Bard Arena

[Arckon]

You think you can beat the king,
Now you are going to feel my sting.
You dare try to trash me????
I'll get the hangmen to put you in a neck sling.
No one beats me, may Avo smite thee.
If not your death will be slow and full of pain
you will be put into the horse lain.
You cant beat me the master of ryhme.
The king of song.
It just takes time.
Oh and do every one a favor replace that god damn thong.

ps, fyi nec sling= nuse, just in case you didn't know.

[Eclipse]

dam ur good archon

[FableFreak]

You think you can rhyme?
I'll kick your ass every time
I'll smote you
and all you wrote
will be forgotten and in the dust
you sound a little shakey; are your skillz starting to rust?

You claim to be king
but all i see is a gesture
I'll inflict wounds that'll fester
You act high and mighty
but I hear the voice of a fairy
You bitch, DON'T EVEN SCARE ME!

[Eclipse]

but ur even better fablefreak

[LionHeadTex]

Arckon,

You think you are the king
And man, do you think you are
But you are going to slow
For the road to a real poet is too far

Your poems might be powerful,
About destiny and fate
But they are hateful
To the ones who despise hate

How do you trash a poet
With only a cent
For you too cant tow it,
You cant even pay your rent

With the farewell in sight
And the artistic failure showed
You cant have a fight
For your about to explode

[FableFreak]

Nice

[LionHeadTex]

Thanks

[LionHeadTex]

I dont really think you suck or anything...

But heres a poem for you fable freak,

You enjoy nukes, you enjoy bombs
You probably know osama,
And play online go fish with him via cd rom

Your life might be fable
But I believe its a bat
But your not hitting a baseball
Your hitting shat

Why bomb florida
Thats not fair
For me, the knight of poetic art, settles there

Arckon is a bomb, waiting to explode
But your just roadkill, dangling on the road

Florida shall not be nuked
In your nuclear playground of free
Because while I play my poetic flute
Schools out for your playground
And that, is surely

[FableFreak]

Why LionheadTex I am appauled
you have rhymes but is that what they can actually be called?
You speak of me having ties with osama
but you are an assassin
so cut the f*cking drama
You think you are so great,
are you calling me out?
I'll whoop you mate
Go home to your mama and pout!

[LionHeadTex]

Good One

I cant tell you I am great
Nor that I am a king
But Either your putting on some weight
Or your poems are leaking

See, your poems are creative
Filled with different words
But your vocabulary isn't massive
Try studying with a crossword

Your grave will reveal its message
Burnt and old
And with its utter wastage
This is what it told:

HERE LIES FABLE FREAK
WASTED BY THE RHYME
AND WITH HIS DISABLED PHYSIQUE
THIS MARKS THE END OF HIS TIME

R.I.P.

[FableFreak]

You say I have no vocabulary skills huh?
Your so desperate for words your takin rave pills.
Take advice from the purple elephant
and please stop your mumbling rant,
Heres your headstone:
Here lies LionheadTex,
his ryhmes as old as the T-rex
He was slain by freak
because he did'nt know when to stop
his will was weak
and may his corpse rot!

[Poppycock]

dude i would challenge one of u but my rhyms are to powerfull...THEY KILL!!!!!!

[FableFreak]

i'll believe it when i see it!

[Poppycock]

you'll be dead

[LionHeadTex]

Like WIlliam Shatner
And Keanu Reeves
Fable Freak lacks creativity
Which mostly just shows hes naive

Mumbling rant?
Poets dont mumble
But you wouldn't know that
Yout take advice from the bible

The purple elephant
Is nothing to me
His location, I shall give you a hint
Hes shanking the trix rabbit in a taxi

The rave pills I take
You know them too
For this might give you a shake
But I got them from you

Now all corpses rot
Once in awhile
But even after recieved the gunshot,
Your body was still vile