I'm the FrshPrnce, but I'm not Big Will
You had your say so kick back 'cause I'm set to ill
When my rhymes come at you, you know you feel a chill
'Cause by the time I'm finished you've got close to nil
To a thing that could ever touch my rap
You called yours a rap? It's closer akin to crap
I could sleep a whole night for you to of think a rap
But when it comes to me you'd only get a nap
It's like your brain is covered in sap
Or like I bone past you on the final lap
And the only way I'd lose to you is if I'd lost both my arms
If you had picked up some charm
If you had threatened to do me bodily harm
Knocked up my girl so she's a teenage mom
But yo, I'd only wait for you to hear the alarm
Cause you're dreamin'!
You could never hold a candle to me
You could never handle like me
I'll use the mic to mop the floor with you and see how spick and span it'll be
Consider this a tutorial, an advanced learning
Before I came in here you earning
Way more than you would deserve
While I'm here holding on to curves
Of the honeys I swerve
Like last night's dinner consider yourself served
Here comes the end of my rappin' initiation
If no one else steps up, I understand your reservations
Props to bigted. This was fun. Don't think I could do anymore though. I bragged enough of trash for the rest of my life.