In Which I Rap Battle @ajpiano
But let’s stop this—try a topic with less awfulness.
It’s @Wilto from Twitter, threatnin’ to punch your esophagus.
Arguing semantics and trollin’ on all the haters.
Droppin’ the dopest stylistics—all of the rest r alligators.
Thought that I was finished? I’m back; look at me now.
Writin’ these baffling lyrics and hittin’ on every mark.
Drunken killing machine—call me the blonde Tony Stark.
So you’re runnin’ a diff against me? Here comes the ?boom:
Did you are unimpressed now?
⇐ Wilto just left the room.
ya lil wilto, i heard ya whack rhymes
they make me say WAT over 9000 times!
cause WAT’s what we say when you show your man-( . )
Aamir down to yonky, we all know ur noob.
me, how i roll? i’m the champ, got the chops
don’t step to me bro, cause you know i got ops
so check yaself soon, don’t say yain’t been warned
or ya momma find out just how babby is formed
Hold the phone; stop the press; break the loop, ‘cause (→Wilto joined)
Heard some chump in -ot needs roasting like a sirloin.
Play a sad song, Piano—think your Ops can save you now?
Hate to break it to you buddy: I’m straight cuttin’ you off the cow.
You’re sizzlin’ in the pan, already halfway cooked to done.
About to get served-up by this vegetarian.
So none for me though, it’s cool, no thanks.
Lil’ Wil’, not Lil’ Wayne—don’t eat rappers, just kick flanks.
compare me to meat? i must say, i’m impressed!
cause i’m lean and i’m fresh, pretty much i’m the best
don’t need chanserv or nickserv to do none of my biddin’
got something to show ya right where ya sittin’
it’s kinda like steak, but it’s more like a sausage
it’s gone ta close dis battle out just like mothafuckin’ Goose Gossage
so without further delay, what i want you to see
is the mighty wrath of my 8 equals equals D
You booked a trip through the meat grinder? Alright.
So you’re getting ground up, while my flows stay air-tight?
You’re feeling the squeeze while I’m squeezing on— Well:
Go ahead and assume; I don’t like to kiss and tell.
Seems all your tactics are lacking while I’m attacking these rhymes.
Hit the Basecamp tab—you just clocked killable time.