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BLitZeD Feb 2016
EG TEN /V.S/ BLitZ3D

ROUND 1

EG TEN
For the second time around, I won't be too gentle.// You turds can't rhyme for *****, soft as a noodle.// Get rid of that shirt, Wordman, do us a favor.// It ain't bad at all, its just, one size too little.// Ill break you fools in half, straw snapping like a scarecrow// Cowardly lion come out, Monster Smashed you innuendo.// The reason why you got passed by the first time around// Like a girl post some pix up, cut my **** in half, now u goin down// You and Wordman teams up, who cares! a pair of freakin clowns//

BLitZ3D
let um start off first, either way ur a representation of a man in a hearse /hurt um real bad n rubbed his face in the dirt/the pics that I posted was just a ***** in a skirt/sskkirrt! on this *****, like who you ****** with nerd?/ that's a ****** sweater what u talkin bout shirt?/ an what exactly do you think you rhymed off ****?/ ******* from the start, pulled out and drove straight into the curb/ Asian drivers man, they'll never ****** learn/ a coward vs a lion I guess my warning wasn't herd/ why'd you delete the first battle? you coulda reread my words/ then you'd probly remember to go again would be absurd/ but everyone loves a under dog, makes emotion go reverse/ cause then when you go under dog , the wears not even worse/ an no one teamed up on you,/ I tagged in and hulk Hogan lumped a few/ American Dream, elbow jumped at you,/ then to your defense, in ran gorilla monsoon/ the way I see it, the joker popped both of you,/ a heist on ur thread but that's just my point of view./ sights locked retical red, not a sound with the front mount/ knights drop, clown with a crown, and a jester in bed./ leave um slumped out/ /roar/ I messed with his head/ take my advice and this cypher ...just jump out

Round 2

EG TEN
Let um start off first? Now what the **** was that?// Your no king of the jungle, but a little ***** cat!// A blissful of zits in your face a sign disgusting// BlitZed does not show off his face an ugly duckling// My rhyme is in verse, so fresh with multiple gears on my Hearse// You can't spit for *****, so your *** be going in reverse// A fan of hulkamania? That **** ain't real brotha!.// I bet your next line would be "Hakuna Matata!// You ain't no **** Mufasa, your like that fool Scar hangin out With them ugly *** Hyena// I laugh at you BlitZed, I ******, I flip the script with my skills// Your elbow dropped not fast enough a straight kick up your chest!// This is SPARTA!!!! So jump on out! off to the next round// Welcome to the Writer's Creed, A true MC battleground!//

BLitZ3D
if this is Sparta then ***** I'm Gannicus,/ two swords in my hand while u attack with some shallow ****/ your **** right I'm scar and ull still bow down to this/ u wont get to far hyenas surround in the mist/ Hakuna Matata but theres reason to worry kid/ shoot um point blank an laugh as he say the dots are blury miss/ from his stomach out leaks guts an curry strips/ no lines to connect, his souls in a hurry, drips,/ out his mouth like his mom as she dines in nutty bliss/ bust um quick like his dad, his sister we both miss/ a cute little thing, deaf dumb n blind, snitch/ I think not, i broke her fingers, a tight grip/ dropped her leg and screamed Hogan wins/ layed on top of her and counted to three/ donkey punched that ***** in the head an continued to proceed/ so ask her how much I give a **** about writers creed //

ROUND 3

EG TEN
You claim to be a Marvel-Super-Villain-God-Like / If you are Galactus" I'm Lactose - Bacilli / Fermented like Lactic Acids what I spit!/ A genus of original but your just a make belief/ BlitZed please! step it ^ up a bit higher/ Your dealing with an oldskool underground ****** / None of that Kindergarten *****' of entry level / My words may be shallow but yet sharp as a Razor / Your write- wrist slice the veins blood burst just like a geyser / My word plays undefeated so try a little Monster / I sMashed your Baked Potatoe with chives a little butter / On side some bits of bacon a Cub is now a Lion / If you don't understand, im at work im eating Lunch / Im on break and wasted half of my time you little punk/ But its cool It's all in fun and that's what its all about / In a place full of infected A cesspool full of talent / Respect to my opponent a true Warrior of Poets / A Monster Mash Creator, A Master of Salvation / The bad *** Mr. BlitZed, Will continue this ***** later-/ Here at Writer's Creed, or where ever else you pleased/

