Sorry about posting at such awkward times. This weekend has been surprisingly hectic.
We’ve already traded barbs, and mine won all rave reviews,
While your pathetic post left your fans predicting you to lose,
How the mighty have fallen: you’ve stumbled through this round,
And every rap I produce has you steadily losing more ground,
Boy, I quit my job a long time ago, when I got a better position,
Now I’m a full-time battler, beating you fools into submission,
You’re the same as all my customers, in this new placement,
Gassed up preteens who still live in their parents’ basement,
But, my new job is tough, these kids got a foolproof excuse,
When I come in for the kill their parents scream “Child Abuse!”
Mentioning porn when you’re hardly an untainted example,
First, stop logging on to pay sites just to watch the free sample,
Talkin’ bout Ms. Cleo, your rhymes are as worthless as her predictions,
Your raps are simply empty promises that are filled with contradictions,
Showing skills more overblown than bringing liquids on a plane,
“Cuz you hold an undeserved rep that’s impossible to maintain,
You’ve already become a joke: the only cure for writer’s block,
Making my battle easy, but it’s a shame no one notified Locke,
Your “sickness” on the mic is preventable and easy to subdue,
While mine’s taking the world by storm, like that new bird flu,
You made a mess with the lyrical equivalent of industrial waste,
Those rhymes looked like sh*t at first sight and left a nasty aftertaste,
I demand a high standard and your skills don’t make the grade,
Fool, I earned my max money, while your sh*t’s overpaid.
