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I can't drive a stick, but I can drive your granny to the post office//
You know you can't handle me, your grasp on Level 3 Magic Missile is novice//
So duck and cover whilest I smother your lover's hovercraft with mayo//
You'll be begging for mercy, but while my courtesy is true, my appetite is for Scott Baio//
So allow me to strap you down and prep your dolphin for waxing//
Because killing time has arrived, and I find jigsaw puzzles relaxing//
If you can move this inertia you'll still find your rhymes are meek//
I can chug a gallon of pickle brine when you're in the kitching chopping leeks//
But I'm not booking a cooking, I'm summoning a bludgeoning//
Of classy puns setting my phasers to stun, carpetbagging your politcal running//
Daft as an Oldsmobile, your hip-hop whackness is apparent, you're just a sad clown//
As I harness the four elements to send you back to the future, packing an almanac like Doc Brown//
You're all washed up, I know you're getting hot but here comes the humdinger//
Go back to your mother or I'll demolish your private yacht with an 80's glam rock singer.

You must be a fool to be challenging me//
I'm gonna drop the bomb like SCOTTY D//
Gonna watch you hurt and suffer in pain//
Gonna watch your ass RUN just like the LONG TRAIN//
For vaginas, gin, and sex you're all zeros//
Your only hope is to pray to your CARTOON HEROS//
Your knees get weak your pants fill with poo//
You'd best respect me boy because I'm BRILLIANT 2 U//
Beat Shaq you know you can't stand up to the man//
Watch me kick your ass like I KICK THE CAN//
It's on, bitch. You'll soon be dead meat//
Can you feel that, punk? It's THE BURNING HEAT//
Give me an inch and I'll run for a mile//
You momma smokes more crack than NAOKI J STYLE//

You're dancing moves are formidable, but you'll be banned from my disco//
I'll dance ballet, and pirouette, while dousing my loins in crisco//
So buckle yourself in and witness a bastion of philosophical wit//
I'm referring to my mind power, I can move pyramids with this shit//
My victory won't be pyrrhic, for my art of war sprouts like spores//
Inhale a few, my funk in your lungs, but you still need nasal strips not to snore//
As I hypnotize you through force of beat and tempo, you feel weary//
You thoughts dreary, your vision bleary, you fall asleep on your pillows//
I'll take the opportunity to teabag your face for 10 points and kudos//
When I snap my fingers, 1, 2, 3, and you're aroused to wake//
To find your wallet is missing and your ass is more raw than you prefer your steak//
Go and call the cops, we know you need The Man to come your aid//
But my lawyer is jewish, so grab your purse and flee this foolish crusade.

I'm a pioneer watch the path that I pave//
That's why the ladies call me a DYNAMITE RAVE//
But look at you boy you're a faerie, a queen//
Looks like I'll have to hook you to the TRIP MACHINE//
You're right in my trap, my plan will be unfurled//
I knock you out first then send your ass to JET WORLD//
So stuff your face fatty eating sandwiches with ham//
Then come on and try your hardest see if you can MAKE A JAM//
It's over, you're washed up like Grant, Horace//
You molest children in the DARK BLACK FOREST//
You're more n00b than Saibot and I'll kill you like Bill//
Gonna make you wet your pants like when you play SILENT HILL//
Forget it, you're done, I can see that you're taxed//
Meanwhile I spout rhymes faster than the LEGEND OF MAXX//

I can see you like Konami, but I'm the Vick Viper and you're out of options//
Now get your ass out of the nursery, those babies aren't food, they're new adoptions//
You're covered in soot from chimney sweeping and run a maid service with goons//
If you're so spic and span you should take a minute to clean your filthy panaloons//
Your gluttony for punishment knows no end//
Why are you even challenging me, there's still holes in your modified plush animals you need to mend//
Your effort was applaudable, but I'm going for the mercy kill like Manhunt//
As I give you an unappreciated snap kick to the testicles, that's right, say ta-ta to your junk//
You won't be needing that as a registered sex offender, you whacko//
Now serve out your community service at Denny's along with Jacko//

Kicking out the phat rhymes whenever I'm in the mood//
Move on over, boy I'm turning on the AMPLITUDE//
We both know this is over so be a man don't whine//
You never had a shot up against my BASELINE//
You're know that you're blown out just like a faulty socket//
Nothin left to do but watch me blast off in this ROCKIT//
I can see you're running out of steam, this much I have surmised//
Your beats are whack, your rhymes are flat, your voice is SYNTHESIZED//
Now I think I'm going to eat some sushi with wasabi//
You got that, boy? It's over, chump. Just go home KIMOSABE//

WTF are you 2 idiots doing??? ........... plz tell me these are alias...
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