Freestyle Me the Real Slim ShadeDBZ

[Garamonde]

Who ya think you are, hatin' on my style?

I think you're just jealous, but so in denial

That's okay my fam, I sure would be too

If I actually made everything rhyme (ooooh!)

Longer lines give me so much more space

To roast you to ashes without leavin' a trace

Whoever said rap had hard 'n fast rules?

Long as ya unravel the words like silky spools

Don't gotta be fancy, or try too hard

But you're comin' at me so I'll put up my guard

You think you're bein' cool, you think you're bein' clever

But you won't stop me in my rapping endeavor

Come on now though, we don't gotta fight

I ain't schoolin' nobody, I thought we was tight

Let's just get along here my dear big bro

Nobody here gotta prove they pro

We all have our own ways, that makes us unique

So might I ask we cease this pointless critique?

We're sharing a passion here, that ain't no crime

I wish I could continue, but I'm runnin' outta time

[Though I cannot take a photo of myself right now, pretend there is a Rad Sans shootin'
you the peace symbol here. Trust me, I'm there in your hearts. Word.]