08-25-2015, 10:26 AM
Dr. McNinja walked into the small village. It was quite pleasant, actually. Though he was disturbingly reminded of the residents of the Radical kingdom, nevertheless the people in the town were cheerful and, frankly, strange. All types of people seemed to be playing around and working on improving the village, including strange voluminous pink feathery blobs and strangely hued folks. For once, Dr. McNinja wasn’t the strangest thing around. He was actually pretty normal here.
Speaking of strange-looking citizens, there were two grey-skinned boy-shaped-things that were causing quite a commotion in the village square. Doc moved closer to watch.
“Alright, someone drop me a beat!”
Dr. McNinja couldn’t resist. He covered his mouth with his hand and started the sickest beat he could muster. The ninja mask didn’t seem to hamper with his mad skillz at all.
"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"
This went on for a while. Doc started getting into the rhythm as this grey-skinned individual rapped along. Soon enough, though, it was clear he was running out of ideas. The other guy seemed unwilling to participate, despite his sweet rhymes just previously. Doc had to step in here. There was no choice. This was the only way to keep the battle alive. Dr. McNinja stopped beatboxing. He stepped forward into the center of the crowd and announced, “Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”
The man who was just rapping looked relieved, then started beatboxing himself. Not bad. Dr. McNinja warmed himself up.
“Uh, uh, uh, yo, let’s go! All your efforts to rap go dawk (dark) ! This mockery of music should bite on dis c*ck! You rapping wrong, this song is getting rocked! I shove my staff up yo mamma like Gandalf the Doc!"
Doc’s opponent looked alarmed as he dropped some mad rhymes.
“Yeah,” Dr. McNinja continued, "yo mama so obese, when she steps on a scale, it says 'one at a time please’! This oughta be a breeze, you sleaze! I rap better than you when I sneeze! I’ll bring you down to your knees!"
Dr. McNinja looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He stuck out his arms awkwardly, fingers spread, attempting to look as ‘hood’ as possible. He thought he looked quite cool.
“YOOOOO"
Speaking of strange-looking citizens, there were two grey-skinned boy-shaped-things that were causing quite a commotion in the village square. Doc moved closer to watch.
“Alright, someone drop me a beat!”
Dr. McNinja couldn’t resist. He covered his mouth with his hand and started the sickest beat he could muster. The ninja mask didn’t seem to hamper with his mad skillz at all.
"Alright! Uh-huh! Prepare to meet your wizicked death at the hands of my burning ill fires!
Check it
Yo Karkizzle why you all up in my bizzle, your attempts at wordplay are sad and you're just getting mad because I'm rad and you're a passing fad and-"
This went on for a while. Doc started getting into the rhythm as this grey-skinned individual rapped along. Soon enough, though, it was clear he was running out of ideas. The other guy seemed unwilling to participate, despite his sweet rhymes just previously. Doc had to step in here. There was no choice. This was the only way to keep the battle alive. Dr. McNinja stopped beatboxing. He stepped forward into the center of the crowd and announced, “Okay, now it’s my turn. Yo Hornz, kick the beat.”
The man who was just rapping looked relieved, then started beatboxing himself. Not bad. Dr. McNinja warmed himself up.
“Uh, uh, uh, yo, let’s go! All your efforts to rap go dawk (dark) ! This mockery of music should bite on dis c*ck! You rapping wrong, this song is getting rocked! I shove my staff up yo mamma like Gandalf the Doc!"
Doc’s opponent looked alarmed as he dropped some mad rhymes.
“Yeah,” Dr. McNinja continued, "yo mama so obese, when she steps on a scale, it says 'one at a time please’! This oughta be a breeze, you sleaze! I rap better than you when I sneeze! I’ll bring you down to your knees!"
Dr. McNinja looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He stuck out his arms awkwardly, fingers spread, attempting to look as ‘hood’ as possible. He thought he looked quite cool.
“YOOOOO"
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