[@LHG100]

You praise me in one verse, trash me with the next line, but I gotta say man, you raps sometimes sound mighty fine. Too bad I don't compete with your kind, I crush, I destroy, I kill, you mind?

I'm 600 pounds of rappin god, a rolling bal of phat and a rapping overlord. My rhymes aren't immune, they're heavy infantry, crushing your sticks and stones in every country! Your rhymes are flat and stale, so raw they're trying to eat me. I'm rising, unsurprising, denying you every turn as you're crying. Prayin to the lord to help ya, as your raps have left ya, betrayed ya, like Benedict Arnold did to the USA. You're mashing words together like a child, so wild, no control, no sense or force behind, my raps are finely crafted, highly honed, and so well done they'd give Ramsay a boner!

Sense make you do none, like a headless chicken trying to run a fortune 500 company: it's not done. So crawl away now, while you still have time, and find someone competent, to teach you how to rhyme.


I wasn't done :P

I'm also just freestyling here, just writing what comes up, so it's not exactly quality.