“
“Um, we’re sittin’ in the barn and the sun’s goin’ down
When I was a kid at Burger King I wore a crown
Dude, I can’t rhyme for shit
So I’ll let my boy Takumi rip it.”
“Damn, Pudge, I’m not sure I’m quite ready
But like Nightmare on Elm Street’s Freddy
I’ve always got the goods to rip shit up
Last night I drank wine it was like hiccup hiccup
The Colonel’s beats are sick like malaria
When I rock the mic the ladies suffer hysteria
I represent Japan as well as Birmingham
When I was a kid they called me yellow man
But I ain’t ashamed-a my skin color
And neither are the countless bitches that call me lover.”
“Oh shit did you just diss feminine gender
I’ll pummel your ass then stick you in a blender
You think I like Tori and Ani so I can’t rhyme
But I got flow like ghostbusters got slime
Objectify women and it’s fuckin’ on
You’ll be dead and gone like Ancient Babylon.”
“If my eye offends me I’ll pluck it out
I got props for girls like old men got gout
Oh shit now my rhyming got all whack
Lara help me out and pick up the slack.”
“My name is Lara and I’m from Romania
This is pretty hard, um, I once visited Albania
I love riding in Alaska’s geo
My two best vows in English are EO
I’m not so good with leetle i’s
But they make me sound cogismopoleeteen, right?
Oh, Takumi, I think I’m done
End thees game weeth some fun.”
“I drop beats like Hiroshima, or better yet Nagasaki
When girls hear me flow they think that I’m rocky
To represent my homeland I still drink sake
The kids don’t get my rhymin’ so sometimes they mock me
My build ain’t small but I wouldn’t call it stocky
Then again, unlike Pudge, I’m not super gawky
I’m the fuckin’ fox and this is my crew
Our freestyle’s infused with funk like my gym shoes
and we’re out.”
Alaska, Lara, Pudge, Takumi, and The Colonel (Looking For Alaska by John Green)
