It’s on…
The gauntlet was crafted by Brady, but it seems it’s up to me to throw it down, so here goes y’all keystylin’ free-for-all is on!
Yo it’s Mark, I’m hailin from the 513, and I’m callin out the bluff handed down by Brady. Showin off my mad skills, shurkin off my worst ills, through the lips and back again like I took too many pills. Spittin game like Milton Bradley, rhymes and more but sadly, I can’t quit the lyrics cuz if I do they’ll end badly. Ya know I’m reppin the 8th Floor, longformin’ and then more don’t ask me to confrom cuz that request I will ignore. I got puns out the dome, now I wanna go home, so just(Alt+M) and I’m ready to roam. Gotta cut a news station so I’ll FireFox, I had Internet Explorer til he caught the smallpox. I stand six feet (That’s three pairs of socks), not a druggie, hate geology cuz I aint down with rocks. You wanna test my wit, step right up and sit, I’ll be gatherin my lyrics gettin ready to spit.
Bring. It. On.
