Hey Sire, we meet again
Hopefuly this time you'll have the brain
'Cause after my therapy you'll become strain
If you think you can make a comeback, bro, you're insane
But maybe that's what you need
A lack of sanity and some weed
To overpower my rap, but eventually you'll concede
In such speed
So sit back and let me take the lead
You think you're pro,
But you actually blow
'Cause you don't know
How to throw
A rap flow
'Cause man, you're below my level
I'm like the devil
Eating you inside
I'm the best, worldwide
And Skullman, you say you're a monster?
Well I'm freaking satan
And you better get your respect straighten
Because you're my pet
And not more than that
You kids should get used to that
To even have a chance against me you need a high format.
P.S Sire, I like it how you try
To make a nice rhyme
But when I see them I want to cry, from happiness,
because that shows what a loser you are,
how easy to beat you it is, you little superstar,
prophetic, magnetic and synergetic?
Man, those rhymes are so contrived
Just don't tell me you can shoot lazer from your eyes,
like Cyclops from X-Men
But man
Your attempt is really estimated,
and to that I say amen.
30-May-2011 08:05:57
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HeckImBack