Ya want me to drop the mic? Alright fine.
You ain't seen shit from me yet, son
You think I'm weak enough to bring in my OC?
Well, sit down for this little lesson,
Because I don't need him, as you will see.
It's funny that you talk big leagues
Because your raps are weaker than mine.
I'll admit your talk gets me intrigued
But that about it, and you ain't divine.
Defeat? That's what I never consider,
Especially since I have a fighting spirit, too
You may as well give up, you're too bitter
I'll do this all month long, if needed due.
It doesn't matter how hard you try,
Your excuses of rhyming bore me.
It's so pitiful, I think I must cry
Tears of joy, maybe it fits to a T.
You just made yourself overrated,
And as it has shown twice, those types fall hard.
Your rapping is so outdated,
I'll be the one that strikes until you become tard.
If you can't go down without a fight, though,
Then that fine, it's just like I said,
I'll give you a taste of my dough,
And you'll know when real raps truly get paid.
Here I thought it'll be a friendly match,
A fun game where all can play,
But why am I complaining? You wanted this batch,
You get what you get, so I think I'll stay.
I may as well cut this off for now,
I have shit to do, including listening to an NFL game on a tracker,
You have failed, so you better take a bow,
While I watch the Broncos take on the Chargers.
*drops mic*