Just so I don't forget anymore, I shall herein place some rhyming words I've thought of should I ever get around to writing a truly witty rap-battle verse. I love creative rap, and rap battles are always so cool, but inevitably they always end up talking about their dicks, and not creatively. If you're going to do something, do it right. Also, I've already forgotten several I had in my head earlier today and it's driving me nuts. I'll have to keep updating as more come to mind.

Egregious, prestigious, prodigious, facetious, fallacious

Verbose, morose, bellicose, so close, the most

Atrocious, precocious, halitosis

Moldy, told me

A-flutter, stutter, butter, nutter

Lather, matter, fatter, chatter
(Haha, Marshal Mathers lathers matters)

Paltry, salty, pultry, lofty

Each moment a classic, my word choice fantastic, I snap like elastic, while you're down on the floor
Your words are appalling, all stopping and stalling, no time for to calling, home for your mom
A small little mind, that keeps you behind, stop toeing the line, just get on the short bus
You're ride's almost here, let me be perfectly clear, you and your sneer, just go home, you're done
Your act's all played out, so you sit and you pout, or you stutter and shout, but you know you lost

Your rhymes are egregious, mine more prestigious, my vocab prodigious, while yours more played out (another rhyming word here possibly)

A myriad of images coalesce in mind,
as thoughts leap and twirl.
Like the wind, so hard to grasp,
fluttering in and out, up and down.
What thoughts betray my mind,
so cruelly out of casual reach?
Would that I could but rein them,
bridled to my ever-knowing hold.
So many important things lost;
feelings innumerable and weighty
eluding my every attempt of mastery,
my very need to know myself.
Ah, that I could so readily perceive
and, in so doing, express the inner core,
that inmost part which longs to be known.
Days pass by and I, unable to portray,
do consider myself a failure indeed,
bereft of adequate words and speech,
lacking full facility to incorporate,
with my inner self, all those I hold dear.
Alas.

Falls the night on lonely heart
aching in the bitter dark
forlorn cries the wayward speck
aloft for but a moment gone
adrift in currents chilled
drying tears from within

Frigid winds whipping at her skin
orbiting stranded thoughts and
revolving endless fears
Emerging from wounded soul
managing just barely to cope
in the midst of raging world
lean on the rock behind you
yell to the one who saves you

Can you feel the crashing waves, as tempest near abounds
Or see the burning skies above and hear its roaring sounds
Do you sense the weight at hand, malevolent in the gloom
As shriek the rageful winds and the crackling thunders boom
Can you call out, in the dark, as wild seas unfurl
Or will you be lost as through the twirling rains you oh-so dreadful hurl?

Tomorrow comes again, and what of it?
Just another one, burning through the fuel,
Killing time, wasting mine and yours,
Do you feel it slipping away?
Where are kept the days promised,
Whom is he who keeps them, and what is his name?
Time is short, and what of it?
It's as a leaf upon the wind, soon gone,
Adrift for but a span, twirling,
And twisting in chaotic madness,
Fated to crash and fade away forever.
Ah! If only you cared; cared more,
And deeply, I say, but alas,
How mistaken in mind of a moment I become!
Ah, to endlessly freeze them,
Every word, look, smile and glance.
But what of it, such frozen time acquired?
To linger and languor in what is not mine,
Molding over what-ifs and why-nots?
Oh, the cruelty of time's crushing embrace!
No escaping his deft tendrils,
Nor those of fate's clutching grasp.
Bewildering the brain, serrating choices,
Cleaving, even, memories from moments!
Smoldering and smothering,
In the times between, and now,
Pouring and pooling over the boundaries,
Boundaries we have set, have decided.
Black and twisted, bubbling, bloated,
And festering thoughts creep in to roost,
Fetid and foul upon the feelings;
Curse you, longings lost,
To wicked sickness upon the soul!
Be decimated and defeated I demand,
Obliterated from this place you dwell,
Be rent to oblivion sans mercy!
Mine enemy, be thou thrown,
To the wolves, to the fire,
To the endless fear and flames!
I would see you torn, shredded fine,
Killed forever in eternal justice deigned,
Condemned for crimes innumerable and vile!
For then would these shackles be unbound,
Loosed from putrid wastes that clutch,
Oozing poison upon heart and mind,
Endless assaults and sieges!
Fah! Call I a curse most horrendous down,
Down upon your twisted pate,
Fervently desiring your demise!
Be destroyed, enemy mine,
Be your feeble spark removed and extinguished,
Thrown out and stomped down.

The words burn deep within
but do not come.
Oh thou flow of endless depth,
come thou gnawing flames
and be quenched in fulfillment.
Oh, would that they would come,
that they would twine and grow.
Come, oh come thou flow!
Race and rush and run!
Climb, tumble and be frantic!
Come thou light and shine,
as I call and shout,
as I name and cry forth.
Tomorrow will come again,
and you'll be gone.
But before you go, come!
Let the words rush and gush
in endless stream.
Crawl and weave, if need be,
but do not stray far.
Duck and dodge, but oh,
come thou river of speech,
come before I fade away!
Oh, what hole thou leaves,
what channels and rivulets inside.
Come tomorrow, shall I be,
shall I know of thine voice?

A slight sheen of moisture,
beading in the hot sun;
like a light dew of perspiration,
seeping from every nook,
misting from every pore.
A merciless light in the sky,
beating down unceasingly,
calling forth, blazing ever on.
He sweats. A lot.
How he hates the summer!

Spake the wind and the rain,
blowing down upon the forlorn youth,
"Why look you sad this great day?
Why lookest thou so bereft?
Know you not the joy of
the wind and of the rain?
The joy we have been given to blow,
the joy to fall and to splash?
Has not your creator so given
unto you the same joys of life?
The sun thou hast, the calm and storm,
and so too the breath of spirit!
Be you happy and rejoice!"

Like a monkey, little Joey loved to fling his poo.

Once upon a time, in a little village, a girl.

Filled with remorse for his atrocities, Noran momentarily stopped whistling.

"I can fly!" screamed the future pancake as he fell.

"No you can't!" laughed the hungry and amused little crow.

The screams reverberated, piercingly, echoing madness; the dentist finishes up.

"What a pity," he remarked, "he did so love rhinos."

Face to face they glare unceasingly, challenging, baby versus rhino.

"Rhino? Really?" yells Spiderman, "Don't you know hippos *beat* rhinos?"

His face a mass of blood, he grins in triumph.

Gallons of bleach will clean anything, even this black sofa!

No perfume will rid us of this stench...your mom!

Will nothing we do ever rid us...of your mom? (sorry couldn't resist these last two)