A Dark Horse Enters, Yo

(Jumps up onstage and intercepts the mic)

A to the B to the S to the TRACT Add another word and that's me, RORSCHACH I pick up the mic cause I can't stand no more Of your puerile battle-scheme rhymes--they're a bore

I come here to throw my hat in the ring And you know that I can't lift my voice to sing And since I despise all the previous crap Just give me a chance to set down my rap

Your words to me are just odiferous stench And I am here to sit you all on the bench Can everyone go out and buy a thesaurus So we can have some unique verses here for us

So what, in short, that I have come here to say Is I will KO you like L. L. Cool Jay And you got no hope, of this you can be sure Because your vocab and your rhymes are demure

A gentleman true knoweth just when to quit So here endeth verily my wordage bit If anyone challenge, I will welcome the call But I know that I'll win because I pwn joo all

(Grabs random block of cheddar cheese from the nearby table and buries mic in it)