Open Mic: A verse...

Yo, Yo, I keystyle cos there's no activity, I'm hostile cos I don't like the way people look at me, I was on trial but I escaped captivity, Now I'm in denial of my own creativity, I have the proclivity to do as I please, I ruin festivities cos I don't aim to appease, My audio-conductivity will have you at ease, Any negativity will have you down on your knees, Beg for forgiveness, I'm your witness, You'll collapse through lack of vocal fitness, So don't try to sing this, In plain English, Allow me to explain why you're on my new hitlist, You tried to resist us, But you pissed us, You exist cos you traded in your life for a fist-fuck, Shit I hate you this much, You dumb fuck, Look but don't touch or lose your body in a dump truck, Now you're dumb-struck, Stuck and staring, First time you met a Chink on the net who keeps swearing, You think you're so daring, More like a red-herring, I can tell you're from the streets from the shabby clothes that you're wearing, Yes I'm overbearing, I don't care, I'll battle any nigga anytime and anywhere, The rhymes you care to share come out like a little puff of air, Next time try to hide them like a secret love affair, You can't compare to me, there's nothing better than perfection, My rhymes can resurrect the dead and cause you to lose your net connection, So ask yourself another question, a little introspection, Which chick did you fuck to get that venereal infection?

Adios...