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I see dumb people
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Jtr
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Jack The Ripper
JTR joined the site under the name "headgames" at the same time as 2 other legendary members, Socrates, and 9th Degree, known at the time as "Mr. Big C" and "The Kid P-Dizzle". They elivated together and were always in the same crews together, naturally they formed a friendly rivalry. However Socrates and 9th Degree elivated much quicker then JTR did, and while they had just become top on the site, JTR was still getting clowned on by the vets for dropping like a noob. Finally he started to understand the fundamentals of text battling and elevated at a faster rate then anyone thought possible. That's when "headgames" created a new account, to represent his elevation, and so came JTR. He joined the 2nd King of RapVerse Tournament, and came in as a nobody, so naturally when he bragged that he was gonna win it all, no one payed any attention, that was until he blew away all the competition. He made it all the way to the finals as he predicted, but then finally lost to 9th Degree in an epic rivarly battle. As the tournament series continued, Jack found himself riding on monstrous form to the Finals yet again, this time to be outdone by SPuL. And his latest tournament form was shown when he tagged with the KORV3 Champion and made it to the Finals of the 3rd Tag Tournament.
JTR has never won a major text tournament on RV, But the fact that he made it to the finals in both the text tournaments he has entered, and the finals in the latest tag tournament, and still hasn't fallen off, is a huge example of his determination to be the best on this site. Although he hasn't won any tournaments, he has champed a few leagues on RV. Some of notice are the PLL when it was in it's prime, and the newly formed 1,2 Punchline league where he went 7-0 and won the title back before it was closed and restarted.
He has been known to not take some of his battles seriously, but whenever he is, prepare to get blown away by the lines he will drop.
But text battling is not ALL he has been known to bring to the table. He is also an exceptional poet as well. He has been one of the few people currently trying to revive that section from the inactiveness it has been seeing recently, and has a legendary piece in the forum.
JTR also has helped a lot of text heads along the way. When in TE he created a "Boot Camp" to help elevate textcees. He helped spread along the use of wordplay in their verses and helped people to try and think "outside the box" while coming up with concepts. He was also one of the few members involved in the "Domination of '05" era on RV, when the entire year, all over the site was dominated by only a select group of battlers.
Here are a couple of his verses......
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Originally Posted by Jack The Ripper vs. Robkilla
Rob aint got the skills.. i'm smackin' wimps..
You aint a Natural,Killa.. but you are as wack as him.
Check this jackasses pic.. no one's looking as wack as Rob..
If Shrek ever needs a new donkey he gon' hire ya ass for the job.
Dawg.. that's and ugly bitch.. i'm smashin' wit blows..
Her cone shaped chin could stop traffic on roads.
This baffling hoe's got bags under her eyes.. i'd creep right by her..
but if I was dating you I wouldn't be able to sleep at night either.
She lets freaks ride her.. whore.. that's what she's handy for..
Bitch has enough gum ontop of her teeth to open a candy store.
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Originally Posted by Jack The Ripper vs. Mets & Username
Mets
Holy shit?
You're a problem to child labor, but here's what I just can't get
How many chinese kids did it take to fabricate a brim wider then ya fat head?!
F'real, you'll prolly duck the challenge, cuz you know you fear me
And i'd call you out, but you got no fucking ears so I doubt you'd hear me
Pout with tears b, cuz your features don't suit you, watch me wreck this
Cuz those beady fucking eyes'd only look decent on a necklace
So respect this, fuck Mets shit... he'll die when i'm rippin' him
And your pics are so fuckin' small that i'm suprised you fit in them!
Username
I'll keep a few feet back, I don't wanna be a black and blue disaster
Cuz those mutton chops could probably beat the shit out of a kung-fu master
HA, you fucking joking Pinnochio? No doubt ima nail him
That killer triangle ya nose forms makes Bermuda's look safe to sail in
In this you'll fail bitch... then get sonned, like an orphan, kid
Those caterpillar eyebrows look like they're going through metamorphisis
I'm whoring kids, and i'm giving these lames a fight
You rocked the goatee and now farm animals are ashamed for life!
BITCHEZ!
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Here are a couple of his poems......
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Originally Posted by Jack
Dr. Bob
Well hello to you too
How do you do?
My name is Dr. Bob
So you want to know what I do?
