ξι | [Dictated] Let's end this

[demonologist]

Do it now! If you can spare a few moments to focus your thoughts, now is the time to send the Slender Man packing!!!

[There is the sound of a commotion in the background.]

[OOC: Forward dated to a critical point in the Exorcism. Figured I might as well get it up now. If anyone's planning on sending positive thoughts, adding their own

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[hard_talker]

[Mark ... has been thinking about this and listening to the journal. there's a lot of chanting going on here, and the self-proclaimed Rap King of Paradisa has his own ideas. he'll pipe this in over the journal, and once the main beat kicks in, he proceeds to freestyle]You don't exist, you son of a bitch, and it's time for us to finish this

This tag does not exist))

[demonologist]

[That is just the awesomest thing ever and Wes is so buying him a drink later. XD]

much, MUCH later.

[hardonic]

eh
kind of a weak rhyme
but w/e it did the job

[hard_talker]

Hey, man, I said right there that it wasn't the dopest hook ever. I wasn't going for off the chain, I was going for the moment.

... Good job on not getting your ass handed to you, by the way.

[hardonic]

yeah i hear you
still
its called flow for a reason
its gotta come from somewhere
you got decent material bro you just gotta learn to fucking crank it

yeah thanks

[hard_talker]

I'd like to hear you crank something better on no notice, man. C'mon, let's hear how a flow-master operates.

[hardonic]

welp
you asked for it

[he clicks on some SICK BEATS.]

goin out to my homeboy SLENDY
rest in pieces you motherfucker

digging a hole for no soul your bitch ass rottin six feet below
excavating like indy with my peeps jess and mindy
slendy's deep sixed mixed with shit and dirt all in the
relative space your lips on my ass
gotta ask this part of the opus
damn you fucked up got the wrong castle in your grill
your rearviews cracked cause we go for the kill
cause hindsights 20/20 and you got none
no face no grace and now you dead son
no take backs bitch we aint playin your game
shame your fame be chillin with last weeks flames
old news cold bruise gonna fade away just a distaction a ruse
its gotta suffice if you aint gonna play nice
iced playgrounds got nothing on an ill flow its terminal yo
a hundred bros gonna end your weak shit so let it go
cause a battle aint won if you aint got shit together
and now you got dirt mud packs forever
cause if you fuckin with us better recognize
well fuck your shit up
so reprioritize

peace

[hard_talker]

Heh, not bad, not bad. The opus line didn't flow, but the fact that you had the sheer balls to USE the word "opus" makes up for it, so I'm guessing you figured on that the whole fuckin' time.

I think it's pretty safe to say that between the two of us, this place is so ill it oughta get a goddamn quarantine.

[hardonic]

hey fuck you thats one hiccup on a road paved with fucking gold

but yeah i guess were coming up on levels nigh bubonic here
next time were gonna have to break out the hazmat suits

[hard_talker]

Try standing on your head when you rap next time.

Hazmat suits? Totally. With parachute pants for full effect.

[hardonic]

no thanks
i talk shit enough
dont need it to run out the wrong hole

hey make it shiny and well be the next fucking mc hammer

[hard_talker]

True enough. Maybe the water drinking trick will work instead?

It's like that was my plan the whole time. YOU READ MY MIND.

[hardonic]

if my strict beats need a whippin ill keep that in mind

well shit great fucking minds right the fuck here
cant fuckin touch this

[hard_talker]

Too legit, and all that.