This jumped into my head on the drive home and I had to jot it down here before I forgot it.
Fellas love me, they call me dyn-o-mite.
Ladies love me, they call me gyn-o-mite.
Don’t like me, hey that’s all right.
Pacifist here, I don’t wanna fight.
Cuz I’m the MC thresher.
Sucka MC suppressor.
Overflowing with rhymes, call me MC dresser.
Dynamic not static, lyrics automatic.
I hope this gets liked by @Melizmatic.
Here in Seattle by way of the Bay-ay.
Like a Warrior I’m coming out to play-yay.
Stick around for more rhymes, you’ll be glad to stay ay.
Mutants, put up your hands, say hey hey.
Can’t stop won’t stop like I’m in the 80s.
Drive a Subaru, I don’t do Mercedes.
MC pirate saying ahoy maties.
Bunches of rhymes like I was the Brady’s.
High definition, truth not fiction.
Don’t like my rhymes? You can suck my diction.
Names not Horace, Robert, or Boris.
Vocabulary like Roget’s Thesaurus.
Dissing me, you may well diss yo mama.
Lyrical drone strike, call me MC Obama.
Go to Japan, they call me Ficus-sama.
I rise to the top like Fuji-yama.
