But freestyle rap, is the shit, don't make it enough, for what I get. I got no more time, for the rhymes, but you can't tell me no more, so when I leave, I'll slam the door.

I'm bored as hell, can't you see, I ain't got shit to say, so don't ask me. I'm gonna go, so I can go to bed, don't let my rhymes go to your head.

You think you can rap, but what you get, is what's called crap, ain't down with that shit. I'm can freestyle, all day and all night, ain't a rap battle, cause I don't wanna fight.

I'm gonna leave, so you can stand, as I walk out, bow down with your hands. Kiss my boots, so all will know, I'm the Vampire Clown that runs this show!

Those rhymes are as fresh as Mr. Belvedere,
and that shows been off for 22 years.
Face it, you failed worse than Vietnam.
You get all your shit off of rhymezone.com

I let loose the linguistics like high flyin' ballistics,
check out my dick bitch, you know where you can stick this.
My phrases round up women like the Lifetime Network,
then I fuck em' hard until it makes their necks jerk.

So run on back home to your warm little bed,
and dream of REAL rappers while your ma gives me head.
Maybe some day if you try REAL hard,
you can slobber on my cock like a St. Bernard.

I have to give you both a little credit. IA, you're being a little unfair, now. *wags finger* You are a writer. Do I also detect so Beastie Boys influence? Maybe?

That was funny about the St. Bernard.

I take whatever advantages I can... this IS a rap battle, I gotta edge these suckas out. Not really a fan of the Beastie Boys, actually influenced more by the songs at sickanimation.com