The first rap arena did extremely well, so I thought I'd bring it back. I've asked Strop if it was okay, and he missed it too.
The rules are simple, Rap hard!
There is no end, just rapping.
I'll start.
Well, I'm sittin here on my chair, Wonderin if this is fair, cause everyone knows that it's summertime. And that's when I break out these crazy rhymes. As I type all of these words, that no one's ever heard, I think about who I am, do my raps sound like a lamb? And then I get back to business, Everything's fine
we know now that you know how to say you can rap, if you even call it that you can drop that style just die for a while run away, fly for a while you see, it's like a pig styyy too dirty to see straight how many times you said the same thing, eight?
drop it, you know? cause your flow's too slow your rhymes are spit, and they blow they're like a lowdown hoedown no mounds below ground no good sound
see the DJ turns me round and round cause I fly high, low lie above the ground every time you turn the radio on, you're hearin me loud cause everybody likes me, I please the crowd
