Well, gosh, Randypants, this I did not expect Although I always knew my rhymes you'd respect Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to disaffect (But spelling and grammar, I still will correct)
It's funny to me no one else even tried Erik, I thought this was your thing, where's your pride? To a friend, I would hate to think you have lied Consider this challenge me breaking your stride
I want to thank Betsy for lending a hand She's one friend I'd call to my witness stand Though against her boyfriend -- that's one big demand She'll pick him over me (I've seen it firsthand)
Dwight says that the eyes are the groin of the face Were he here, he'd say you've been put in yo' place See, your balls won't look good in my trophy case But that's where they'll be, cuz you've just lost this race
Dear Randall, I feel some clarification is needed This challenge, to you, should have gone unheeded Thanks for the compliment; as a friend, you've succeeded No hatred within you I wish to have seeded
'Tis Erik I endeavor to boldly provoke Right now he's proving to be just a joke His status as rhyme legend will soon be revoked So now I won't even bother to go for broke
Your rhymes are weak, I will not post I will not speak, I will only ghost
You've got the same format I cannot stand for that So I'm gonna wipe my feet like you were a doormat A, A, A, A B, B, B, B That's not the style of a true MC like me
You need to vary your rhyme scheme Right now it's barely a pipe dream And it certainly won't provoke an MC supreme
So until you get better I refuse to play Until you fix your shit 'cause it's a pit of disarray But one future day when my hair is gray And your lyrical fixin's are no longer cliche Then and only then will I come to stay However for now no way Jose
Here's some more A, A, A, A, B, B, B, B My style absolutely works fine for me I just don't care if it seems bourgeoisie Rhymes would be boring with one kind of MC
You seem like a small child, throwing a tantrum Or ripping a tiny ant head from ant bum To your silly ideals I will not succumb I do what I want, and that's my rule of thumb
Do you read what you write, or drift in and out? That you have some talent is far beyond doubt But you refuse to show it except just to pout Your immature criticism does not hold clout
Go ahead, refuse to play, blah blah blah blah Do you need any help, refastening that bra? I think you're scared of becoming foie gras Yes, that's it, that's the problem you've got now -- voila
I don't know why I'd be refastening a bra. I'm pretty sure that is something that has never once left me happier than immediately before the refastening.
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Stay out of this world meant for men
Erikman and i settin the trend
Keep up and i'll recant then
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Although I always knew my rhymes you'd respect
Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to disaffect
(But spelling and grammar, I still will correct)
It's funny to me no one else even tried
Erik, I thought this was your thing, where's your pride?
To a friend, I would hate to think you have lied
Consider this challenge me breaking your stride
I want to thank Betsy for lending a hand
She's one friend I'd call to my witness stand
Though against her boyfriend -- that's one big demand
She'll pick him over me (I've seen it firsthand)
Dwight says that the eyes are the groin of the face
Were he here, he'd say you've been put in yo' place
See, your balls won't look good in my trophy case
But that's where they'll be, cuz you've just lost this race
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But let me emphasize this
When trying to be a good sport
It requires no retort
When complimented and congratulated
You bawk and bawk, you must feeel elated
I like your rhymes, they do the trick
Too bad you insist on being a prick
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This challenge, to you, should have gone unheeded
Thanks for the compliment; as a friend, you've succeeded
No hatred within you I wish to have seeded
'Tis Erik I endeavor to boldly provoke
Right now he's proving to be just a joke
His status as rhyme legend will soon be revoked
So now I won't even bother to go for broke
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I will not speak, I will only ghost
You've got the same format I cannot stand for that
So I'm gonna wipe my feet like you were a doormat
A, A, A, A
B, B, B, B
That's not the style of a true MC like me
You need to vary your rhyme scheme
Right now it's barely a pipe dream
And it certainly won't provoke an MC supreme
So until you get better I refuse to play
Until you fix your shit 'cause it's a pit of disarray
But one future day when my hair is gray
And your lyrical fixin's are no longer cliche
Then and only then will I come to stay
However for now no way Jose
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My style absolutely works fine for me
I just don't care if it seems bourgeoisie
Rhymes would be boring with one kind of MC
You seem like a small child, throwing a tantrum
Or ripping a tiny ant head from ant bum
To your silly ideals I will not succumb
I do what I want, and that's my rule of thumb
Do you read what you write, or drift in and out?
That you have some talent is far beyond doubt
But you refuse to show it except just to pout
Your immature criticism does not hold clout
Go ahead, refuse to play, blah blah blah blah
Do you need any help, refastening that bra?
I think you're scared of becoming foie gras
Yes, that's it, that's the problem you've got now -- voila
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