"Good, because I never Tried to rhyme them in the first place
Stop replying, that's my word space, don't make me slap this nerds face
If you wanna start with me, at least have something more than a basic flow
I see your verse and raise it though, are you mad I didn't answer back to your praises ho?
Your rhymes are lacking, honestly the worst ever
You coming in first? Never.So go back and grab your fucking purse heather
You could maybe beat Andre, but me? That's a fantasy
Your victory, will stay hidden like Atlantis g. I'm the praying mantis b.
And I will destroy you and everything you stand for
You man whore, now look at the damn score.
I won't go any further, waste any more lines on you
So back down, it's your time to lose."
^ second rap i'm replying to, all in one
now lets put your shitty lyrics, to a lyrical evaluation
adding a letter at the end, do you have mental retardation?
you try and tell me your rhymes are in the pronunciation
but according to rap etiquette, there's no logical relation
what the fuck does your fifth line say, do you have minor studder?
or was it just a typo, a technological blunder
i've just been ripping you apart, you're about to be torn asunder
thanks to the raps they're screamin' to me, IS HE THE BOY WONDER?
you say your rhyme two syllable, in every verse
you can't do more than two, your rhyming isn't diverse
higher syllable words, you need to intersperse
and before you open your mouth, try and rehearse
adding g and b, place and face, how original and clever
if you listen to my rhymes, they'll take you on an intellectual endeavor
your raps just suck, they aren't very well put together
because i silence all you say, i'm the lyrical suppressor
you had no rhyme after purse, so you just threw in heather
looks like losing is getting to you, like atmospheric pressure
see i can rhyme better than you, better than you altogether
because all you're doing is showing us, musical displeasure
just learn your position, like a European soccer team
soon people will call me the modern day Socrates
sittin' back, getting thanked for my philosophies
and you'll just keep actin' like you're Sophocles
i'm calling you out, like a search and destroy mission
it looks like your past content has suffered from malnutrition
cuz you're all choppy, i'm smooth like a jazz musician
your raps lack a lot of things, like dramatic composition
last time i checked, i'm still ahead by one
did that shoot your esteem down, antiaircraft gun
looks like we've found out, who wasn't daddies' favorite son
cuz everything you write isn't good enough, underdone
for four lines up there, you couldn't rhyme at all
just go back to that gay city, what's it called? Montreal
looks like you hit rapper's block, but it was a stone wall
throw you off a bridge, you'd be fallin' like a rag doll
why can i rap so good? i'm part of the Illuminati
since i told you that, i'll drown you in the adriatic sea
in lyrical composition, i hold a master's degree
you're just the scum of the earth, petite bourgeoisie
now to finish don't say shit, to the homie PrairieSteeze,
or i'll mess up your internals, like Hodgkin's Disease
nobody wants you around, you're like a communicable disease,
hopefully soon you'll be dead, forever catchin' z's
