battle

Here's the setup: I was texting my brother and said something that inspired him to respond with some rhymes and I fell asleep. For the purpose of this transcription my brother will be known as MC Superlame and I will be known as MC Main Tank Feral Bear or MTFB for short. As a side note i've preserved all grammar and shortening we used to stay within the 160 character limit of our texts.

MC Superlame: warcraftin wit epic mounts we're guild tappin. Raids fuh gold we bold endless years of legends told. My royal elf golam knight is tight, ya bich ass ded 2nite.

MC Superlame: This a battle son, you down already? (I was napping at this point and woke up)

MC MTFB: sorry your rhymes bored me... you cant afford me, mental budget soaring verbally sparring? nah shooting fish in a barrel my rhymes rip to shreds; feral

MC Superlame: yer rhymes weak mon. Yawn. Im like clark kent of krypton. My flows faster than yer speeding bullets, im 2 strong. thought u had me in a barrel? Yer so wrong

MC MTFB: ill be on that kryptonite killin ya mans like shit is tite, transformation, beast ya crew kidd after im done time for a brew. after these rhymes, rue

MC Superlame: NO man can stan' to superman! This a battle of talk and you brought a rock? I can rue-in you like saddam in iraq. Just a caged beast for the people to mock.

MC MTFB: you dont wanna battle i broke out the cage erase your face slaughter like cattle there is no cow level no witnesses the crowd is just fodder

MC Superlame: yer rhymes all the same... domesticated and tame. Once a dumb mammal, now yer perfectly trained. No match for this super-intelligent brain.

MC MTFB: super-intelligent lame, bookworm for hire. call me guy montag burn all your books with my fire. ten degrees below blazing maybe your situation is dire

(at this point i explained to him that guy montag is the protagonist in the book Fahrenheit 451)

MC Superlame: more like Farenheit four the incredibly dumb. Did you get that pun? Rhymin 451. Throw your book on the pyre, i already won

MC MTFB: haha pardon me i had to laugh @ that. your rhymes r stacked like my benjamins but you a square, tiananmen. so throw the towel in b4 u end up in tank treads dead

MC Superlame: I knew you's a commie, a book burnin nazi, filthy red traitor, send you home to yer mommy. Feed you paint chips kid, 'Boy' did you get THAT one 'Tommy'?

MC MTFB: r u a black sheep? would you siege my keep? i feed u quality rhymes while i get nothin but grime im eating rubbish like goat while u plump up in little coat.

(Here I mentioned something about it being hard to stay within 160 characters)

MC Superlame: lookin down at my feet at a fool that can't tweet, 160 characters taste like a treat. The brevity's twit, from the soul of my wit. Just ask yerself how do he do it

MC MTFB: only do 160 in the lambo i rite epics. brevity is fetid riting ish on my cell sideways. dont get it twisted dis aint a sidekick norris & i roundhouse u, so sick

MC Superlame: You're the norris, Im bruce lee. A victory you cant see. Just a dude in the shadows dreamin you could be Barry (emcee superlame's made a fatal mistake revealing his real name)

MC MTFB: i dream of devouring berries until i realize im awake, unhinging my jaw yor new home is shared by cake. i celebrated decimating an emcee fatality by mansnake

(Here comes the final blow to emcee main tank feral bear, his healers are oom and all his cd's are down)

MC Superlame: I throw verbal spears. Get over here! The black&yellow you fear. Whoopsie! You got swept by the footsy. Perfect! Finished him! With the burning fatality.

And MC MTFB went down a minute into the 9th round and the winner is Superlame by TKO.