Before I get into this I'm a have to announce/
This is my first year paying for no one else's accounts/
My lyrics look so nice you wanna step to and flirt/
I spit so many long verses my tongue starts to hurt/
But like King Arthur said, "It's time to battle!"
I hold Thor's hammer, all you got is a baby's rattle/
My intelligence will make you feel embarrassed by far/
Like you in the White House naked clutching a soggy cigar/
I create more styles than the fashion designer Versache/
Your style is low budget like that Spanish film 'El Mariachi'/
But like Desperado, I'm something new and improved/
You bite rhymes so much that your mouth gets sued/
Stop shouting all this bravado bullshit for your own protection/
The only lethal weapon you own is in your porno collection/
I don't care what you think or what you have to say/
You have a fantasy of you fucking the B2K/
It's time for my motivation to be your elavation/
Cuz my vocation becomes your own infatuation/
My salvation redeems you like heavy medication/
You suffer alienation cuz of your head's complication/
I heard you wanna be in my organization... If you pass my certification/
Cuz next to me, you'd be deemed my creation from my innovation/
Your primitive brain can't even sustain these words I'm spraying/
It'll get your head banging like your momma's migraine/
Now I ask for you respect, but please don't adore me/
Or I'll get embarrassed like a virgin at an orgy/
Cuz I don't deserve worship like Thunder Cats do to Lionel/
So keep that worship until the Lakers win a Finals/
Now your rhymes are as weak as watered down beer/
This industry will eat you alive so choose another career/
Stop letting your lyrics flop and fall out on my page/
Or I'll be like a drunk driver in the midst of road rage/
I'll strike your nerve endings and leave a message in your brain/
The message is so strong it leaves a roadblock in your veins/
I'll take away your final spirit, which means your final breath/
You reach for your inhaler, but uh oh, there's nothing left/
Your bloodstream is drowning with amphetamines/
Causing you to dream of me the lyrical machine/
If you wanna solve rap science and see the answer... join my team/
Or go find another squad where the definition of terror is to lean/
When you're finish reading my verse don't get too vex/
Sorry, some of my English slang won't translate into text/
I think you regret joining this fight like I did my last car crash/
To ease my mind I had to roll a blunt from my stash/
Now you should stick to pizza delivery or you'll be dropped on my landmines/
Disintergrating your disabled ass words and your non-moving rhymes/
So before I make my exit to the thunderous applause/
I'll autograph your girl's pussy while she's on all four claws/
Give twelve hundred back shots and call her a whore/
Steal the money she would have gave you and kick her out of my door/
But she'll crawl back asking for more... and that's for sure/
This is my freestyle verse I wrote in my math class today when me and my friend were having a "silent battle." Out of the 5 voters, I won 5-to-0. A full sweep. Give me feedback on what you think. I may not be too good, but your evaluations will help me...