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Ive read through this and wasnt gonna post but....I am going to, this is the biggest pile of drivel I have ever seen on these forums, not because of the subject matter but of the fact that like actual "professional" rap it breaks down into slander and just general toss with a load of people bitching about each other. The only saving grace is that some people decided to make it a fun affair and hats off to Gilly that rocks! :D

After reading all that I only have one question WTF IS A FLINGBANG???? :p
 
Exentia said:
Ive read through this and wasnt gonna post but....I am going to, this is the biggest pile of drivel I have ever seen on these forums, not because of the subject matter but of the fact that like actual "professional" rap it breaks down into slander and just general toss with a load of people bitching about each other. The only saving grace is that some people decided to make it a fun affair and hats off to Gilly that rocks! :D

After reading all that I only have one question WTF IS A FLINBANG???? :p
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you're just not listening to good rap. there's hardly any personal insults in good gangsta rap - not like 50cent and The Game and those idiots
 
Sic said:
you're just not listening to good rap. there's hardly any personal insults in good gangsta rap - not like 50cent and The Game and those idiots
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sorry your right, but this is what this crap sounds like, but someone please WHAT IS A FLINGBANG! i need to know!
 
Sic said:
hah, that's right;
I be S to tha I-C, ain't nobody gonna ice-me
i'm white, smooth and clean-cut
your whole family's gonna like me
your mom, your dad, your sis and your brother
i'll do them all at once and move onto the others

AF, Sic, Mohinder; the ginger rap kru
you can try and beat us; even rap til you're blue
see, we got it goin' on; we got some skillz
you rhyme to have a laugh, we spit to kill
when ya see me in town, you think "man, he's got class"
but when y'aint looking, i'll stick my keyboard up ya ass!
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An eloquent aria, young keyboard warrior,
Verbose and incisive, but crisp and sartorial.
A wit to cut even the darkness of Moria,
You come on as hornier than a picture of Dorian.
A lesson to me: I'll never ignore ya,
'Cause when you think you're the victor Sic comes in and floors ya.

But don't get to cocky my young keyboard jockey,
You might test the best but you've still got the rest,
Gordy might floor thee, his rhymes are so bawdy,
He'll make your eyes burn and your cheeks will turn tawny!
 
Arcade Fire said:
An eloquent aria, young keyboard warrior,
Verbose and incisive, but crisp and sartorial.
A wit to cut even the darkness of Moria,
You come on as hornier than a picture of Dorian.
A lesson to me: I'll never ignore ya,
'Cause when you think you're the victor Sic comes in and floors ya.

But don't get to cocky my young keyboard jockey,
You might test the best but you've still got the rest,
Gordy might floor thee, his rhymes are so bawdy,
He'll make your eyes burn and your cheeks will turn tawny!
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you better believe i ain't scared of that boy
i'll break him in 2 like a cheap plastic toy
i tell you that guy, claims he's sexually grown
but all he talks about's shagging alone

i'm still not scared that i know he's from Essex
all that means is he won't pace with these tricks
i guess that's the end of this ostinato
wouldn't want poor Gordy getting covered in tomato! :p
 
Phantom said:
do one with a high five and mustard in!! \o/
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The HIGH-FIVE


Step 1...

Take you're average Friday night, you've gone out on the lash,
Downed a couple hundred beers and seen some tasty 'gash',
Whiled away a few good hours on Vodka and Red Bull,
Now you've got some dutch courage it's time to go and pull!

First things first, are you a man?
Do you have hair where only men can?
If the answers a resounding no,
Slap on some mustard and you're good to go,

Step 2...

Okay now here the fun begins but please don't be in haste,
Otherwise your efforts very well could go to waste,
I suggest you first go to the bog, and sit down on a seat,
Unload yourself of clogged up log, and get back on your feet,

Now that you're all light and breezy, in the butt department,
It's time to choose the victim to get back to your apartment,
I recommend a half drunk chick to ensure of your success,
Sober ones will cost too much, they're unneccassary stress,

Step 3...

Come on! Time to get all psyched! Do some warm up stretches,
You're about to become fully versed, in HIGH-FIVING wenches!
Look her deeply in the eyes, from across the room,
Stare her up and down to be sure she's vacant in the womb,

Now you hear those battle cry's, singing in your ear,
Charge on in and raise your hand as she recoils in fear,
Now this is not uncommon, don't panic, all can be saved,
Explain to her this HIGH-FIVE lark and she will be enslaved,

Step 4...

Your prey is finally in your grasp, you give a little smirk,
You've got yourself a 'lay' tonight for very little work,
Now you know how well it works be sure to spread the word,
Sing it loud so all can hear, HIGH-FIVING must be heard!
 
Mustard :)

There's talk about mustard, in its powerful little jar,
people want to be manly, so just pop down to spar.
Buy a pot of Coleman's, the best is what you need,
to turn into a real man, and not a little weed.

Slap on the substance and you will recoil in pain,
the burning is normal, it's all part of the game.
Let the mustard dry and then jump in the shower,
wipe off that custard, and come out a flower.
Now the job is done, and now you must wait.
Perhaps browse the forums, or go masterbate.

Pretty soon you'll notice hair begin to grow,
the boy is now dead and man begun to show.
Now march outside, with grin upon your face,
you're now a big boy, people must know their place.
People begin to laugh at you, the point you must have missed.
It begins to make you angry and to say you're rather ******!

You wrestle a random passerby, and now with them subdued,
you take one good look, and realise you're nude!
You run back home, with jewels tightly cupped,
there'll be no wench for you, to whom you could've tupped,
instead you hide away, embarassment in stead,
you reach for your computer, and start a new thread.
 
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