BLitZ3D
A mutant, a radioactive contusion./My ***, gave it gas, now im ******* moving./Onto the end, the finish line, a ******* shoe in./Im new an, your old news, news i knew and /screws im loosing, as we pretend this battle im loosing, wrap it up with a few loose ends, /confusing, a thriving city, up an left it in ruins./Black cloaked, hooded druid, IV fluids, /Gat broke, firing pin, out i chewed it, trigger squeezed now, told you id do it./Ten teeth marks on the barrel, yea EG blew it./Face on some blue ****, stiff Elmers glue tip, /sticky grip, stick um up, Richy Rich, Jackson upper cuts, a Rampage, no *****./Bomb on the stage, chickens with no cluck./Took a bomb on stage, chicken heads, my ***** well ******./Salmonella poisoning, chocked the chicken, she likes it real rough. /In an out, left and right, my blade keeps the feathers well plucked. /Goose and a swan, I recognize no duck, bad luck, body covered up in the back of the truck./One G, no UN, i see, just me..no pun./Mission complete, no fun, grey skies, trust me, no sun.. rains not done. /Bars run from bars, bring the heavens down from the stars, impacts bombard/even from behind bars locked cars explode far, gorilla tactics, no holds bared, reload the AR/Re-roll a new cigar, as i retold, another page from Scar/12 bubbles Gage the contents of this unmarked mason jar./I know your popping some corny something, but i wasn't listening./Busy kicking it with Popcorn Sutton, drinking an smoking **** in the kitchen./These lines must be glitching, space-time the fabrics ripping./Physics are ******, i need a new physician./Watch as my feet move, roots grew planted in a quantum position./Like Groot, stomp um like a twig, raging tunnel vision./A ton of incisions, a gun mixed with questionable decisions. /A life for a life, changes nothing, for both sides the death penalty still glistens./the only difference is the same as this blunt. *****, BLitZ3D is still hitting. /Next time i roar a warning make sure you ******* listen... /
battle?
Im already bored with you
.....
I pulled a gun
And a sword you drew
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
angry men who do not know I do not have a dollar or a cig to spare. Ugly irrefutable contagion-handed howlers. Angry mischievous heathens that pantomime on 6:00a.m. sidewalk, Wicker Park gallow stop-sign, choreographed gutter-punk drunk walk. And of all he wants and could ever want splits down his gooey membrane brain in the outline of a noun shaped fragment of a clause, "Couldja spare 80¢ for the train," but of course I don't spare on the ellipsis or the period. Semi-colons I won't! My rubber-bottomed leather boots lash out, heavy scraping sounds trail this mirrored shadow half an angle behind me.

*****!! Blonde framed sunglasses from American Apparel, a gift from my sister in a folded Ray-Ban case is scattered on last nights bedroom floor, my girlfriend has certainly not noticed, the gloom-coated morning sun spray has not noticed; but I have unzipped a fissure in the ocular lens. My heart skips a beat. Her bedroom might as well have swallowed them whole. Now the house can halt and have the shade, swaying in Spring air in 10:22a.m. shadows. The aviator himself Howard Hughes would strike me with his 488 aircraft. Edwin Starr in his invincible sinister calypso of War would turn me round. I was sturdy as a rock until I began to forget my forgottens. These unknown unknowns I knew I needed. I'm over a quarter-century on to noon going nowhere- and quite blindly.

But then, still she could stand upright and find me. Her neck crooked, looking onward through the East, the gristly roots of rhubarb buried in her searching fingernails. She's threaded worse, and of course if I could just tell her- this is the kind of nursing which requires acute temperament and flexibility. I am thus on a journey to strike nonsense and fear from the idiotic vocabulary that put this nonsense in my head. Split through me like a butter knife into my apotropaic. Perhaps tar water could cure my ails. If not, certainly a sliver of vanilla would set me straight. Or if could just rain rain rain all day, then I'd make do without, but she is at school. My pistons are racked and nervous, and I'm not going anywhere but my rucksack stoop. I am camped in midwestern Spring soup. Fog, rain, and shade. The nightmare of day.
Inspired by William Butler Yeats 'Beautiful Lofty Things'
SemiHiatus Nov 2020
Ohh wow congratulations,
Finally, you are engaged with your one and only!
Noice!! Naah I’m not feeling anything,
Or maybe I am, I don’t know why my heart is heavy, I was knowing this from the very start, but it’s just I am not feeling good enough to feel anything!

Because I was waiting for you to realize that we can be back with each other! And hoping you to realize that you are losing someone who truly loves you and will never leave your side.

But you hit me with a shock of your engagement picture, but it has been only a year since we broke up and, you moved on so quick. How is that possible? I will never forget that day.... that hell of the day 16th Nov 2019! We broke up...! and, exactly one year, you are engaged with the girl I hate most, The girl for whom you cheated on me or, you cheated her, for me. Haha, I don’t know what is more accurate. Funny!

