Once upon a time, my brother beat me in a rap battle on my own blog, and I just ran out of sauce for it. But this sucks. How can I speak with any authority upon this throne of lies? I have to beat him again. It looks like a battle of words, but really it’s a battle of whose life has the most hectic crap in it draining our mental resources.
Round two! And anybody who wants to snatch a crown can do so as well, in the comment section. Throw down!
Draw down, said Wyatt Earp
and skin that smokewagon
Little baby get burped
cuz u drank from my flagon
Biting my style just like ya mom’s titty
Now u get kicked out of Paradise City
And welcomed unto the Axl Rose Jungle
I’m Faith No More and you’re Mr. Bungle
Get a piece of these rhymes
For the price that I’m sellin’ ’em
Is kind of a crime
Zero dolla felon ‘n’
You too could be rich like me
If you can rhyme this tight
But can’t be a hot bitch like me
So I bid you good night
–