Battlerap

(Horrible cries in an empty, echoing chamber)
Cameron! Cameron!
(Mad beats start)
Is there anyone here who can face me?
A single Mother F-ing drone who'll replace me?
Here you come in your black slacks and your lace sleeves,
If you have my IP can you trace me,
to the down South bayou where I honed my skills,
and now I think IOU for a battle of wills,
(Chorus)
If you push me I snap back like a crocodile,
Dr. Wily got a quarter-cut a' my wile,
When you rap all you do is make me smile,
I got the beans in Jack's bag for Giant Style,
(Verse)
So I'm big, have a cig, whoops it blew in your face,
Guess the wick was a whack, so I'll put you in place,
Back to the basics like MK1,
You can drive a Mach 5 but the limits 61,
And the cops are anal as an alien probe,
You can't be a Jedi by wearing a robe,
You got a light sabre, but I'm a blaster,
With one shot you will fly like a bug named Baxter,
BAM like the period at the end of a clause
(My Grammar is Grammatical,
My plans are piratical)
And I throw you to Jaws,
And I throw you to Jaws