Let battle commence

Mr Magoo wrote:I wonder lonely as a cloud, and here Scott screaming out loud.
I hear him say help Mr Magoo, BDP is stabbing my poo.
I walk away in disgust, as Bdp is going to bust.

This should be nominated for ' Cultural Lightweight Poem of the Year '

I wander if we should put Mr Magoo forward as the next poet Laureate?

Reebok Trotter wrote:

Mr Magoo wrote:I wonder lonely as a cloud, and here Scott screaming out loud.
I hear him say help Mr Magoo, BDP is stabbing my poo.
I walk away in disgust, as Bdp is going to bust.

This should be nominated for ' Cultural Lightweight Poem of the Year '

I wander if we should put Mr Magoo forward as the next poet Laureate?

It has hidden depths - inferences and tangential references to indices of the human condition - a no-nonsense commentary on the ever-changing panoply of our very existence.
Unfortunately, they are very well hidden so the untrained eye may miss them.

Wanderlust you have me in disgust.

You think, you're big , you think you're hard, but really your just a big mard.

Aliens are real, and so are the secret clan, get that into your head you pig ignorant man.

You try to be clever, you try to be funny, I bet you are still waiting for the Easter bunny.

Anyway go to your room and sit on your bed, don't talk to me like i'm thick in the head.

scottjames30 wrote:Wanderlust you have me in disgust.

You think, you're big , you think you're hard, but really your just a big mard.

Aliens are real, and so are the secret clan, get that into your head you pig ignorant man.

You try to be clever, you try to be funny, I bet you are still waiting for the Easter bunny.

Anyway go to your room and sit on your bed, don't talk to me like i'm thick in the head.

So what's rattled your cage Scotty J?
Come out and say it (if you've owt to say)
If that's your best, then I'm still waitin'
Know me? You must be speculatin'
You think I'm this, you think I'm that
You think too much you stupid t**t
Lay off the weed and wine and coke
Before your head goes up in smoke
It brings me down to have to see ya
Spoutin' verbal diarrhea
I'll let you off this time - I'll pass
(I can't be arsed to bust yo ass!)

This time, fool.

Scotts going to get twatted.

Two against one, but I don't care, come and fight me if you fooking dare.

I'll start with you first Magoo, i'll blast you out in two, i'll make your head spew.

And as for your mate, well he won't even get through the fooking gate, he's a bit aerate, he's missing a slate .

So name a place and i'll be there, i'll be your worst nightmare, if you dare.

Obey by my rules, you pair of tools.

Dear Scott I think you've lost the plot, go and have a beer, you dirty big queer.
Go and roll a splif and stop having a tiff, you no I am right, so stop asking for a fight.

I've got some right good shit, do you wanna try a bit.

It goes right to my head, I have to have an hour in bed and watch Father Ted.

Anyway how's the wall, has it not fell down, seeing that it was built by a fooking clown.

I'm off now to watch Father Ted, see you on the Dinner thread.

Was gonna stay away for a bit
But then the fan was hit with shit
So I'm back now to tell my tale
So Take a seat while I regale
I don't mind name calling and having a joke
But some people's morals are completely broke
Which is the reason I decided for these words to pen
So I don't have to keep repeating myself again and again
Kane57 what a small man you must be
Your only happy in others misery
One more thing before my tea I go to scoff
Do the forum a favour, pack up and fuck off

scottjames30 wrote:Two against one, but I don't care, come and fight me if you fooking dare.

I'll start with you first Magoo, i'll blast you out in two, i'll make your head spew.

And as for your mate, well he won't even get through the fooking gate, he's a bit aerate, he's missing a slate .

So name a place and i'll be there, i'll be your worst nightmare, if you dare.

Obey by my rules, you pair of tools.

Dear Scott
I write because you got me worried
Deep in your ass, your head is buried
To think we're ganging up on you
Suggests a loose or missing screw
To think we plot, Magoo and me
Is just a Scott conspiracy
Along with Roswell, Princess Di
And Thatcher being an alien spy
We're after you? Your thinking's wrong
It must be something in your bong
That brings about this strange delusion
Causing you untold confusion
Relax. It's just a bit of banter
We'll win the battle at a canter
If you insist on being annoyed
The fact is: man you're paranoid!
I'll say just one thing though, just for fun
Your rhyme's a crime. Go home. You're done.
Remember this: You started it
I love you man, but you're a tit.
So you can chat until November
But there's one thing you'll remember
Owned ya, boned ya, never phoned ya
And now I've lost the time I loaned ya
I'm outta here to cut my losses
But don't forget just who the boss is.

...and it ain't you.

Post 70 is the best rap yet.

I give up.

i reckon wanderlust had the beat to STAN in his read while writing that, very well done!!!!