Amazeo, congratulations.
For that much immaturity you need a standing ovation.
My mother is in her 50's, you know, and you can bet your ass
And if she heard your profane crap she'd turn you over her knee and beat your ass.
Call me old fashioned, but I just don't see,
Why rap has to be putrid to flow naturally.
If your rhymes are right and your lines are smooth,
Why must your words be so uncouth?
I can bring the beat and smoke your verse,
Without using a single curse.
Egomaniac? Boy, I'm the best that's ever been.
There's no arguing that, not now, not then.
Now it's time to bring you down,
To take you out and strip off your crown.
You may be good, but you're not real great,
So bow down, son, accept your fate.
The Man of Steel is here and your rhymes are bait.
You're nothing more than a weak fool,
A worthless example of a mindless tool.
My ice-cold words will resound like thunder,
Strip you, rip you, as I tear you asunder.
Rend your mind into thousands of shards,
Blow you down like a house of cards.
I'm invincible, I can't be touched,
While you're a mortal, about to be crushed.
My rhymes are smoother than Colt 45,
When I'm done you'll be lucky to still be alive.
I'm the Luke Skywalker to your Darth Vader:
You're a broken mockery, a soon-to-be-crater.
Annihilation is the name of my game,
I'll chew you up, spit you out and cross out your name.
So go on, get out, if you ever want to rhyme again,
Cause if you stick around I'll beat you down; you've already lost, my friend.
Two for one deal this round, eh?
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