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Should have gotten a warm cardigan.
When I enter, people go "Sissyl fthagn!"
And then it falls out on the floor. Not groovy!
I animate threads with lyrical dread!
A bard necromancer? The thought hurts my head.
I am so rad I live a half life . . . not sure that's a boast but it works
You're so bad you eat a Kraft™ slice...not sure that's a roast but it's for jerks.
I rock the mike and roll your ears.
The only difference between you and me is people listen to you then bleed from the ears and cry hysterical tears.
I can't be stopped no matter what.
Though that's mainly because of your big wide butt!
The rhymes that I spit are harder than steel!
And like rusted mettle your rhymes do squeal.
I can drink a river of blood and not burst.
Yet my rhymes are what you thirst!
I can shut anyone down.
Yet you have no flow like constipation.
I may not be able to shut the door on a closet clown but I can sure shut his mouth.
But your jokes have run their course!
I am as precise as a laser.
But your cadence and flow are like gummies through a phaser.
When I'm on the mike, people stand up!
Their hearts beat in fear because your lyrics are wrongly.
My rhymin' and rappin' don't care whatcha think.
That's why he lost the Waterloo Champeon!
I spit rhymes so awful you'll be hatin'!
Well, haters be hatin' and pests be pestin'!
I'm ice cool, ice cold, ice tea, and, uh, icy hot!
Chilled you may be, but chill you are not.
I can fly with a wingspan to small to logistically support a human's weight!
Dance break.
:elaborate beatboxing out of first, one, then two, and eventually upward of seven orifices:
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(@Fish)
Your spit reeks more than a tad, teeth so crooked they can't be set right!
Armor your kin, though it'll mean nothin', you can't stop my din, a rager with a MacGuffin!