Rap Battle

My opponent has responded with rhymesSo trashy I assume he's committing verbal crimes.I imagine this sucker rapping for dimesafter I beat his as$ several hundred times.My opponent thinks he's celebrated?That satire is so sharp it's serrated.His raps are unable to be imitatedWithout becoming universally hated.This punk must be drunk if he believes he can brawl with me.I'm going to give you a cold turkey epiphany.You can't rap for crap, I could beat you while taking a nap.You'll get trapped and wrapped Mr. God Fapped.It truly amuses me that such a thing is going on, you prawn.You're gayer than that woman from Black Swan, come on!You should have already withdrawn-leave before you spawn!You make a mute swan look like the trumpeter swan you're such a con.My primary evaluation of you is that you possess the intelligence of a brick.You better run quick before I kick your non-so-thick candlestick of a trickonto my d!ck and lick that sick chick on her salt lick, without the shtick.Hell, you're a hick, your swagger stick is the same size as a fish stick.I apologize for being so freakin' dirty and flirty.I probably don't even want your girl, she's probably like thirty.But what girl would want you, you shrew?You probably have very few dudes when you review your crew.No more than Lou, Drew, Stu, and your boo. By the way, does she moo?You are too easy to outo, I never knew how to construe your warped world view.You can't brew a rap like beef stew, I don't believe your ground crew can imbue You with the how to to cut through your zoo of a verbal pas de deux.Who do you look up to? Bitch, I've got stomach flu and I can beat you, my sioux.I'll cook your stew Cordon Bleu, and foam you up like shampoo. You get no redo.Man, you're more buzzed than Pikachu when you try to pull through!I could rap better in Urdu! Where do you get your beat? A kazoo?No matter what goal you pursue, you can't subdue this master, Babu!I'll come back at you anew tomorrow at two like deja vu. Adieu!I was just kidding when I said I was done. Can you imagine, done after only 12:01?I won't stop my assault until I've won, you run like Formula 1, or I drop like Big Pun.This isn't even fun, it's like swearing at a nun. I might make your head come undone.You can't even play Hot Cross Bun, I think you've been beaned while attempting a home run.My rap is about to get really fast, so don't look aghast when I release my verbal sonic blast.Your rap is half-assed, you've been misclassed as rap's Thomas Nast, when you can't last.You're less mature than a lymphoblast, you're crumbling like a plaster cast, easy to lambaste.At long last, your time has passed, you've amassed a vast amount of insult to your caste.I could beat your butt until it's trite, give you a fright so bad you'll never be all right, So you'll lock the doors tight tonight, and use a nightlight to protect you from my might.I feel contrite for a human blight that can't write or recite a rap because of stage fright.I try to be polite, but your skills are slight, you can't even get laid unless the district sight is red light.I'll give it to you black and white, little mite, I'll even say it outright, without any delight.Despite the fact your grammar is alright, and your acceptance of my invite, your very lightskills are less visible than ultraviolet light, and your voting right is a mistaken human right.You might overwrite progress by emcees in spite. Quite, you have a sad plight, I hope you don't bite.This paragraph marks this round's fin. This is about the time you should admit that I win.Any other move would be a sin, a cause for chagrin, I dare you to even keep up your chin.I'll bust your skin so you remember my grin when I toss you within the loony bin, wherein you'll lose this battle like a head lost Anne Boelyn. Take it, has been!I didn't really mean any of that, I'm actually a really nice guy. This is fun though! I loved reading your response, and thank you for accepting. That being said, BEAT THIS PUNK!