We had four whole entries this month, which incidentally makes my job a lot easier since there is less to choose from, but they were all four of high quality and dope on their own way.

Like always Neek goes in #bananas with his short length bars and delivers a story. I still don't understand how he's able to do that so flawless since I fail on that structure in every single way possible. But that's okay. I cry myself to sleep every night. Anyway, at first I thought that Uncle Bowser was an alcoholic Batman, maybe Superman who's unique power was to piss and shit in his pants. Lo an behold... It's HANDYMAN. Doing whatever Handy can with his Handy hands. In fact, he's so Handy with his hands they move all over the place like a kid with a mixture of ADD and Down Syndrome. All in all, a very entertaining verse.

My favorite section was definitely the picture with a final bar to top it off.

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Law... Hated by many and disgusted by many more. His specialty? Fucking people posts up by adding random bananas. So the very first thing that surprised me was the lack of #bananas in his verse. What is this deception!? I counted one! Anyway, Mr Law-Man perfectly described a day in the life of a mod. Wish I knew that before I accepted the role. Apparently now I'm stuck to it (thanks guys, appreciate it!). He goes off describing the role so good that Neek turned batshit crazy and threw his old Commodore PC in the trash (which was long over due) and did us all a favor.

My favorite section:  

A senior moderator, gotta hold it down in the fold,  Weed out the hardheads and lure trolls out with gold Fixing forums, pasting jokes, hiding all the brainless posts Let the spineless bleed... inside out like cherry danish rolls

In comes the Crimson. The only supporter Mother Russia has left ever since the fall of the USSR. Don't tell anyone, though. Okay, anyway... Mr Crimson confused the hell out of me with his verse because at first I failed to see a superpower (must be my own personal retarded superpower: lack of comprehension). But then... At the very end Mr Juice made clear that the Kings superpower in the book read my amnesia stricken Crimson was actually not a superpower... But a super stick! This can be two things. Either the king is blessed by a divine penis to conquer all... Or the king became a king because once homeless he found a stick, begged the gods for power unimaginable and the stick transformed into an earth shaping, sky breaking, power level over 9000!!! glowing sword which had an expiration date. Either way... It sounds like a fun book with a fun tale about a king that's met with karma.

Favorite section for the wording is really dope and I loved the twist at the end:

Flesh being thrown round like a ferris wheel,muscle from bone began to peel, and all the while you could hear and feel,the high-pitch din of painful squeals, the mighty sword tuned into a stick,just like Pandora's box it is full of tricks, and what the king for yrs tried hard to conceal,he now to he's ppl had to reveal,

So congratulation Law man!