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