It’s not like I’m jealous or something, but you wished me in Diwali just two days ago and talked to me like nothing had happened, Saying “I was waiting for your message" what the hell do you want from me? Am I a toy to you? When you feel like tearing my innocent heart you do without any hesitation. You always do this to me, always messaging and showing love and care to me when you don't even know how I am doing, or how my mental state is. you always did things as per your, please.

I never complained anything to you because, at some point in my life, I loved you more than myself and also don’t want you to pity me for loving you this much..!!

But, today ill say my heart out and, I'll ask my heart out! They say people do silly things when they are in love and, so I. I don’t wanna say but, now they term it as using someone’s kindness for nothing and I did things which I’ll never do for myself and, in exchange What the hell you did to me? Did you ever thought of me as your girl? Did you ever loved me, even for a couple of seconds? or ever wondered what the **** I was to you? Just tell me honestly!

I am done with lies .. so please, at least today, tell me the truth. I must know the truth!

I don’t have any regret to be part of your life, and I promise I will not complain a thing, and BTW to whom you think I will complain? You already know... I had only one or at least a myth of having one..!! And that one is no more mine. Or never was Haha..!! So much confusion!

Lots of mixed feelings are hitting me up! And even I am unable to write this **** on blank paper! What I’m gonna do with this ******* life when I don’t have enough guts!

I know, I wasn’t this miserable any before! We were never at the same level, we had differences too like other couples but, somehow we managed everything up. And, I still don’t know where and when we started partying ways... I don’t know what I did wrong to make you find someone else to fill that gap. But now I don’t know what I am, who I am! maybe it would have different if you had told me it on your own rather than finding things like this, today, and also one year ago.

I can’t trust anybody anymore, and you are the reason! It’s still unbelievable you, you did this to me!

To be honest, I still can’t believe that you are already someone else’s, while I’m still struggling with my feelings! People think I am too slow but, I know, I don’t want to forget you and our memories, how happy we were with each other but, now it’s confusing, I can’t believe things have gone too far this early.  I never said to you but, I was too fast to dream about our future life of being together, happily ever after!

so it's hurting! just that!

And now there is not a single reason for being ***** like hell. I am tired of being a good ex-girlfriend turned into a good close friend. So today, finally, I am saying goodbye to you and my feelings. It’s heavy and, I can’t lift that weight! And Yes, one more thing..!! Please tell your friends to stop seeing me as a matter of gossip. I was thankful for their support in our hard times but, now you had made me pity object so, they check on me just to get entertained by my feelings, which is just not acceptable.

So, goodbye!
I don't know what I have written and I haven't checked the other errors because I don't have the guts to check this draft again but, I am writing this here just to get rid of my feelings and nothing else, as I can't send it to my ex or any other person. I was feeling miserable so I just wrote it down without any second thought!
nvinn fonia Jul 2018
godd iff this thing doesn't stop n continues i will  achieve all my dreams somebody stop mi
DCM Sep 2016
Here's a poetic piece of ***** for you my friends
Depression creeping into your life relapsing after a year of no symptoms while avoiding the fact that you don't feel any remorse nor comfort, hell you feel nothing at all so you sleep away your pain or find an escape in *** and drugs and alcohol but when it wears off after a few hours youre placed right where youbleft off, but please NO don't feel pity I've been here and I've been ThERE and no one helped me last time but myself so please don't touch me, leave me to drown and at the last moment, the last second, ill resurface, or not
Let's time stroll back to 9-5,
When we used to rock it live,
No time for jives,
As ya catch the beat hivez,
Baby, I got all of the vibes,
Rocking this alive,
And well and you tell
By the smell,
Of my cologne, let's get it on,
Young thick and strong,
Got these hoes sprung,
Beat on my chest like king kong,
They know I got it going on,
Remix with the fresh kicks, ***** copped
Like fresh drops of bricks,
Smoother than Rick,
So keep on talking ****,
Got lead to ya head, you'll be feelin' it,
Fools mad, cuz they
Women's rubbin' they *****,
They show me they ****,
Better believe I'll take a blitz,
Me and my crew got this,
You tell the temp, from the ice drippin'
Off of my wrist,


