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"8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nick Trim
5/31/2018
Battle Rap
Yo, do you want to know why I rap better than you
My Man, let me tell you somethings that are true
All you do is sing about whatever or when
But I do my singing from the tip of my pen
Yo, and you talk like you're all that
All you sing are words like **** and shat
You really only talk the song, and most words you botch
Probably because you forget when you grab your own crotch
Yo, you sing of gangs or a dude with a gun
My man, I sing of stars the moon and the sun
You dress in clothes like half-assed pants
I dress in clothes that'll make you dance
Yo, you flash around all your jewels of gold
My man, they're probably all fake, so I've been told
I sing with class, spark and style
And I can walk with the best "8-Mile"
Yo, so isn't it time we put all this rap crap to rest
My man, just admit it, I rap the best
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