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Post by mmisk27 on Sept 12, 2005 9:21:30 GMT -5
So now the Mad Dogs think that they are all that, but the truth is they are just whack
I think those Mad Dogs done got Rabies, cause they're whining like a bunch of babies.
You can't play with us, you can't hang, Your hopes and dreams will go down the drain.
You can't win it Mad Dogs, you're missing the key, You simply can't stop us, your guys don't play D.
The Misfits will crush you, I know the truth may hurt, But face it sucka, you're gonna lose your shirt.
Last time I looked, big mouths don't win s*it, There will be a Champion and you ain't it.
The Machine is a moster who's quite underrated, He'll hit you so hard you'll be decapitated.
He'll smack your weak shots up into the stand, You simply can't beat him, don't you understand?
So you can talk tough and you can talk mean, It still won't save your a** from The Machine.
As for The Choker he's just so complete, You can't get the best of him, even if you cheat.
He does it all and I ain't lying, He beat you so bad, you're gonna be crying.
Then you dissed my boy Starbury and that just ain't right, Keep spreading those lies if you might.
All you're doing is making him mad, Gonna get the worst whipping that you've ever had.
So in the end you're going down, The Misfits are coming to rule your town.
So give it a rest and stop talking that crap, Your food must taste horrible after giving a rap like that!
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Post by phillyphan on Sept 12, 2005 18:57:57 GMT -5
This one was longer than the other, but I am not really feeling it like the first one. Kinda lost some of its impact as a sequel. More effort for sure. But the creativity that was with the first one is what got its points. This loses that.
2 points awarded.
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