Your raps Give me the craps Run along see how the real men work Stupid little kids like you just twerk Do me a favor crash burn End up in an urn
Oh, please. Stop scrambling for two words that rhyme. You couldn't write a coherent rap, Even if you tried. Your superiority complex Is getting really old. And age guarantees maturity? Ha, if I may be so bold. You think you've got me pinned, Just a stupid little teen. But my mind produces wonders Of which you can only dream. I'm no stereotype, doll, And if you think so you're wrong. I'm done dealing with your stupidity, immaturity, egotism, insecurity The list is getting long. So later for now. Hey, Cynderstryke, I hope I made you proud. I hope you've all learned something I'm not what you expect And I will rise to occasion If you put me to the test. -- Broke rhyme scheme near the end, but whatever. Shoutout to my poetry bro. Have some post-shower mumblings.
It's on ***** All you watch is leelo and stitch Think you can out rap me Get out the country I don't need this but I don't care Gunna shoot no one would care No one would dare Try to outrap me I'm better than notorious b I g All I have to do is rhyme to beat you Now go back to eating my poo