My first rap battle and I’m up here against the undefeated...But when I win please trust me that I won’t get conceited//
Glad you’re a mechanic because you’re about to get demolished...Just don’t panic you still got time to get you rhymes polished//
So reach into you bag and pull out all your lyrical tricks...None of it will matter though because the voting won’t be fixed//
My advice, get on your knees and start hoping and praying too...Just like your childhood but there won’t be a priest in front of you//
Really it’s okay if you want to just back out and not do this...Because this rap battle is gonna turn out like Golota versus Lewis//
With just a couple of my punches you’ll go down in one round...You’ll be crushed like a car in the back of an impound//
Like Humpty Dumpty you’re about to have one great fall...Cause all my words have a “Deep Impact” like Robert Duvall//
I’m like a samurai warrior cutting you up with my blade...Delivering this ass whooping express mail, prepaid//
After it’s over you’ll be thinking “hey I was supposed to win”...“I was supposed to be elite” while someone plays a violin//
But this ain’t the movie of the week, it’s a horror flick...And your future looks duller than you mom’s lady bic//
Don’t know the Time but I’m Morris Day and you’re Jerome...You’re name should be E.T. because you’re about to phone home//
And go cry to your mom about how I was unfair...Then ask her to change you because you crapped in your underwear//
Truthfully, all these words I hope you don’t misconstrue...But your defeat at my hands was more than overdue//