Come bite my thumb
I hope you know the stakes
I'll put a slug between
your shoulder blades
then ask what light through
yonder poser breaks?
I hath been iambic on that ass
ye bastard
my rhymes are classic
your crap is drafted
by a kindergartner
high on acid
ye hoebag
you're an old white Soulja Boy
who has no swag
and no gonads
egads it's so sad
and to top it off
you're not a doctor
I've never seen a softer author
you crook, you
I bet you wrote
the Twlight books too
I would not could not on a boat
read any of the boring ass
plays you wrote
even Horton
doesn't want to hear you
and Cindy Lou Who is
afraid to go near you
you bore people to death
you leave a classroom
looking like the end of MacBeth
I entertain a child of any age
you gotta translate
what you said
on the opposite page
how you gonna battle
with the Cat In The Hat?
little kits get scared
when I step on the mat
you think your ruffled neck ass
gonna rap to that?
I got a best selling book
about me coming back
I'm switching up my style
like the Beatles with my pieces
each is such a wonder
with a plethora of features
you're pathetically predictable
you think your new book
might include a trisyllabic meter
and some ghetto Muppet creatures
the Bard is in the building
it's a castle, I'm a boss
I bet I'm Parliament
I'm positive I'm killing it
I'm iller than the plague
I never caught or cholera
a baller baller
on some cricket bowler business
while you're sitting in the bleachers
You rap fast you do
yes you rap fast it's true
now let's see how you rap
versus Things 1 and 2
Oh, No
We'll smash your globe
yo, you may have wrote the script
but now we running the show
you can take your fancy words
and send'em
back home to your mama
break our foot off in your ass
with our feetie pajamas
man we'll cook you up
and eat you with some
ham and green eggs
we'll break offa your legs
make no mistake
we in a rage
all does not end well
when we bust out our cage
you gettin' upstaged Bill
yo, you just got played!
Who won?
Who's next?
You decide