Rap Battle

I might not be the smartest,The tallest or the strongest,My d!ck might not be the thickest,The sharpest or the longest,You might be smarter,Stronger,Taller,And Richer than me,But there is me... And that's something that you'll never be!See I'm a combination, formulated,By God when he masturbated,Had a pleasurable epiphany,And you know what conjured up? Me,He said to himself "I just masturbated","How should this occasion be celebrated?",And as the angels waited,As he contemplated,His mind thought of me and became elated,He said, what a fine creation,He's a beast in all respects,Not too much of anything, perfection at its best,He has a little this, a little that,rat-a-tat-at,And magically,He imagined me,And this is what we have after that.I'm a mixed race,Displaced,International guy,In a second,I'd have reckoned,Any con or lie,That you could throw me,You are only,A standard creation,You might as well be made in China,Or another communist nation,For all that you are...Is another chip off the block,You're just another rapper,Thinking you're the king of hip-hop,But let me tell you something big-boy,There's more to it than rhyme,Tell me... Do you act so arrogant all the time?Do you really think you can rap faster than Twisted Insane?That you really are anything close to "My bane",That every single chick,Alive,Even aged five,Wants your D!ck?That your flow is anything close to hospital-bed sick?Man my flow is so sick, it needs medication,Genius plans so many, can't count the population,I am the master of false-pretence and misrepresentation,In fact what if the reality you cherish is merely my creation?When I say ideas, they spread, to heads, like a pandemic disease,It's that secret people beg to hear go on their knees and scream "PLEASE"OH PLEASE TELL ME THE IDEA OF THIS RATIONALMADMAN,"Alright, listen up homie it's some intense thing for a human"His idea is we take everyone who opposes him,We wring 'em like a cloth until they bleed so their flesh is paper thin,Then as they lay their dead,We crush their bones, starting with their head,And cook their organs and feed them to starving kids who were bred,In nations where you eat each other if it means you survive,Then he will breed a batch of monsters who, to him, they owe their life,And he will take over the world with the victim of capitalism,And spread socialism, and lock every rich motherf*cker like you up in a torture chamber of a prison,And when he's risen, from the depths of hell where God first designed him,He isn't gonna be kind or non-violent, or silent,He's gonna scream like a police siren,"I HATE YOU MONSTERS AND NOW YOU'RE ALL MY VICTIMS"And there will be no rhyme or reason when he flips the switch,From rationality to insanity he'll seem to be possessed by a witch,He will rip the throats and heart out of all the capitalist rich,You think Robin Hood was bad enough? He's RationalMadman's b!tch!And when he rises to the top, he will not stop, he will continue,If he meets you and fancies you he will shove his d!ck in you,And both your holes, he will not hesitate to venture into,He's merciless, could not care less what the heck you have been through.He's able to switch between and first and third person in a single rap,If you tell him you're better than him he won't give a crap.So just bend over, little boy, so your A$$ can get a slap,That's right b!tch rest,You've met the best,Go and take a baby nap,You're nothing compared to me,I am the G of all G's,When girls wanna f*ck me I make 'em get on their knees and beg please,I sting 'em like a wasp not a bee,I don't die I just feel free,To spread my seed whenever I need,I'm as bada$$ as can be,So next time,You rhyme,Don't whine,About the guy you wish to be,Because truly,You don't fool me,You're inferiority,Is easy to see,So shake your boobies,On porno movie,And give 'em to me for free,Your moobs on TV,For me to freely,Masturbate happily,To just fap to and really,You're nothing compared to me.Not nearly my level of crazy.