Instigator / Pro
16
1266
rating
119
debates
15.97%
won
Topic

Alliteration Battle

Status
Finished

All stages have been completed. The voting points distribution and the result are presented below.

Arguments points
6
9
Sources points
6
8
Spelling and grammar points
3
4
Conduct points
1
4

With 4 votes and 9 points ahead, the winner is ...

RationalMadman
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Publication date
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Category
Miscellaneous
Time for argument
Three days
Voting system
Open voting
Voting period
One week
Point system
Four points
Rating mode
Rated
Characters per argument
30,000
Contender / Con
25
1687
rating
301
debates
67.11%
won
Description
~ 0 / 5,000

No information

Round 1
Pro
Fundamentally fascist fuckwits fallaciously form fictional facts. Freestyling frogs forge facsimilated fat fanny fucking functionality. for five fishsticks I'll fit four festering fungal filaments on my feet. Fudge freezes fast.
Con

Read in a typical North American accent.

As always, all you aspire to's average,
Anakin-Ass Side-switching Sad soul, asshole-muncher, mistaking my anus for a mayonnaise-masked sandwich,
Dealing the damage to your dignity; this deal-maker's damn rich,
And you're the dumb dunce I dunked; dearly deceased, dig a damn ditch,
Damn this dancing dum-diddley dragon's advanced past your Paz-hating batshit brain, you cuckolded faggot,
I'm no homophobe and before you fact-check, the 'faggotry' aint your flaw, it's your finest facet,
So fuck me more, don't pass on this precious penile-plow of your asset,
You'd possess no heart nor perspicacity to not partake in penetration from this penile-piety pleaser of palettes.


Round 2
Pro
anakin's alliteration acclimates you to abasement
archons allocate all your attributes to enslavement
Illuminati is evil imbecile, even entertainment
is affected by bilderberg agents that infiltrate it

big black booties bounce, bumpin' bad bitches eye balls bugged
jumping jiggling jesting jumbling juicy jamaican jugs

Jacque Fresco jotted fresh free verses in venus
perturbing profiteering propagandist politicians in the penis
pontificating, proliferating poppycock, pillocks. pea-wits
wet willy wank whacking wenus washing weak wimps
Con
Correction: Palate (while pronounce Palette) is the word I meant there when I typed Palette at the end of R1's rap, not the word 'palettes' but the word 'palates'.


S-s-stutter as you struggle to structure something symbolic of what starts with 'sen', stuck in a puddle o' salsa,
Sir you suffer so much, Munchausen's prime suspect, the 'sen' ends in 'ence', Tesla, Edison's here, pussy just purr.
Get on your knees, girl and gobble, you glamorous, gorgeous Geisha, groveling, giving in you greatful, oh-so-governable cum-guzzler. (Geisha, even in an American accent is correctly pronounced gay-sha)
Does the time of day dictate the dime I pay for the damn plenty rating-boosting debates you donate?
Damn dude, the isolated incidents where they reduce the rating displayed are the times that the deciding voters were unswayed,
Not seldom but diligently, dutifully you day-in-day-out dish out these defeats like redefinition of 'free fuckin' trade',
Dissuading the audience, doth leave thyself a damsel in distress; mermaid dismayed,
Oh dearest Geisha, you're addicted to aggravating me, tasting this blade,
Samurai with sword, you're a Yowai teki, Saddam say Hi, I'm USA,
You're slain Hussein, who's here to save you, slave? No one mustered up the fucks, you must remain dismayed,
Madman's mighty master of maligner ways, this mortal's more than monster, he's indomitable prey,
So please attempt playing predator and never have your penitence following repaid.
Round 3
Pro
Forfeited
Con

In this instant I infanticide your idolising immature tiny mind child relyin' on the Bible, 
I find inside my pride no hiding tyrant, I'm a rebel in my core, highest tides ride my soul,
If not a rebel I am Devil, I am Satan, I'm the pyromaniac, they say is back, never quietly idle,
I'm  the illest with these lyrics, playing Quidditch with these snitches, spreading idiotic lies about my life; it's libel,
Who in the silliest of iterations of mental patients will be the next I rival?
'cause type1's my hoe, gone-extinct so I'm told, sip my semen pretty demon, pure amateur vs bona fide pro.