TheUsedToolguy

Well, that's it, I guess I win,
you all kept weaseling out, but now you're pinned,
I'd say you're just like dust in the wind,
but you're more like the grime in my dustbin,
we have some late breaking news, this just in,
we have some severe torrents on MB, it's really gusting,
TUTG's coming to knock down your house, while you sit there fussing,
there are so many bodies strewn around here, it's disgusting,
now bow before me, because I am the king,
don't ever have an unclear head, and enter my ring,
cuz' you'll be leaving with your arm in a sling,
I only say what's real, I never rap about bling,
You beside me is like Muggsy Bogues to Yao Ming,
but I fly like Jordan, so you'd think I have wings,
I brush you off my shoulder, like you don't mean a thing,
I blow by you so fast, that the wind is gonna' sting,
so beat it, like wacko jacko, cuz' you had your little fling,
I'll rhyme circles around you, and I also can sing,
I'm usually a nice guy, but I can be mean,
to keep me in check, you're gonna' need a triple team,
I sky over you like my name was Kareem,
and I swat the weak stuff out, as if I was The Dream,
my rhymes are a powerful ballet, like Kemp reigns supreme,
here I go afloating, gently down the stream,
Php, I hope you get the gist of my theme,
I did the whole thing without messing up the scheme,
maybe now, you'll be a little more serene,
or come on back and get burnt like curry