Sup. (?????)

Garquin wrote:I saw crusher around the shopping corner.
and in his hand he had a very shiny Quarter.
yea yea fuck you bitch.
your so boring I went to take a piss.

Wow.



You have got to be kidding me.

You're fucking Elder Scrolls trash--my wordsmithing skill's maxed.
I forge knives that slit and spit any faggot in his tracks.
All legit, no hacks, to wreck some kid who hates blacks.
Come at me with Bman's bars? I'll leave you seeing stars.
In Bardia's wheelchair, with permanent scars.
I'll spit-roast this sex machine 'till he's blackened and charred.
You're just another retard, and your mom's a Redguard.

Easy.

ApocalypseVVolf. wrote:A little bit about yourself? Yes, I like getting to the point, and grabbing what's on the top shelf. Here we take in the vision, Eaglendia tired from the reckless whippin', lookin' for the man with the master inside, brave with ambition and dedication in his eyes. We all know how he got in his seat: he walked up to staff and dropped a cool beat. We all know who he is, been around since the slave shit, doin' the same shit. No doubt he was based upon his stuff, his bitches at his house screamin' "ruff ruff"! Green in his pocket, eight digits in the bank, when he walks by you say "this mutha' fucka' dank!" He was already at the top! He was only bound to drop! Now as he grows bored, he weeps at the repetitive chores. He seeks a predecessor, a protege, a member that will work day to day. It might be you, it may be me, but before you accept this challenge: You must open your eyes and see the man that you wish to be.

Uh, alright?

Kid?



All of that is pretty much true. That was nice, I guess?

I don't get it. Are you, like, complimenting me?

Garquin wrote:GQ: RUB FACE AGAINST WINDOW.

Trust me, you don't want any involvement in what's going on out there.



Welcome, everyone. I'm sure there'll be a few new challengers arriving shortly.

Can I get you guys any drinks?

Sure, a Callestria Old And Yellow for the man who blends into the color palette. We'll have that right out to you. And what about this fine red gentleman?

...Appletini? Sir? Could you try to order something less gay?

Spoiler:

snowwolf1996 wrote:SW
Walks in and takes the role of waiter serving drinks to the people who requested them...especially remembering the appletini for smk

Westhybrid 360 wrote:WH: Walks through the door and up on stage.

I bring you a rap to tell you my joke, about everything Eaglendia ever made, played or wrote. So listen closely and follow my rhyme, and I'll show you why Eagle, you're the punch line.

You're not a Squire of Sound, you're o' so far from it, and the beats you drop can't compare from where I'm strumming. And be it piano or guitar, I know you won't go far, and the fact is that you can't keep up with any song I start. Every note and every string, makes me music royalty, because at least I don't rage when I mess up one key.

Your story on the site is a mediocre act, and trust me when I say i'm being generous with that. You made some half-assed vids and hosted a game sometimes, but without SMK, what the fuck do you do with your time? You had one good game and lost even at that, because when G-Mod gets boring I guess the next game can't be bad. The fall of Endemic, spread a pandemic, and now you can't hold a forum game for more than 10 seconds.

So I guess that I'm the new king of Halo 3, seeing as you can never recover from you're R R O D, but even then it wouldn't change a damn thing, because it's 49-0, one kill away from winning.

Your gaming days are about to stop, the Eagle Dynasty's about to drop, and when I look all you got, I start laughing on the spot. You're a relic of the past and a shadow of yourself, no 1Ups left and your out of health. C'mon Eagle lets see what you can do, it's your turn to bat even though your about to lose. Only one more strike until you're out, the final pitch will put you down.

OW GOD WHAT WHO ARE YOU

Oh, it's you.
Not bad. I see we're going in the right direction. Let West be an example to you, gentlemen:

Yeah, that shit about Endemic dropping is true.
Good thing ten seconds is all I'll need with you.
You talk like a bitch, West. My voice shakes the heart.

Don't mention my rap sheet when others don't start.
You can't beat a man so incredibly handsome.
Think your skills are hot shit? You covered Party Rock Anthem.

You seem a little wound up. My seal is air-tight.
When you tickle those keys, I start seeing the light.
(He likes tickling things that are long, thin, and white.)

I could say so much more, just to even the score.
WestHybrid, I'd like you if you weren't such a bore.
Yeah, I've got games: unlike you, I can keep
a room full of users from falling asleep.
And insulting my Youtube? You must be blind:


THEY EACH HAVE MORE VIEWS THAN YOUR COVERS COMBINED.
My creative mind can find the sine of your obtuse view in record time.
You'll lick the grime from my boots when I lay down this rhyme.

A new king of Halo 3?
All your subjects will see is that one map on Sandtrap, say:
"Give party leader to me!"
You think you can give hints about my gaming days?
You bought Raccoon City, said "Yeah, it was okay."
If I'm out of 1UPS, then you're short on Revives.
Your hit points are low. Bitch, I've got infinite lives.
Why insult me, Drew? You're nothing but a hack.
Like the thief in Golden Axe, I'll kick your ass and take my potions back.



Easy.
I see you've got a few fans down there. Come back up if you want to get schooled again.