((What's the opposite of inspired? I tried really hard to not come anywhere near replying to this thread but that last one... well.))
Crikey mate, your writtens are simplistic,
Your uncomplicated rhyming schemes
Make you seem anachronistic.
Think you could challenge me?
Ha! In your dreams kid,
You must be masochistic:
You need to work on your themes,
Before you become another rap battle statistic.
You’re a dribbling simpleton, I’m a rapping mystic;
My regime’s gonna reign supreme whilst you’re
Grovelling and pessimistic,
Let’s hear your screams now,
Your rhymes have sent me ballistic.
So.
Still wanna come and have a go at me?
I’m a rapping deity!
A rapping arch-bishop,
Compared to your simpering laity.
They say you can’t polish a turd –
Well, you couldn’t polish your ability,
You rap like constipation,
I crush with spontaneity,
I think you should stay off this thread:
Your presence is absurdity!
Next challenger come forward please!
You know my steez:
Smacking rappers down with contumelious ease,
Wait – jeez – don’t reach for your dictionaries,
It means pummeling you till you plead to humiliating degrees.
Please! Please! Please!
Did you just wet your panties, geez?
Or do you always walk about with dark stains down to your knees?
Your rap’s all huffing and wheezing like 60 a day OAPs,
Mine crush you to a paste like uh…
Cold mushy peas from the British sixties,
So you smeared all about like cheap spreadable cheese.
All your rhymes are poisonous -
Like rap herpes,
Quick!
Call for la’s verbal pharmacy,
Cos you’re all about as wanted as venereal disease.
edit: oops, I mistyped venereal in my raging haste.