You think you can teach me what I already know? You can't rap worth a crap You don't know how to flow So step aside, son, This is a fight between men Go back to the little kiddy table with your friends You can talk about what you wanna grow up to be But when I get bigger, I'm gonna stay me You can't get better Not even if you tried You'll be flippin my burgers You'll be cookin my fries But enough of this My patience wears thin I'd keep on goin, But what's the point? I win
I like that yolo Probably the most intelligent Rap that you've ever penned Or at least the most thought out and relevant I like how you dropped that line about JK And then played it like you was just kidding That fan boy homage to the wizard of words You a potterhead and you finally admitted it That's cool man, no judging, no hatred for real I think its cute that you read like a white boy I can't hate, they're good books, good fantasy Kinda like you winning at raps, say good night boy This game is over, no more quarters you're done Step back watch a real pro get after it I'll show you how to do it, it's so fun Get under my wing and I'll shield ya from laughter What do you mean they're not laughing Are you deaf? You can't hear that? Oh I guess that explains a few things for me Like how you keep dropping the damn beat And coming back like you street When you just keep delivering the same boring story You ain't hard, you ain't real, you ain't thug Well you maybe a little bit ghetto You also bout as manly as caitlyn Jenner So I guess that explains the red stihlettos In your closet, next to the skeletons and silicon shaky long toys that you hiding Whats with the weird looking leather vibrating saddle? Is that what it was last night you was riding? Damn dog maybe I'll stop digging, stop looking Investigating your ass is quite traumatic Maybe I wouldn't have to unleash these secrets If your fruity ass wasn't so damn dramatic
So Darko, Let me break it down I'm the king Don't ya see my crown? You think you can rap That's a really good joke I can see through you Like you're made out of smoke I'm rockin I'm rollin You're fainting You're folding You're bending under pressure Like a 90 year old's colon Don't choke on your words Don't spit out some trash I'm here Now I'm there Now I'm gone in a flash Your words don't faze me Man, you're crazy Are you rapping or sleeping? Your rhymes are so lazy I beat you before That was just round one But let's go again This is really kinda fun Ima punch you in the throat Knock you down to the floor Now it's 2-0 Sonny How ya like that score?
I'm not gonna put down any raps anymore, I'm just gonna wait for 2016, can't wait I'm gonna merk everybody until then I'm sleep
After 160+ pages and nearly a year of existence, it is still obvious which freestyle topped all the rest