OK So im thinking of getting into an epic rap battles of lol project that some of the other members on this forum are starting up. Possibly going to be the vocal talent and one of the writers. So i wrote my first one today, and will go into FL9 to make a beat for it soon and start doing some recording as a kind of interview. So ima go ahead and post this first rap here on my blog, and see what everyone thinks! Critiques are welcome!

Rap Battle: Cho'Gath vs Fiddlesticks
Intro: Epic Rap Battles of LoL!!!! Chogath... VERSUS.... FIDDLESTIIIIIIIICKS BEGIN!

Cho:

Welcome to the void, fiddlesticks,
I'm about to snap you like a pile of twigs
Cause thats all you are, a scare-crow wannabe
That cant even do his job, they flock around like you're their mommy
If i had one thought in my head
That you would be a challenge for me
I might bother with
Maxing my stacks of Feast
But as it stands im already head and shoulders above you
Run along kid, isnt it past your curfew?
I AM the monster sitting, lurking under your bed,
Screw the boogey man, i already ate off his ugly head!
Fiddle, there are stains upon your soul
And i find that perfect
Cause im about to smoke a bowl
And use you for your side effects!

Fiddle:

Take a seat, Rex,
Before I wipe you out
Like a million ton comet!
They call you the terror of the void, what a joke,
Ive seen you made into plushy dolls,
Fear, that does not evoke!
You think im afraid of you? Here, lemme show you the meaning of fear!
You better look to the skies, because with me, the end is near!
Cause I'm the Harbinger of Doom,
That means I bring the pain
Into each and every room,
Your life will never be the same!
I make nightmares come true,
And heroes never come through,
Seeing images you can't undo,
Im not the kind of monster you're likely used to!

Cho:

What can you do? You're nothing more than a wic
On a powder keg of failure imminent!
Try to jungle but you're clear time's a joke
Gettin upstaged by this classy bloke!
Try to take on mid, ill meet you there,
Trust me on this, you're unprepared!
Ill crush you like a house of sticks,
Use your arm as my personal toothpick!
I dominate any lane, AP or on-hit,
Making the enemy team throw a burning rage-fit!
A tank with no tank items,
Heavy CC, knock-up and silence,
What chance do you have, you scrawny little *****
Go back to champ select, grab a real player, and SWITCH

Fiddle:

Oh, please, you stone-age *****,
What could you do to make me lose, see
I'm the scariest thing that ever hit the rift
As soon as Ez sees me, he hits Arcane Shift
Yeah, Im made of sticks, but I don't need stones to break your bones
And crush your face, what a waste of space, a flat out disgrace!
I'll drain your life away till you're nothing more than a sack of skin ran astray
My crowstorm changes games,
each of my birds kicks *** and takes a different name,
They call me the demented crow herder,
Think its a coincidence that a flock of them is called a Murder?
You can't beat me, you're nothing more than a wussified tyrannosaurus,
mixed with a ******ed walrus,
In fact I'm on the phone with John Hammond, he's a blast,
He's on his way right now to shove a frog up your ***!