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