Rap Battle 9

I'm the rap messiah, the one you admire

think you're good at this, then try to hold back this riot,

'cause this shit is more intense than your house catching fire.

You and your clique couldn't defeat a punching bag,

I'm barely 5 lines in, and I see your white flag,

but your flag is futile since I'm waving a black one,

you're like a kid waving a Nerf gun,

no real threat,

and when I told you to fuck off,

your dumbass wept.

I'm on a lyrical crusade, so you better be afraid

I'm less predictable than a faulty grenade,

if you're not shaking yet,

then go get some fucking hearing aids.

If you think music is "casual", get back on the piano,

maybe you can be a desperate girl chaser just like Bruno,

Your lines are shallow

and you're softer than a marshmallow.

If you wanna survive, then you should bounce

when the panther decides to find you and pounce.