The art of flow.

My first rap battle, feel like an mc with a rattle,

there's no telling where this is gonna end up as long as my competitor get how to battle,

Trip on these lines, just the same as Jolie did lines,

Bind my words like an open book, here have a look at my rookie rhymes,

the amount of times I been called useless, left with a feeling of worthlessness

I ain't giving up no game for nobody, not over my cold dead body,

they can rot like spoilt cheese, if it pleases the court, I'd like distort my enemy's face,

close the briefcase as i smash it across his face,

make haste and leave no trace behind me, warning you not to get in my way,

leave you dead in the south park like trey parker,

watch it or I'll stone like I'm about to do matt stone,

just kidding, though them guys killed Kenny, I still got love for em, the plenty,

Intellectual explosion, I ain't into no dragons or potions,

more into getting that pussy, smother on some of that lotion,

that's my kinda potion,

fuckin a bitch in her pussy while I smash my competitor's head open with the bottle of lotion,

I pull words out of my ass, before during and after class,

Although I ain't got time to rap I make time, ain't that shit just sweet as wine,

Sour as a berry, cause the blacker is the berry, isn't that the message kendrick meant to sent is?

Final line,I have finished you, tossed you up worse than spinach soup,

If you gotta practice just leave this verse on loop.