[@Liliya]

"Fine, but if I win ya get off my lawn and don't come back."

[i]Tom crossed his arms and glowered at the invisible audience through his shades as his opponent rapped. At one point during the Colonel jibe Tom threw up his arms as if to accept the jeers from the crowd, patting at the air.[/i]

"All right son, lemme show ya how it's done..."

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"So I'm from Kentucky, I look like I make chicken, it's 'cause I'm legit son, you're the one needs a dickin'.
Yeah, I'm [b]real South[/b], you substitute with a metal mouth, learned your shit off PaRappa the Rapper, could fit that skill in a used gum wrapper,
[b]Initiative[/b], I got, rolled up on you with fury, scary, you only roll dice and that roll says you won't marry,
Single, like the Virgin Mary, the only sex you'll get'll be with that fat hobbit, [b]same sex[/b], just stop it, don't wanna see so gimme my check,
Next time you talk chicken, don't do it with a mouthful of [b][i]Shrek[/i][/b]."