Originally Posted by ShiftySamurai
Jumpin' in a battle when you ain't even involved?
Time to quit the game, son. Your Trials ain't Evolved.
Slap you in the mouth with my go-go gadget grappler.
Everyone agrees that your riding's in the crapper.
It's cute, you spitting rhymes, when you aren't even legit.
Your lines are adolescent like a kitten at the tit.
Startin' all this beef like a tantrum throwin' tike.
Get up out my way, boy, there's no mustard on my bike.
Lyrically, you're forced because you're trying too hard.
I hope you know your helmet, It's the one marked MoTARD.
Now I'd love to stay all day, and keep you in my class.
But I've got runs to make so you can kiss my rider's ***.
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Your ****s busted you got no mustard
Them rhymes are so wack Im disgusted...
Your samurai's shifty the rogue with the ronin
Ya rhymes aint all that you just sound like your moanin
We know your a mod and your names in the green
But your times are in the red and you cant run extremes
So i opened the wound now im rubbin in the salt
Cos you cant finish gas'n'go in less than 10 faults
Cant keep up to a rider that is so skilled
So move out the way before you find yourself roadkilled

With a 2 day head start ill still be ahead o' ya
And dont get me started on your skills in the editor
Im here all day if your bothering again
So i can school you and show you the origin of pain
/end