Come on, move it! Get in one line here! (Double K) I got, ten MC's held up in a line Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme So which one will it be that I choose to test first The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a p**y and even worse He was talkin bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist So I???? into the next s**a face (next) This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed Bustin bout b**hes he be hittin and his stupid a** clothes b**h smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin' But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin' Under the authority of someone lower than me Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here's the seventh MC Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!) Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck It was like a f**in joke, me and the gang got a good laugh, He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his f**in a** like (sounds of fighting) Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured, Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my n***as, God damn this that, and all the guns in the world Harder than most n***as on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!) Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover, Told her, "be back in two weeks!" you see all I wanted to do was bone her Word, she's out like yesterday's six pack So let's get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew, What should we do, Thes said he knew them n***as from some open mic spot, They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2 "Yea you money! I'm talkin to you!" "You got a battle rap? Battle me!" "Wa**up?!" "Battle me!" "Wa**up?!" (Thes One) Yo! What would you do if I could prove you didn't exist and it was true Like??? solidified proof of your essence Of you in the spoof of your birth Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here And a**ist you beneath your fear An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true, Am I right or???, too complex for quote I'll have the final say, Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you're not free yet, man You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head, Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?! That latin listening to Coolio? So I ask, What was your mom's task when she had you? If fully she knew that through all of her pain Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain, no style! No smile, your memories are worth a sh**pile to me You believe that you're free?!! Man, free from your mom, Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see, I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist, So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to, You won't do it, I'm screwin your thinkin! I know I exist and I prove it cause I'm listening to you But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were true? And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can't break out the cycle Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God if I'm right though, Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil, When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival, Believe you'll be round tomorrow kid, yo, You've borrowed time with no entrance, And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch And you disappear in an instant, Fool what?! What?! "n***a f** you! You can't rap anyway" "We up out of here!" "s**a a** n***as! Eat a dick!"