rap battle.

Before I start, I'd like to point out that my opponent has plagiarised. Instead of writing his own original lyrics, he decided to steal lines like "my flow sick like stickin d*** into a syphilis cooch" - the original bar can be found here:http://www.lrc6.com...In the link, you'll see the lyrics for the Hopsin song called 'Hop is back' where the same line is used: "I'm sicker than sticking my freaking dick inside of a bitch's syphilis cooch".Let's continue though because there's more... His "honest Abe/free a million slaves" line came from epic rap battles of history - the one where it's Abe Lincoln vs. Chuck Norris. http://epicrapbattlesofhistory.wikia.com...I don't even feel like checking the rest... At this point it's clear that my opponent is a cheap plagiariser. When you copy/paste the work (or in this case, the rhymes) of other people and pass them off as your own raps it's lame. I hope the audience and judges will take his plagiarism into consideration when judging this rap battle. I urge for you to consider an auto-loss, as that is general procedure whenever someone plagiarises in these things.*Now, to get back to the rap battle, I'll be presenting my own original lyrics* This kid wants to talk about a syphilis cooch like he's cool with diseasesbut he's more like an epileptic patient, when he see's the truth he just freezesOh jesus, the kid decided to cheat and use other people's wordsBut to get away with plagerism you need to alter more than the verbsYou talk about hiroshima like some kind of cataclysmic eventbut I'm the bomb shelter under ground with walls made of cementthe percent of consent for what you represent underwent a change to dissentrepent, lest we resent your ascent due to the fake rhymes that you spentYou're right about my win-ratio, now bow down and worship the kingIf this was a baseball game, your the ball and I'm Babe Ruthing the swingFvck a tidalwave, I come in like a wrecking ball in the springyou've got a weak heart, I'm cholesterol, and attack with a stingThis is just the warm-up boy, and look, it's all original materialI'm a stormcloak riding a dragon, your just a lonely imperialI love destroying cheats like you, I'm a rap game killer who's serialI'm that fully evolved charizard who'll eat your pidgey azz like some cerealIf you're the terminator then I'm a boiling pool of molten lavait sucks that my mom has fungus cause yours tastes like brazillian guavaI take that sweet pvssy and throw her on the side of the blockthe only wet stains you know is when it's high-tide at the dockThe only tools you're using is the copy and paste feature If you were the rap president then call me the impeacherIn this battle you're the pupil, I'm the teacher and preacherI'll blow you up faster than a hissing minecraft creeperYou couldn't be michael jackson even if you were a thrillerlike Samson in the bible I'll tear down your pillarIf this was a mafia game I'm the godfather you're just the millerthe rhymes you didn't plagerise is nothing but fillerForreal though, what's the deal hoe, are you real slow?wheels go, spinning while I'm grinning at your steal showteal snow turns to red after I butcher you with my steel bowyou can be Achilles while I fire arrows at your heel broFace it, defeat is yummy, and I know you can taste itnext time you do a rap battle, try not to paste it