Now success crowded around me,
Feed the ecstasy, suddenly
Can't shake the potency,
Like Quincy,
Babygirl feeds me,
The pretty itty bitty kitty,
Tingly, got me feeling greedy,
Cuz I love the weight,
Or better yet the dough,
I know,
Cash on the floo, with liquor maxed out
Fo sho,
Delivers like a Tyson blow,
Repeat of my lyrics on a cycle,
Blasting on the radio,
High til it's cold in ya eye,
So why lie, I'll still try,
To get ya heart jumpin', pumpin'
Mad cells, as the crowds yell,
My name you know the game,
Is to be told, not sold,
Stay true to the ol skool principle,
Iceberg upcoming disciple,
nvinn fonia Dec 2016
help mi help you jerry maguire you piece of *****
Ministry of sciences.
Divorce me.
From my liveliness...
I supported
Notions of foreign beings
Coming to earth
Disguised and *****
as merciful
Or violent...
But maybe were alone
In this black swirl
Of lifelessness. And timelessness
I wish I was a rocket scientist
But cant operate rocket man appliances....
******* it Elton John
You sold me bad goods
Don't try denying it....
Hiding it
Or fighting it...
My mind is like Alcatraz
Some **** escaped
And survived.
But nobody's ever tried to
Get inside of it....
nvinn fonia Jul 2022
***** people are good i believe that **** **** **** *****
Vanessa Gatley Jan 2019
Drown
Upon
More
Pure *****
Erase right
To whom it may concern
When reading me. Choose to read the preface first. I come with a story. Though not at all rational. I seem
To leap off the page. At certain people and to others fall utterly and tragically short of worth. To some I am a joke. To others a marvel. To few I am completely genuine and forthcoming.
And to most a maze of elaborate discontinue.
I mostly worry about the readers that may interpret my story as grotesque or disfigured. Trying to reshape the way others may see it so hurriedly and desperately that sometimes I forget it was grotesque at times. In my experience one can only truly know him self by severing the bonds between him and society. Only than will he truly know himself. But it comes with a **** load of mental and emotional pain. Tears and heartbreak.
But to live with no secrets is the greatest gift God had ever given me.
And for that I will gladly face rejection from society over and over again.
I want you to imagine for a moment every body knew of every thought feeling and action you have ever experienced. Now imagine everybody embracing you for who you are. No matter the bad *****. You would feel truly blessed. *** we all hide away certain aspects of our self and eventually it becomes so routine that we lose our Devine identity. So no longer are you genuine your a juggler.
I've been this way for far too long. It's time to be real. No matter the consequence. If you embrace me for me. Than I love you right back. If you deem me unworthy than I disagree but I respect your opinion. Truth is if I keep up like this I'm going to die. So let's get real.
Just up at 4 am writing some **** about my life and how I need to change
what to write about
awwww finding your sexuality young

demons and urges, memory .....swept
the stolen youth
most lose, you ......kept,
thrills...... procuring forbidden knowledge
obscure to peers
till  they mature in college

i dont want to talk about this anymore
im not normalizing ****

this **** has been in my system for either 11 years
or 14, at least conscious of it for 11
they asked me all kinds of questions
i knew were just geared for me
do you feel spiders
do you get wierd tastes
do you get bad smells

i mean how the **** could i not know
you guys would bust out laughing
or say really obvious things ten feet away from me
when i had a wierd thought
or felt something wierd
now i go world wide,
its a great feeling isnt it

i mean my sister said ***** supposed to be the opposite
but i always try to correct the thoughts i send out to match
what im really thinkingn constantly  raging an internal war of dyslexia
and other mental addictions and illness.

i hear people around me saying all kinds of ****
and im always right about what there saying
were all up to date on the stupid thoughts
i have like my mind is a steel trap, or trying to do the voice match
or whatever the **** else
or the thoughts you guys get like placebo effect
or im not simulating things
or the goof would have
or whatever else
you guys post little obscure messages about my **** hoping to break through my walls but primarily just end up trying to hide this from me so hard that it becomes even more apparent
im not stupid or dillusional
i may know how to think like a girl but i also know how to think like a bunch of really cool other things
i cant even sincerely tell if you guys think im a genius or your laughing at me, and honestly if you knew how many times i felt like absolute ****, youd just be real with me
like it doesnt matter now if i know or if i dont
theres no way to suppress it anymore,

i know i transmit thoughts and feelings
i know they give this medication to the stupidest worst ******* people on the planet
and it effects them entirely differently
i know its supposed to go into your brains waste bins
and eventually peed out and **** out sweat or whatever
but for whatever reason ive surpassed the ten year mark
.........


i hope you guys know i still love all of you
no matter how many times i thought of ending my ****
i just want to be loved.
i thought if i made everybody happy i could do alot of good
but here i am.
confused about my sexuality
socially isolated and stuck in a town where all my friends are doing really bad *****.....
i mean i dont want to go in depth, but you know i know
i know you know

lets just call er good
nvinn fonia Apr 2021
some positive ***** here man playing the system like a Nintendo
nvinn fonia Feb 2021
man's will and spirit has always solved the fcking impossible *****
nvinn fonia Mar 2021
scared ***** less but i will live by god i m gonna live i m gonna live a long fcking life man by god
nvinn fonia Apr 2021
i m doing some positive ***** here man playing the system like a Nintendo

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