Rap battle

I come in, wrecking balls like hannah montana,

fawners you pander, goners you and your fans are

I'm gandalf, you can't pass, you can only pass on

I'd make your flesh marred, with the way my rants scar

Don't bother to get faster, you'd catch asthma before you catch up

I'll undress your rap farce like a salad with no wet sauce or garnish

It's garish, your bars' sick, like rotten parsnips that got my arse split

And nauseous, If you ain't cautious, I'll leave you unconscious in a moshpit

In a Renaissance fair, in a crowd of steel toes and barbed gauntlets

I trump raps, you blow trumpets, your triumph's dead, no more comfort

From now on, you're targeted, even from the corner of my cornea

Your mother's gonna mourn ya, after I burn ya like gonorrhea

My drama garners Oscars, your's a nun going 'blah blah blah karma'

If you are what you swallow, I leave you green like an iguana

Harbouring a cart of dipped guavas, so yeah I'd suggest you quit, haha

The only way you're a major trip's if your circuit breaker just flipped, if not, then nada