I mean I might as well throw my two cents in.

Busta Rabbi twenty eleven.

0:10

I'm an emcee that couldn't be placed in most of y'all category,
An allegory, a Dark Knight adapted from your childrens stories,
A horror story, Spilling your blood to transform into rivers of eeirie,
Till your grandmothers shout the all glory, and all holy,
As I take a big shot like Robert Horry,
Your rhymes are comedic at best and executed poorly,
If I was to rape you on a track it would be considered stachitory,
Probably report me, And take me on a show on day time television to talk with Maury,
Shit is humorous,
My rhymes are tumorous,
And contain ruthlessness,
And abusiveness,
To your obtrusiveness,
Uselessness,
To my marvelous,
Arrogance,
Woo, Rick Ross flow to block up a corinary,
Your rhymes are a direct coralary,
To humans temporary, intellgence,
Your rhymes irrelevance,
Only boost my relevence and reverence,
Your rhymes are temporance,
While mine remain heaven sent,
Ominous, tollerance, for corroberance,
Leave your mind in a microwave to watch it bloat,
If this contest is your best Eyedea i'll break it By The Throat.

0:55

Ya'll need to wake up,
In a pit with a viper,
To make your mind shake up,
Down the street from a sniper,

Ha, you think this a bake up?
You think your stlye is flier,
Time to end the fakes up,
This a battle ain't even a cypher.

Ya'll need to wake up,
In a pit with a viper,
To make your mind shake up,
Down the street from a sniper,

Ha, you think this a bake up?
You think your stlye is flier,
Time to end the fakes up,
This a battle ain't even a cypher.