Him:
rain rain go away, that rap was lame, a throw away, swerve in my lane get towed away, im superb with my game what the quota say? imma burn yo rhymes while the doja blaze, imma curse ya swines reverse ya times all ya herb is mine watch me cultivate, hold it WAIT! I needa slow the rape, verbal molestation, with herbal medication, cuz the 831 purple's the best we blazin in the entire nation set fire ablaze in my iris, so bow down to the highness, with my jungle queen who stay pristine with the high-ness, ya might just find us swingin from vines with the vibes of Pandora tribe with so much swag but kindness it'll blow ya mind like a soldiers mine bitchhhh
Me:
Boy ya street-rhymin, hat on the ground i guess I'll throw a dime in, I got spare change for the verb villain cryin, its not yo fault yo got caught by a lion on the vegas strip, my cirque du soleil fierceness got a grip, claw down yo back yo just a target for my kids, my baby cubs do tricks and your skin just aint that thick...I'll send em back to the cage for a bit, toss in the meat and watch em chomp you to bits
Him:
And i'll throw a diamond, let it glisten n shine n brighten yo day with lightnin blaze ganja with wisemen, peasants can envy the rhymin tyrant and copy so sloppy but they dont say shit like simon
Me:
Your rhymes go down like white wine, bitter and yellow tastes like a Sin City crime, goddamn whats that smell? yellow bastard crawled out from hell, i aint trippin I'll never scream, I got that jessica alba swerve and gleam, bruce willis behind me, ready to fight and watchu bleed, maybe let others join in for free, i got clive owen halle berry and brittney murphy on the scene, mickey rourke unleash the team and ill grab a gun from under the seat, youll be as dead as jackie boy in one miho sword sweep, knock ya head off clean
