Yo man, that's a pretty sick fire. Your rhymes are weak, not a thing to aspire. I called the big man, no try little. Look at you, so frail and brittle.
[Jesus christ you're making this hard.]
The fire died. Little man Dirk cried. This rap battle is officially gonna be over.
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Yo man, that's a pretty sick fire.
Your rhymes are weak, not a thing to aspire.
I called the big man, no try little.
Look at you, so frail and brittle.
[Jesus christ you're making this hard.]
The fire died.
Little man Dirk cried.
This rap battle is officially gonna be over.