Masa Hirano wrote...
Looks like the Previous Rap made you speechless,
Are you taking a break from your freestyle preaches?
In a game like this, there's no time to slowdown
you started this game yourself, Weren't you looking for a throwdown?
I may be a white boy, But I spit Gangsta' Hymns
My rhymes are so sharp, they may cut off a limb
And no, I'm just typing random things to waste some time
Well I kinda am, But at least they rhyme
Y'know, I'm not really digging this whole "Freestyle" thing
Scrawny white kids like me should really just sing
Well, that's not just me, That's what stereo-types say
Now I'm gonna blow this joint and go watch me some anime.
FO' SHO!
man that was sorta bold
tossing out those rhymes like bread with mold
Or maybe some cold rubbery dinner rolls
You call my raps are cold.
But I say "Let he without sin cast the first stone"
Didn't wanna fight but now it's you I'm gonna pwn
You just had to walk into my rhymin' killzone
by the end I'm gonna bake that *ss into a calzone
Your carcass stripped, tenderized and de-boned
While I'm sitting pretty up on my throne
picking through the desert scones
In victory I will be alone
for the seeds of your defeat you have just sown.
So let's go
And pull up the curtain for this show
You gonna come running like Iori or Kyo?
But in the end it doesn't matter
still gonna be serving your *ss on a platter
As just audience aside Look out for the artery splatter
Cause I'll be flipping your mind just like the mad hatter
it's just plain to get anywhere near me you're gonna need a ladder
Last chance to back out before I cook ya into some tempura batter
So I'll give ya some grace time to scatter