The rap keeps rollin’
ReallyGoodWater kept the challenge alive and asked for rebuttal. So peep this:
Way to use Reese’s piece just to get on my goodside, I hope it’s Witherspoon cuz I’d tan that hide. You wanna front like you know Autobots and Decepticons, you best take a little bit to double check your lexicon. Open up wide for some Really Good Water, yo rhymes’ straight out the oven but mine still rock hotter. I aint a boy scout, but I’m always prepared, and I roll mad deep so I aint never scared. I aint strapped, naw I’ll leave that to Moran and X, besides I collect bullet wounds like K-fed’s welfare checks. But I’m the improv immortal, entering a portal to a world where my deaths make the folks all stand and chortle. Or Guffaw, you know that’s a boisterous laugh, you think you stand tall? I’ll Thunderjack you in half. That’s a shoutout to my main Lego man Ka-Bow, making somethin out of nothin makin y’all say “WoW” like in Azeroth, rockin with the Tauren and Gnomes. I log into the server then straight into yo homes. I got weapons oh so epic, don’t bother me with ethics, I rocktopus so hard you’d think that I was a Mythic. One more thing, before I drop the mic to the stage I’m a buildin up the lyrics and I’m storin the rage. You better check yo smoke detector and not cross any wire, cuz I’m just getting warmed and I’ll be spittin hot fire.
For those of you not keeping score, here are the previous rhymes:
In response to ElMarko64’s keystyle verse:
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 requst 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.
Alright Mark, let’s see what we can do here:
Dear Mark Hale thanks for taking the lead,
Like a trail of Reese’s Piece’s follow like E.T.,
But you’re just on the ground, I’m extra terrestrial,
Prayin’ to get lifted but I’m glued into this vestibule,
Catch a cold, sniffle sneeze, bless you, I thank you please,
Sail on this flow, moving no where with pleasantries,
I am on a boat, but it ain’t no lonely island,
Sky is the limit but I’m starin’ at horizon,
Can you hear me now, I ask you like Verizon,
Can you fear me now, that’s your homework assignment,
Can you beer me now, it’d be divine hoptimus primin’,
That’s the end, hit me up by replyin’.
