Don't care about the title, just so I don't have a no show, here's my verse

You know you tried to ride a bike without balance/
That worked, but you can't pick up a mic w/o talent/
See your like Milli Vanilli, your rhymes stink/
But I can't tell what's worse, your rhymes or the fact they're lip synced/
Yes, and Silence does have the loudest voice/
And It'll be shown when your D/R make the choice/
To vote Mad Man to be the fucking Champ/
Yo go back to the Micheal Jackson's Rhymin' Camp/
Even if you don't advance you'll still be pleased/
Cause you a little boy, and Micheal likes them on their knees/
See your UnEmceeAble, cause that's what you can never be/
I'm makin' money of my rhymes, no one'll take yours for free/
::Style Switch::
Sit down son, I already won, I ended your run, And showed you how rappin' done
You've been disgraced, It's on your face, you takin' Second place, no, you didn't even finish the race!
You've been ignited, I've been righted, My title's what you'd sighted, No longer, Just like 'Shade' was De-'Knight'ed

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