Fresh from my warmup on that Grey Goose goon,

One third of the trio with egos blown up like balloons,

This is the next coming of the ForumWarz rookie of the year.

I’m Lament, and you’ll be doing just that when I’m done here.

First off, props to my boy DB.

Like a Dung Beetle, he rolled with a pile of **** to get a victory.

He’s the pound-for-pound king who claims to be ‘verbose’.

But big words can’t really help you when you can’t come close,

To the flow that I lay down with my superior breed,

Of intellectual, sexually perverted, acidy comedy.

I know this battle might get rough, and I might get thrown in the mud,

But your beats are crippled like Timmeh. I’m Bugs Bunny. You’re Elmer Fudd.

You’re a dud, bud. You’re trying to **** out a forest fire,

And while I’m high on this herb, it’s a dumb move to conspire,

To defeat my beat with your Grade-C meat. Have a seat.

You look too low on Ego to go up against me, a Grade-A creep.

To all you other little eavesdroppers watchin’ the show,

Let me see two middle fingers from every seat in every row.

Show your appreciation to this Cosmic Mistake.

He’s not a fake, but he’ll still bend over and take,

My snake.