Aight. Check this shit:

Second star to the right and straight on till morning leads to Neverland/
You musta been hangin' with Michael Jaskson, gettin' ass raped while you give him hand/
Young Hercule$ you a joke in Rap Battles/
You'd do better off battlin' babies dissin each others rattles/
Ha you make me laugh, with ya little preschool raps/
Man, grow up, and stop takin' baths with other experimental chaps/
Yo Herc, stop beatin off to the sound of Thriller/
With the smoke of a blunt, I'll turn into a gay lord killer/
I don't know what ya problem is but you need to get away from Jacko/
Cover ya chest with a vest to protect ya self when I go wacko/

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn