I'm here to achieve a certain position,
Getting to Pro, that is my mission,
It does not matter how long it will take,
It's not just the records that I will break,
Hope you're all ready for a Smurf whitewash,
I come to the table and it's bish bash bosh,
Nothing you can do to turn the tide,
The gulf in class has become so wide,
So prepare yourself for a painful lesson,
You'll learn the hard way that I aint messin'

it just won't be the same,
will miss you we will,
i want ya to stay,
hippesville hippesville!

yer a good'un,
that i will never ever cross,
we need ya in the team,
chaos_, chaos_!

just one more season,
do it for me,
like i said, need yer craic at.....
FPB, FPB.

lmao tis a wee one i wrote for a big eejit i know lol

Hippes, hippes, give us some more,
All your poems we do adore,
I do believe you have a natural gift,
To write good poems that give us a lift,
You're funky's resident Poem Junkie,
So keep them coming, you cheeky wee monkey!

aw smurf yer funny i like yer style,
the ones that you write often make me smile,
keep writin this stuff coz yer rhymes are so good,
we reckon that you are the most lyrical dude.

Haha I have to disagree,
Smurf is good it's plain to see,
But lyrical dude he cannot be,
Otherwise you'd have never met me!

And, Gaz, your rhymes are delivered with taste,
But too many decisions are made with haste,
But be like Jimmy and sit back and relax,
Your timing will come, so turn the power up to max!

To be like Jimmy requires a major rule,
Designed to make you a success at pool,
For some it's something they'll never use,
For others it's there to use and abuse,
It's a little button on your profile page,
To make you feel better when in a rage,
So if, like Jimmy, things don't go your way...


Edited at 21:55 Wed 11/08/10 (BST)

This is one I like to call [b][u]"The Cobras"[/b][/u]

We hide in the grass ready to attack,
Challenging clans fall like potatoes in a sack,
We spit venom in the face of our foes,
We'll blind anyone who dares to oppose!

Our fangs are vicious, our poison strong,
Our eyes are piercing, our tails long.
We're The Cobras you must fear us,
We're The Cobras boo and jeer us,
We don't care,
We like to glare,
We also bite as we cast our vision,
We'll win the fight to the top Division!

COOOOOBRAS![;)]

Jayzus he's gone off again
I hope he'll be better soon
Mad moments and raves
Maybe we'll be his slaves
You'll just never know, while jimmy's around

And I'll be around for much longer,
I believe my lyrics are growing stronger,
My talent is only something you can dream,
I been melting microphones instead of cones of ice cream,
My crave for the mic is like a crave for nicotine,
But i don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

All the balls arranged in order, one to fifteen.
the color of the felt is glossy green
The air is rich with anticipation
waiting for the buzzer so you can be a breaking
buzzer sounds you place the white
you strike with your cue its time to fight !
BOOM! sounds this mayhem and all the balls scatter
one falls ,where the others land it really dont matter!
cause your focus is clear your confidence high,
only uncomfort is your throat is a little dry
your pulse quickens ,you shake off the heat
until there is a calmness you only hear your heart beat!
You take that first shot the one that really matters
the determiner shot, the one that seems to fill your bladder .
The time clock is at eight ,your white cursor set
hard to believe i havent taken this shot yet,
unsure of your focus, is it lined right ?
inside your head you scream with all your might
with uncertainty in your sights you push your mouse
the cue ball laughs in your face and says "this is my house"!
What seems an eternity the white rolls strong
finally hits but was it the right spot or was i wrong ??
the balls collide momentun begun
the white hits the cushion backspin is the way it spun
the angle is off but the speed seems right ,
the pocket is clear and the table seems bright.
All at once the ball seems to speed up and you swear you hear a slight giggle giggle,
point to point it bounces and stops :( i call this the wiggle wiggle lol ...... pete

ode to those out of control lol

Edited at 23:30 Thu 12/08/10 (BST)

No one can stop these lyrics I spit,
Perfectly delivered with timing and wit,
The mic is mine, you won't get a chance,
These powerful words leave you in a trance,
I'll continue to lay these beats down,
Strictly to prove I wear the crown,
Words flow like blood that you cannot stem,
Inspired by my man Eminem,
So I'll leave you all with a final thought,
Jimmy, it's broken, that mic that you bought!

keep er lit

I'll keep er lit for as long as I can,
Just for the people who are a fan,
Of the stuff I post here every day,
Poems are adictive, what else can I say?
I'll not let my poems be no more,
Nor will I let them become a chore,
So I'll do my poems without a grudge,
If I ever forget then just gimme a nudge

I'm a fan I have to admit,
But your beats atm are pretty...
My mic was broke but it's now repaired,
Im laying lyrics for the ones who cared.
Keep er lit? That phrase was like thunder,
But with frequent use its now a one hit wonder.

The only one who has a shot with me is Viking,
I sometimes tremble when he starts to sing,
He lays his beat,
For the whole damn street,
Man, people can't eat,
They're shocked to their feet.

I'm catching Pete up on the lyrical front,
While my sword is sharp, his is blunt.
Im slicing and dicing my pathway clear,
The number count is rising, people start to fear.
So enough's been said, and its time to let things drop,
Jimbo is back where he belongs, right at the top!

OK Jimmy, let's give you a test,
So you can prove that you're the best,
I really hope you'll give it a try,
Step on up and don't be shy,
This is the test you're gonna get,
Write a poem with the title I set,
This is your chance to make more fans,
So write us a poem with a title called...

Clans

dont be shy dont be scared
you know hippesvilles in your bed

H to the I to the double P E
yes theres one boy in the place to be
V to the I to the double L E
listen to his poems and youll be got crazy

calls him self x-zibit
eminem and biggie to
hes more of a busta to me and the others
his rhymes are just flying through

so touch his knuckles and give some love
to this little raving 2pac
hes loves by all but aint been shot at
i might shoot him straight in the slack

[b][u]Clans[/b][/u]

Consists of a group of friends who love to play,
Competing in leagues, rain or shine, night or day.
You can find multiple clan threads on our Funkypool Forum,
If you get chance while you're on here, go explore them.
If you're good enough to play,
Then, man, don't delay,
Stick your name down on the waiting list,
You'll get snapped up quickly,
Just how I wished.

Reliability is definately the key,
If you wanna set up a clan capable of Victory.
Look no further than the Cobras Clan,
Led by Kevross, our number 1 man.

Give me another, Smurfy
[:P]

Another you say? Well let me see,
The title for this one is gonna be...

Tournaments

[u][b]Tournaments[/u][/b]

We enter them on the hour mark,
Some are easy, most are hard.
I have bagged a few in my time,
But lack of consistency is my crime.
My favourite game type is UK,
But in the tourney's I struggle to play.

I have managed to get to many, many finals,
But as the true Jimmy unleashes, I throw games into the urinal,
I had plenty of success in the old straight toruney,
Having victories over the best, and even Warney[:P]