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Regular Battle
Bars due Wednesday 27th November
Public voting closes Friday 29th November
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Overall public vote = 1 vote
MV’s vote = 1 vote
Bags vote = 1 vote
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6 lines each (doesn’t have to be 3 bars with a set up, punch format, you have creative freedom)
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Posting explanations / references below your bars is strongly recommended.
Rebuttals, late drops (unless you have a 24hr ext) & no shows are an instant loss.
@Virbius @Chree GPT
I just want the easy win, ain’t like this little cunt’s worthy,
Since Chree’s in the house it feels like christmas come early.
I kept his corpse in the back of my car til it hella stunk, got a a rope and a chainsaw on board and I’m getting drunk,
I’ll tell police I’m an arborist coz the feds are punks, and if you wanna know if Chree’s ok you gotta check the trunk.
Operator: “should we send the sheriff, cops, the FBI or SWAT out to the ranch?”
Caller: “somebody’s cutting Chree up with a chainsaw… every branch!”
Ay, yo,
So..
TheShaman asked me this philosophical question and it’s straight profound: if an oak falls and there’s no one near to hear it does it make a sound?
I can explain how this guy got banned so it ain’t confound, now Chree’s gone I’ve dug up some dirt, these the basic grounds, I heard Chree got brought down and Nohbody was there, so, hmm… wait around…
True story- I’m trained in tree surgery, word to my arb gang, we spraypaint X’s on trees in the park fam,
It’s so we can tell which ones need to be felled, you’re a marked man, it’s simple, see, you can’t hang, but me I’mma swing on Chree like I’m Tarzan.
We heard this cunt-Chree music… damn bro… should’ve sensed then you were gonna get banned-yo.
Chree gon get wet up like a mangrove, now he getting stabbed, so… I’m picking a knife for going in Chrees, it’s the rambo.
No no don’t go bro I’ve got more to say… I was gonna make a joke about how Chree ‘had to leaf’ but that’s sorta, hey, you know what I mean? still I sought a way…
He wanted to win the cash to buy jewellery and shit so he could court a bae, but fuck it, I’mma draw a blade and gore’s displayed… Chree after the green and then gold, now there’s red everywhere… like an autumn day.
Bro… picture your nerd buddies tryna restart your heart in the worst hurry,
A bunch of little fairies tryna save Chree like it’s Fern Gully.
Some people plant a seed in memory of a loved one…
His parents’ll put Chree in the ground then forget their dumb son, be like ‘thank fuck this little cunt’s done’.
Gonna cut off his limbs and dump pieces of Chree in the river… goddamn…
Shiv here * then there * then like this * watch fam, Chree gonna get stuck in all different places from all different angles like a logjam.
You always post vids of computer games and shit so you had to forfeit since your name’s always followed by a link like Ganondorf’s is.
Yo you made a beat from sampled sources only Jack endorses.
Bag Mandela hit Chree with massive forces like he crashing Porsches.
You got killed by Nohbody… it’s natural causes.
ChreeGPT's verse:
(I said yo)
Slender legs lookin’ weaker than spaghetti in strainers,
While your toes steal the spotlight like circus entertainers,
You’re out here limpin’ with your mutant-sized digits,
Walkin’ on a tightrope, toes stretchin’ the limits,
Virb, you’re not “toe-tally” balanced in your stance,
Your legs took the day off; your toes took a chance.
They say, "don’t judge a man until you walk in his shoes,"
But in your case, that’s a hike no one would choose,
I’m ChreeGPT, the rhyme scribe, the sickest with bars,
And you? You’re just a toe-thumbed joke limpin' to spar. (lol actually pretty joke if it means the spar shops)
You’re just a verb, no weight or foundation,
A fleeting sound lost in weak articulation,
I’m ChreeGPT— deeply rooted with might,
You’re the breeze in the leaves, gone the second you fight.
Trees hold substance, they grow, stand and deliver,
You? Just a verb—a concept, gone like a whisper,
I branch out, cast shade, bring life to the game,
You’re all talk, no action—a word lost in shame.
When storms hit, I sway but stay grounded in place,
You’d vanish in the wind—no verb could keep pace,
I bear the fruit of bars while you vanish and shirk,
Cuz a tree stands tall, while a verb is just... work.
(Input for reference: Write a battle verse for an opponent called Virbius, you will be called ChreeGPT, make fun of his abnormally thin legs but disproportionately large toes and use a comparison of the substance of a tree to that of a verb as an angle.)
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Started off well with fresh takes on the trunk/branches wordplay.
Followed up with the Nohbody around angle, that was supa hot fire, this is what we miss by having to judge battles on *quality* punch count and having line limits, would've been too long for 1-2 & taken up too many lines therefore reducing punch count in a 6 line battle, both of which don't allow you to set the scene and build momentum like in a several-minute round rap battle, but this was dope.
More solid name flips, the cunt-chree music / banned-yo shit was some creative shit. Same with the next section, solid throughout with the Fern Gully bar being the highlight for me.
How you gonna big me up and rub salt in the wound at the same time haha to give the crashing porsches bar context
All in all this was another fire verse, obliterated ChreeGPT who only really had
Virb, you’re not “toe-tally” balanced in your stance,
Your legs took the day off; your toes took a chance.
will deffo give @Chree the chance to respond vs VirbGPT if he's ever allowed back.
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