Battle Rap

hey man, your words smell like tuna fish your rhymes are ludicrous and I have a wish you on vacation would be my bliss your shirt is wearing spagetti did you dine in the serengeti oh yeah ha ha just call me ever ready my words will make you sink and weep I could be part of those boyz backstreet 'cause I got the beat get off the rapping stage and get back in your cage your rhymes have no mustard they are lackluster oh yeah they are just clutter so cheap and flat and that's a fact do you need me to make a map you need to call it a wrap and take a long swim while I grin and drink gin and you and your poems in the water spin do you want some oil of olay best go to bed for the day maybe pray until you grow gray and your poems decay just quit if you don't like my wit just stay in your pit okay I am done and really need to run you know this was just for fun all those insults I spun yeh, its just for a competition and I was on a mission __________________________ May 25, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/Rap/Battle Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1025-878-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, 8 Mile Style, Hip hop/free style rap sponsor, Tim Trim (a.k.a. Nick Trim) Ninth Place