused on a hunt
He kept eyeing me and saying "I want u for lunch!"
Then he would get on his knees, licking the floor like a cunt
He pulled down his pants and grunted...and soon took a dump
He played with it in hands, scooping large lumps
Wat the fuck? this guy is nuts, he needs some help
I took a bat to his head until it started to welt.....

lol i forgot how fun this was