Text Concept Tournament #5 Battles & Predictions.

[Brayne Ded]

Since I'm going to rewrite a new verse for Shodan, here is my Amish verse from last round:

Thee wanteth not to hurlyburly me, thou art neith'r HUMBLE N'R PROUD.
I raiseth 3 barns bef're thou art out of sleep chamber, STUMBLING 'ROUND!
This is a mistake f'r thee, I shall easily defeat thee and has't thee FEAR F'R THEE LIFE.
Aft'r I murd'r thee, I'll taketh ev'rything. Coequal thy own BEARD AND THY WIFE!
There doth not posses the art to did beat me, sticketh to CHURNING THY BUTTER
or I shall rideth by h'rse and buggy and slayeth thee while thee BURN IN THY GUTT'R.
Thy v'rses art inf'ri'r, reading thy bars is to seeth how one WITHOUT RHYMES IS.
Thy punchlines art weak'r than me haggling whenst selling furniture f'r DISCOUNT PRICES!
Liketh thou did miss Rumspringa I'm about to wend crazy and putteth the CANS TO THY FACE.
Thou art the w'rst but grant you mercy f'r allowing me to ARGUE THY CASE!
Anon yond I've best'd thee, thee unf'rtunately has't been SHUNNED F'R LIFE.
Wait.. That wasn't very Amish of me.. forgive me, while I go FUCK YOUR WIFE.
Aye.

[Brayne Ded]

Since I'm going to rewrite a new verse for Shodan, here is my Amish verse from last round:

Thee wanteth not to hurlyburly me, thou art neith'r HUMBLE N'R PROUD.
I raiseth 3 barns bef're thou art out of sleep chamber, STUMBLING 'ROUND!
This is a mistake f'r thee, I shall easily defeat thee and has't thee FEAR F'R THEE LIFE.
Aft'r I murd'r thee, I'll taketh ev'rything. Coequal thy own BEARD AND THY WIFE!
There doth not posses the art to did beat me, sticketh to CHURNING THY BUTTER
or I shall rideth by h'rse and buggy and slayeth thee while thee BURN IN THY GUTT'R.
Thy v'rses art inf'ri'r, reading thy bars is to seeth how one WITHOUT RHYMES IS.
Thy punchlines art weak'r than me haggling whenst selling furniture f'r DISCOUNT PRICES!
Liketh thou did miss Rumspringa I'm about to wend crazy and putteth the CANS TO THY FACE.
Thou art the w'rst but grant you mercy f'r allowing me to ARGUE THY CASE!
Anon yond I've best'd thee, thee unf'rtunately has't been SHUNNED F'R LIFE.
Wait.. That wasn't very Amish of me.. forgive me, while I go FUCK YOUR WIFE.
Aye.