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)
This is where you find white hoes. Black hoes. Pretty much everyone cheats and hurts you. You may get shot for not wanting to pick up a straw for someone at Circle K. In summary, a hood ass place where hot bitches live buh are worthless and where niggas sell drugs right on 75.
a school in sunnyvale where brown guys think they can say the n word and where rich kids think theyre bad bc they vape but then call their moms crying when they get a b in apush
“lol nathan showed up high to calc” “shit i had forgotten you go to fremont high school”
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A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.