A combination of Freestyle
verse and Emo
lyrics, where pathetic, melodramatic, and self-obsessed lyrics are made up on the spot. It is only for the truly self-loathing individuals who have been Emo
for at least 2 months (I totally listened to Dashboard Confessional
before you did). Style points are added if the individual can cry while freemostyling or if they are bleeding.
Similar to traditional Freestyle
, a Freemostyle battle
can ensue between two individuals, in which the two battlers use their lyrics in a competition to see who is more Emo
. What is interesting about the Freemostyle battle is that each individual is trying to LOSE the battle, often resulting in a situation where one may simply sob, scream, and cut to lose (i.e. win) the battle. After all, winning anything would defeat the definition of Emo
Freemostyler 1: My Soul is a hole in which hate rolls down. Like my mother with out love in this one-horse town.
Freemostyler 2: The razor never cuts deep enough to cut away the pain, so I carve away the sorrow that coarses through my veins.
Freemostyler 1: (Hangs himself)