Ey bitch
I went from riding in cars
Now Im rovin on mars
Shootin for the stars
Stead of drinkin in bars

And I'm watching from afar
through my binoculars
watching some avatar
after smoking ma cigar

It's a bit irregular
and a little peculiar
but trust me
I'm an pornstar

My cock is huge
Itll make ya feel renewed
If I stick it inside you
Then ill take a poo
Cause its stranger than 4chan dude

so your talking's in the bin
and my patients wearing thin
soon you'll make an actual sin
against my matrilineal kin
and therein i shall begin
with only a small grin
to proclaim my clear win
against your recommission of sin

Spent all my money on coke
Now I am broke
My family has no hope
So I tied the rope

Well I think it's clear here who dominates
and I shouldn't have to abbreviate
how your poems can aggravate
with a small adjudicate
by a friendly pinkie pieistrate
we can find who will end up great
and of course who ends up losing their apostolate
so let's end it here before you end in checkmate
and realize with such chelate
that I'm the only one going to procreate

Your rhymes are fancy, but your soul is weak
Whearas me, bitch Im at the fuckin peak
Ill slam your ass till Im number one
Your at the end of a loaded gun
Ill admit, boy you rap pretty good
Like my homies back in the hood
And I may be going on a hunch
But do you know why kids love the tast of cinammon toast crunch?

So it seems that you can rhyme
but what you lack is in the lines
you can't seem to show a mind
behind your nonsensical hymns
I'm not at all like your homies
nor did I grow up in your hood
I'm a higher breed of adversary
far further born than your brood
and I don't much like your hunch
nor know why kids like cinnamon crunch
and now I vow that I can say
more about any other fray
but first let me ask you if you can answer a mystery
that holds so much history
the Taman Shud Case
a till now unbroken vase
break it's grace and you'll have earned yourself a face

Case you didn't hear, Im east side bitch
I murder all the bloods then I chill with my crips
You better back down now before we bust your mouth
And tie you up nice then send you south
South Side, bitch, hot damn is it bad
Baddest motherfuckers from here to Trinidad
They'd see you, pretty boy, and whip out there cocks
And fuck your ass till it was bleedin on the rocks
Basis of the story they wont treat you nice
and when theyre finished your gonna need a bad of ice

a-d-m-i-n-i-s-t-r-a-t-e

Instead of pinkie pieistrate

Swinging on bars. Rover on Mars. Opening jars. The Stars and Bars.

That's it, I'm out.

as great as those are (truly truly good) we now need to make it a song

Ey bitch
I went from riding in cars
Now Im rovin on mars
Shootin for the stars
Stead of drinkin in bars

And I'm watching from afar
through my binoculars
watching some avatar
after smoking ma cigar

It's a bit irregular
and a little peculiar
but trust me
I'm an pornstar

My cock is huge
Itll make ya feel renewed
If I stick it inside you
Then ill take a poo
Cause its stranger than 4chan dude

so your talking's in the bin
and my patients wearing thin
soon you'll make an actual sin
against my matrilineal kin
and therein i shall begin
with only a small grin
to proclaim my clear win
against your recommission of sin

Spent all my money on coke
Now I am broke
My family has no hope
So I tied the rope

Well I think it's clear here who dominates
and I shouldn't have to abbreviate
how your poems can aggravate
with a small adjudicate
by a friendly pinkie pieistrate
we can find who will end up great
and of course who ends up losing their apostolate
so let's end it here before you end in checkmate
and realize with such chelate
that I'm the only one going to procreate

Your rhymes are fancy, but your soul is weak
Whearas me, bitch Im at the fuckin peak
Ill slam your ass till Im number one
Your at the end of a loaded gun
Ill admit, boy you rap pretty good
Like my homies back in the hood
And I may be going on a hunch
But do you know why kids love the tast of cinammon toast crunch?

So it seems that you can rhyme
but what you lack is in the lines
you can't seem to show a mind
behind your nonsensical hymns
I'm not at all like your homies
nor did I grow up in your hood
I'm a higher breed of adversary
far further born than your brood
and I don't much like your hunch
nor know why kids like cinnamon crunch
and now I vow that I can say
more about any other fray
but first let me ask you if you can answer a mystery
that holds so much history
the Taman Shud Case
a till now unbroken vase
break it's grace and you'll have earned yourself a face

Case you didn't hear, Im east side bitch
I murder all the bloods then I chill with my crips
You better back down now before we bust your mouth
And tie you up nice then send you south
South Side, bitch, hot damn is it bad
Baddest motherfuckers from here to Trinidad
They'd see you, pretty boy, and whip out there cocks
And fuck your ass till it was bleedin on the rocks
Basis of the story they wont treat you nice
and when theyre finished your gonna need a bad of ice

a-d-m-i-n-i-s-t-r-a-t-e

Instead of pinkie pieistrate

**disregardtheponies rolls 378** I'M FUCKING BATMAN!!!