Who’s that rapping way outta his league?
Here come my rhymes like a German blitz krieg
Trent is a pansy and I roll my panzer
He’s the true Abba Queen Dancer

Now I be talkin’ `bout the Worl’ War Two
Trent be like France when I am through
Nothing you can do to stop the Axis of Style
You fired shots; missed by a country mile

I better give some shout outs, or I’m going down
Capital South, Blue line to George town
You know da names: KP, Mary and the Mandy
I floated from Dunder Mifflin and my name is Andy

Trent think he beat me by calling me out
I’ll be honest, a true Eagle Scout
I cut and pasted my lines `cuz they classic
They so huge, you thinking Jurassic

But I’m not one to rest on my laurels
Specially when accused of improper morals
So this time it’s fresh from the top shelf
Of solid gold lines, written by D-Rock himself

Trent should be privileged that I stoop to his level
He down so low his neighbor’s the devil
My lyrics so heavenly they reach immortal heights
Trent’s rhymes are dead, so read their last rites

Everywhere D go, it’s like a museum
Ladies is fightin, just for a chance to see him
So pay your admission and get you some tickets
He a seagull in da field, eatin’ mormon crickets

I’m lightning fast, and nobody quicker
Why can’t old people turn off they blinker?
The womens come at me for some Jane Eyre romance
Derek Zoolander rock the magnum; they in a trance

Now I ain’t derelict and I can turn both ways
Got so many rhymes I could go on for days
We’re at the end of the line, so throw the big switch
As for me, off to the club to find me a … niche

Rained – OUT.

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