Wk4/ Tim (3-0) vs. Witness (2-1)

[Born To Kill]

Ok, Gentlemen, week 4 is upon us...
It's a smaller group of participants this round.
Too many no-shows...let's see if we get more activity without em!

If reminding is needed...it goes like this...

Check in by Wednesday...or YOU LOSE! No exceptions...
At the time of check in drop the topic you wanna write about...
It can be about anything...this shit is about you, the person, you the writer...
What you have inside you that you wanna get out in written word.
Be it your shitty week, the story of you and your girl...
Your inner-most hatred, your ultimate adventure...
Whatever.
BUT MAKE SURE YOU LET YOUR TOPIC BE KNOWN AT TIME OF CHECK IN.
This is to reduce the chances of you waiting until the last minute...
Then posting up an old piece you wrote 3 years ago.
I REALLY hope you don't do shit like that...please write fresh, aight!

Maximum 36 lines...if you drop more, your opponent can request a DQ...
AND HE'LL GET IT! Please keep these verses fairly quick and easy to read.
That'll keep votes and interest going!

Due Friday, Midnight.

That's all, I guess...please tear this shit up!!!

Peace and good luck!!!
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[Witty]

DOPE!

check and good luck.

[Tim]

this will be good check

Topic: American Terrorism

[Witty]

Requesting a 24 hr extension....cool?

[Tim]

Yo, my dick is very steril, like Vanerial Parilysis
Like the narrowest of arrows, plus it's hairless and hilarious
I'm too poor for carrots, plus I can't afford a Therapist
Now these Paris chicks expect whips like Ford Harrison's
I know the Lord cherrishes our prayers in the Parishes
Learnig fairness from our Parents, while they're sharin' thier heritage
Like characters in Parribles, they had no inherritance
When they dealt with embarassments of declarin' Forbearances
Kids feeling carelessness, stealing stereos with Derringers
In various areas, dealing the rarest of Heroins
In the squarest of Barrios, running erronds for the Arians
Bringing terror like Marilyn's, scarin' kids from thier carriages
Sniping from the terraces, tearin' your Larynxs
But the speed of the Sheriffs hold comparisons to Terripans
With double barrels blarin', doing scary experiments
Preparin thier burrials, moving Units like Charriots
But in the age of Aquarius, we're earning merrits for arrogance
That's why these scenerios fail like Judge Clarance's marriages
Now our terror's apparent, when we stare at an arialist
And it's scarin' Americans like an Arabic Terrorist

[Chris Black]

Tim wins, 4-0
Witness loses via no-show, 2-2