The two tribes gathered outside the George Street McDonalds in preparation for the third immunity challenge. The tribes were square at five members each, with Nathan Hoy leaving the game prematurely due to some of David McElroy's ribald antics.

The Challenge
This one is dedicated to my homeboy, Chris Maunder, who was the first to leave ASRL Survivor.

1. Write a 10-15 line rap dissing anyone in the ASRL. Bear in mind that a line doesn't need to be particularly long. A good rap rhymes to, gentlemen
2. Feel free to 'diss' me- I won't mark you down unless it's done poorly
3. If rap is not your thing- you may write a poem (any form you desire) dissing an ASRL personality instead. Bonus marks for inventiveness. If you can write a sonnet or sestina (properly) then mad props to you homeboy. ;)

Due Date: Saturday night

There's a hairy mutha fucka, left the league cos hes a sucker,
Never rooted once or twice what a fuckin waste of life
With a body twice the size of David Peachy's wife
Likes to harrass da women cos hes got no chance to get em
Tizaking half da space of da fuckin human race
What a fat fuckin disgrace!

Randell you ain't got shit boy
but one thing you got da tits boy
Randell u so fucked up
they should have shot yo mumma when she was knocked up

But u know whats da best,
is yo just fuckin pest, & all pests get fucked up,
cos people know dey all just chumps!

:pimp: Dat one goes out to all yall players out dere especially my boy whos was voted off da 1st week, M Diddy.
And you Randell don't mess wit me or I'll get out my nine a cap yo fat ass nooga :bang:

Sorry guys but can we extend the due date until Monday night? My net at home has shit itself (I'm in the Glen Innes library writing this) and there is no way I can get this done before then.

Sure, that's fine by me.

much respect to da man H-Bomb.

magro, u sposta diss some fool

pennys a poof, he likes to choof
on pure horse shit, no dat aint it
hes a wank, his smell sticks to walls
and he sucks dead dogs balls
hes something like maunder
doesnt know how to launder
his clothes all have holes
his sisters are dirty moles
he plays with his jelly bean
and i aint bein mean
if anything its complimentary
cause really hes just a fairy
he likes mens rumps
he needs penis pumps
but u know whats best of all
he was born from a crack whore

i aint diggin dat T-Dawg

(rapped to the beat of "Geezers need excitement" off the streets original pirate material cd)

We had the Wizard, thats little Nathan Hoy
Who ran out on the game when the DJ rubbed his Toy
In ya face kid, then ya game just hit the skids
Your a quitter, you swung but missed a sitter
Let your team down, in the quest to wear the crown
of survivor, give me time and ill revive ya
just to take you out, cos we hear you scream and shout
"its just not fair, Its DJs jizz in my hair"
You need a mentor, in ya quest to be a manwhore
mr Jiggalo, i sit back just to giggle yo
Your the begining, Bagunga lines are thinning
youll all leave, the black armbands on my sleeve

Im out Dawgs but not before you Wallabagunga homies
watch yo asses suckas and dont come to our side of the island

( Pimpdaddy C proceeds to Micky Dees for a quarter pounder and some Biatches)
:afro:

i Dig!

haha sweet stuff columbo. Raps shithouse but i guess a guys gotta do....

So hears to ya magro:

Waddup, ya fuck
You suck, with luck
she wont chuck,
when she sees,
you with he,
on your knees,
those moldy un-dees,
smelling like cheese,
and again i say please,
dont come asking for me,
when your down on your luck,
and your ass has been fucked,
you can go bleed on Chris,
he sounds like your bitch,
anyways, the Falcons are chumps,
so go fuck all their rumps,
their no good for this shit,
gonna get their ass kicked,
so try to understand,
that this is a demand,
morons arn't wanted,
can you comprehend?
I'm through with your crying,
im done with this rhyming,
rap is for suckers,
and y'all are stupied mouthafuckers

So when the hell is the country and western challenge Bushie?

