Now that we've heard from amateur hour, shall we begin the main
event? 

"And now here's something I hope you really like!" - R. Squirrel 

I got's the flow, 
and mo', not Mo, 
so yo, fool... 
step off, and I mean down 
away from the mic 
lookin like a sad-faced clown. 
spreadin your hack, your wack - ass, 
attempts at attack 
on my crown. 
Don't you know? It's old school style. 
Kickin my beats and the bass in your face 
A can of Raid for your place 
get rid of them webs 
and your super fly pile 
of rot. 

Wot? 
Not enuff for you, silly lil' D? 
Lemme drop medieval for thee: 
Thine mode of discourse 
tis unsounding to mine ear 
thou canst comprehend not 
for I am come, the Lord of Fear. 
Armor of Darkness devours thine light, 
a pox, a blight, and nowhere for flight. 

Run, rabbit run 
I'm eating your sun 
and spitting out rhymes 
better than the Lazy Gun. 
But wait, what's this? 
Lemme add fuel to the fire, 
fan my desire, 
lookee here, it's your funeral pyre. 

Twas a good little jaunt, 
tain't no denyin', 
but your rap was too weak, 
for this freak at his peak 
performance is fryin 
you all. 
So gaunt, so gaunt... 
Nothing but skin on them bones 
boy. 


Word to you. And your mother.

-d.


PS Loveya. =)