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 entirely.
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)
A nice girl that turns into a flaky slut after she gets her self-esteem stomped out by some dick-headed guy. She sleeps around so she can feel wanted but avoiding the realization that nobody likes her as a person.
Douche screws over nice girl; who becomes a slut (Friemoeller); who screws over nice guys; who become douches. And so on and so forth
Man 1: I'm telling you ever since that jerk hurt her feelings she's been acting like a total Friemoeller.
Man 2: I know what you mean. She acts just like that jerk now and she thinks that makes everything fair!