Yo Eminel, is in the house. This one goes out to that sick motherfucker, Roger Bossert

Here is the story of a man named Roger
filled with crimes that can't be dodged y'all
hanging around outside school yards
being a sick demented predita
on the search for a kid who looks like Kimmorley
a boy who will feel pain in his ass sorely
luring them with chocolate and candy
they better watch out because Roger's feeling randy
so whilst I'm out there scoring with my girlfriend
he's out on a date, with a boy named Fred
But Rogers kids aren't the only chokers, that you should know
with his beloved Sydney Oilers, spending years Divy One
the good thing is the proceeds of this single sold
will towards the "Save the kids from Roger" cause

someone forget to tell g8 a raid that raps are meant to rhyme :P

Can't think of a 'music' type I respect less than rap - although country and western comes bloody close - but here goes ... here's Nath singing in the style of the undisputed KING of rap, Vanilla Ice, about the reasons he retired early from ASRL Survivor (apologies in advance for not using the words 'dat' or 'diggin')

Yo, Wallabagunga, Let's kick it!

Nath Hoy Baby, Nath Hoy Baby
All right stop, Collaborate and listen
Nath is back with my brand new invention
McElroy grabs a hold of me tightly flow
with his miniscule mauler daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? Yo -- I hope so
Turn off the lights and I'll have to go
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and my arse like a candle.

Touch me again and I’ll rush the speaker that booms
Your touching is killing me like a poisonous mushroom
deadly, when I smoke a dope melody
Molesting me like that is at best a felony
I don’t love it so leave me, You better gain way
You’ll never hit bull's eye, This kid don't play
If you was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it
Don’t touch me again as my DJ revolts it

Nath Hoy Baby Vanilla, Nath Hoy Baby Vanilla
Nath Hoy Baby Vanilla, Nath Hoy Baby Vanilla

Yo it's DJMaC here y'all. I'm kicking this flow, I'm kicking this flow and it goes a little somethin' like this...

If you'll take a comely man's advice,
From this rapper less black than Obie Trice,
You will soon find that it will suffice,
That I only mention Maunder's name here twice.
Who ist that started the thread about the smelly, green vagina?
Whose best friend accused him of having sex with a minor?
Whose middle names include Ian Hershall Ahmed and Mohammed?
Tangent; Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonned(ts).
He is found in between child molestation appeal retrials
Sketching amusing pictures of tropical fish and exotic reptiles,

Here you will find my rap coming to a close,
Mentioning shared genetics with Danny Williams's nose,
And of course his early Survivor death throes,
You will find Maunder's career will height in managing at Lowes.

If music be the food of love, play on.

Hey yo itz the Daddy Mac...
Big Mac.... like, like the Hamburger?

Throwin rhymes from da south of korea
there aint one foo here that wants to be ya
befores you had the 'Attitude' youse were a little chump
hitting the goon with Chris Colombo like it was da brothers rump
all da bitches on the block talk bout the 'lump'
first Hoy, den one by one youse gunna get the bump
just a little gimp from Coffs Habour who just doesnt say no
what your telling me uve never been caught off-side?
Fucking faggot

niggaz know the Boonta tribe be da illest
rolling blunts with the DJMaC wids wrap on my lap n ash all over me
whilst the M-Dog pimps Queensland *represent*
clown love to the ones we have lost

KeBaBz 4 LiFe
Mix Masta Mago
Chocksteadi Crew

"Who ist that started the thread about the smelly, green vagina?"

what the fuck, that was some other idiot, i was replying to him saying he was a knob

"Whose best friend accused him of having sex with a minor?"

lol sex with a minor? when?

"Whose middle names include Ian Hershall Ahmed and Mohammed?"

hahaha josh ur a classic.

You talkin to me?

You talkin to me?
You better not be.
You talkin to me?
I better not see,
You tryin to diss my club form
Or you’ll wish you’ve never been born.

Im Anthony Magro from the Falcons here.
My record prompts you to live in fear.
Deep, deep down, I’m a hard core choker
Capetown boys think I’m a joker.
But, through all that, I don’t shed a tear.

You talkin to me?
You better not be.
You talkin to me?
I better not see,
You tryin to diss my club form
Or you’ll wish you’ve never been born.

I know I won’t step up to the mark
Sydney will blow us off the park
Kimmorley will target old O’Davis,
Anasta will scream “PLEASE, PLEASE SAVE US!!!”
But CCF”S future looks too dark.

You talkin to me?
You better not be.
You talkin to me?
I better not see,
You tryin to diss my club form
Or you’ll wish you’ve never been born.


By Anthony Magro