(Note to Anthology: Are the voting threads for all three verses, or is there one voting thread for each verse)


Damn toy rapper, baby-wipes boy rapper
Still-writing-wit-ya-eye rapper
Your-nuts-stuck-in-a-rhyme-dick-tionary rapper
When you gon' learn to write wit ya ears, rapper?
You-can't-even-hear-internal-rhymes, you wanksta
Internal rhymes is what my first verse was about, you faux gangsta
Second verse was dissing your Wu-Tang-dick-riding arse fly
Can't believe I have to explain this shit to ya
On my ish, "shit" rhymes wit "fish", psycho-acoustically
What's next, you tell me you "truely" don't rhyme with "enemy"?
But that's what happens when you get your cues from rhyme dictionaries
You really do need to go back to hooked-on-phonics
Bitch, you need to take this beating in missionary position
Extra, extra, read all about this commotion:

"I got the biggest balls that you seen thus far"

Quickest flow, witty-est of them all, no par
While you unsuccessfully try to make Love In This Club,
I just spiritually make love in these bars,
Hop off these nuts mon (man), I'm tryna bust wan (one)
Dem fiya in mi loins, 'bout tah booyaka, booyaka
Previous round, I smoked you like Meth and didn't get high
Why? Cos you're harmless, I'm Mos Def-est, You're soundless
Took YOUR space, made it MySpace, now I own you like Murdoch
Replaced YOUR face wit mine on YouTube lists,
made it MyTube, now YOU got identity crisis
Confirmed you's a bitch when you said you got cysts
Stale bread you are, you done turned into yeast
What More Can I Say? Guru play the beat!
Moment of silence for this bietch I'm 'bout to beat

{silence}

Don't make me converse wit you using another concept verse like my first stanza
Put you in a hearse, then bury you alive, bull's eye!
Cleanup on aisle ninety-nine is needed, you douche bag
Go back into your momma's vagina and lose hard
From the beginning, you BEEN a loser
Fffffuck!!! I'm child-abusing this mo'fucka
Damn, even my hypeman got better lines than you
To even this out, imma let you battle my adlibs:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah
Yo, uh, I'm hiphop, I won't stop, uh
I'm hiphop, I won't stop, nuh, NEVER....
You Lost One, You're Clinton, I'm Obama
911, I sent you to E.R. for causing you trauma