Please, allow me to describe my job…
You see, I’m a doctor of psychiatry
I also have a degree in pharmacology
And a PHD in psychology
Quite successful credentials if I may say so myself
And these credentials got me a job in an institute for mentals
Hell, I know it’s not the best place but it sure pays well
It’s simple; I give out pills to patients
And keep track of their health
But let me tell you, some are a bit crazy
This man Mr. Morgan often thinks he’s someone else
He’s a schizo with a split personality
Hopefully medication brings that to an end
He once thought himself to be a baby
And often talks to his imaginary friends
And Mr. Jackson, well he’s quite the cuckoo
He’s never acted but thinks he used to
And commonly makes the mistake
Of mistaking a table for a stage
He gets up usually with an ear of corn
Then thanks the lord
And thanks the entire institute for the Oscar award
It’s hysterically absurd
And Mr. Smith is usually shy
Until he randomly waves his arms like a bird in the sky
Frantically hopping around trying to fly
And Mr. Jefferson, he’s an old war vet
But the sad thing is
He doesn’t know he’s out of the war yet
We casually find him behind the TV with a pot on his head
Ducking for cover from the shrapnel
And the nurses assume they’ll aid by playing along
He gives them a broom and tells them it’s a rifle
Then throws a tomato grenade at the Vietcong
So you may think it’s an odd job
But my life is actually quite stable
And hey
At least it brings food to the table every day
Then again, it also gives me a mansion on Lexington Street
House 510
And keys to a couple cars in the drive way
A Mercedes Benz and Porsche 911
Now I bet you wish you were me
Because I can afford to buy my wife Helen overpriced jewelry
And my angel deserves it, I’m so glad I got her
Every Friday night I take her out for expensive dinner
So she can try on that red dress I recently bought her
Helen’s amazing; she’s one to keep
And when we arrive home from dinner, and the kids are asleep
She’ll model the expensive black lingerie
And the professional gardener I hired keeps the lawn great
And my kids, Vanessa, Sam, and Peter, I spoil them
I just bought Peter a brand new home theatre system
And I have more then enough money to pay their college tuition
Peter’s the oldest of the bunch, he’s 18
Pretty soon he’ll be going away
He got just got a baseball scholarship to UCLA
He’ll stay in dorm room 307
And 10-year-old Sam wants to be like his brother when he’s older
He’s also great; I came to see each of his home games
He plays at the field on Flask Street
I watched little Sammy hit his first home run last week
And my daughter Vanessa, she’s my little princess
For her 14th birthday I bought her a pink dress
August 23rd, this time I didn’t forget
I did exactly what she told me
And showed up to her party with a white pony
And even though her 78 friends dirtied the house
I didn’t stress
Because I just got my maid to clean the mess
Then got my bartender to make some dry martinis
And had them brought to me by the butler
And ordered the chef to make the birthday dinner
We had Lobster that night, and for heavens sake
We had one big whopper of a cake
Yes, life is good when you’re Dr. Bob
But to tell you the truth man
It’s a rather tiring job
But someone has to do it
I think I just I ought to take a vacation
Probably somewhere down south too…
“Knock, knock.”
“Mr. Morgan, it’s time to take your medication.”
Oh, why hello Dr. Bob, we were just talking about you
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Originally Posted by Jack The Ripper
The Door
I stand observing this large door
Composed of stainless steel and locks galore
Perhaps with a reinforced hard core
Contemplating whether or not I should go hardcore
And blow it into shards all over this hard floor
I've mastered explosives down to an artform
But alas, this door seems to be thick, 7 feet in height
Probably immune to the blast of a stick of dynamite
But if I rig it right it just might blow
You never know... here it goes
*BANG*
Damn, so much for that plan
I had a feeling it wouldn't stand a fat chance
Maybe I should try again with this gas can
*BANG*
Well that didn't work ofcourse
I guess I should use finesse instead of brute force
It's said the pen is mightier then the sword
Unless he who holds the pen does not know how to write
Then again,
he who wields the sword may not know how to fight
Though in this case subtlety should work right
The door is locked...
Therefore there must be a way to unlock it
Perhaps I could use my lock pick?
You can say i'm some what of a lock smith
Here it goes...
...shit, I didn't hear the lock click
Think,
think,
think!
If explosives and lock picks didn't do the job
Then perhaps maybe I should just turn the knob...
...ah yes, that worked, on I go
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Last edited by Jack : 08-22-06 at 01:50 PM.
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