Bring it on, losers.

Come at me with all you got, and I will do my best...to ETHER you.

Guess I'm not getting competitors
You guys were better off being newspaper editors
You're all bark, claiming to be the Big Dogs
I'll make you nonexistent, like the sequel for "Wild Hogs"

I'm invincible, so it's impossible to touch me
I slap these big dogs with one hand and turn them into hush puppies
Not lucky; I was born with this gift
My clout will soon lift with these tracks that I rip

I'll end it right here 'cause I'm getting too pumped
Waiting for the bait to get some mad lyrical lumps.

Ok, I'll hop back in the saddle
If ya wanna beat me with a paddle
But ya beats are like an old whip: They rattle
And they flow like the steering on some cattle
Ya know, been saving up
Some of my best stuff
And it's gonna get rough
So ya better get tough
(Puff)
See, I been off the scene
But don't take that to mean
I been dead like James Dean
Just laid low to get keen
(Green)
Yo, my flow got radical
While I was on sabbatical
And with my rhythm so emphatical
I plan to shut you down, and that is all
So Bonanza get this;
I got some diffr'nt styles
I can flow like Slim
But I ain't no Slim
No, I am not him
But on him I'll sim
And it ain't like I'm trial
Cause what he raps is his
I like to drop it ol' school
Throw a party by the pool
Make sure good times are the rule
But I ain't no gangsa fool
This flow ain't my only tool
So watch it when the beats unspool
Seems your activity
Spawned negativity
But hey, smackdowns are free
Oop! Gotta watch how I speak
Don't wanna piss of the WWE
You know how those guys can freak
(Geek!)

Out.

So Bon, where's the show?
Thought ya wanted ta go?
Well folks, whadda ya know;
Guess Bon ain't gots no flow.
Guess I'm the Pro, and he's da Ho'
When it came down to goin' toe ta' toe
I was too fast and he was too slow!

OH SNAP!
I sorry, that was kinda a slap
So here's a back pat
To get ya back on track
and as a matter of fact
I'll take back that attack
about how ya flow was sacked
Hope it won't detract
I'll try to act with more tact Mack

You need to shut your face, Jarad
Get Back on the Subway diet
Not that you ever tried it
But you can at least start with a carrot

Why did you triple post when you're not even twice as lethal?
You're a detriment to the real world and of the Magpie people
By the way, I've given up seeing any of your new stuff
I've moved on, 4 years wait is a sin, Cream-Puff

Mr. Penrage swag, and a Kanye flow
More cheese than Velveeta, more coherent than Bo
More poetric than Alto, more charisma than Lone
And I'm big, so that means more meat on my bones

My Medusa vernacular's gonna turn you to stone
Which means I won't reverse it; you'll simply die alone
Too harsh? I thought you took it with a grain of salt
Bet I hit you so well that your rhymes with Halt

I crave attention, but not as much as a redhead
A.F. has that crown; enough said
Hell, if I gave you one, it'd be for a Dunce
Three posts of mediocrity, merely a front

I needn't say any more, 'cause victory's mine
I'm a glow, fa sho; it's no wonder I shine

Not much time to drop on this line
But this line is fine
Cause I know that it's mine
The line is not yours
So I'll make this quick
(cause I'm a little bit sick)
And not a sick flick and pick
My lungs are so sore
My presence is biological
Came back toxicological
Need some Cillin that Amoxical
I'm illin' to the core
I'm pissin' like a racehorse
And my speech is gettin' hoarse
Hope this sh*t runs its course
And I'll flow once more.

What was that, Staff
I merely had to laugh
I heard a thistle blowing in the wind
This is the message that you want to send?

Take it back, I don't wanna get infected
Check it, don't disrespect a legend that's perfected
His flow, demeanor, and his way to succeed
Soul has been freed, I'm noble as steeds

no, like seriously. i'm sick. i'm on so much ny/day-qil that i can hardly think straight, let alone rap. I'll...um..something...you know...uh...later...

Hope you feel better, dude.

Also, Happy New Year.

Let me try to drop it,
Let's see if I can pop it
Still ill so don't knock it
(Much)
So I been out and been down
I been discharging sh*t that's brown
Yellow, Green too, makes me frown
(Yuck!)
Thankfully, I ain't dead
Though, a lemon pie is in my head
But hey, what can be said?
(Sucks.)
I'm a trooper
Ain't no party pooper
I'll dub and I'll loop sir
Lay a beat and that's super
Even though I need a rooter
If your ho is bitchin' I'll mute her
Please, I could use a hankie
Cause' my nose is gettin' dank, see
So go get it and I'll thank thee
(HONK! (sound effect of nose blowing))
Now on to business...
Ah yes, doing f*ckin' more with f*ckin' less
Is the theory behind my best
(no Be-donk-a-donk)
It's how I pass the test
Even though I am not dressed
And there is lots of phlegm inside my chest.
(WONK!(sound effect of large wheight being dropped))
But I'm a fighter
I'll keep my flow tighter
While my head gets lighter
Slinging more snot than a spider
Drink it cause it helps; Apple Cider
I can't sleep, gonna pull an all-nighter
So that's my flow peep
Sorry if it ain't too deep
But it's late, should TRY to sleep
(Snore)
I'm stuck on the couch
Cause my woman kicked me out
She's caught the illin', have no doubt
(Poor)
So g'night all my G's
It's time I caught some Z's
Even though I'm still diseased
(More)

Glad you feeling better, compadre
But Bonanza can wrap circles around you all day
2010, homie; you need to step your game
Up the flame, makes bucks from clinkin' change

Shrink your brain, change your poetic scheme
Ride the train, root for a different team
Cuz the best is in front of you
Give it a month or two
To sink in
And you can't bribe with a Lincoln

Or a Hamilton, nor a Jackson
Benjis or Grants, if you want to learn the action
Pure satisfaction, shrug away distractions
Steal your apple cider appetizer and your napkins

...Yeah

I'm still waiting
Anticipating
A rebuttal
Space shuttle
Full hustle
Still a winner with big muscles
Staffy makes me laughy
Lack of rhythm makes me happy

New ills have given me the chills
World pulled the rug out and I took a spill
Bailed on a house, but I'm looking still
Found one! On a one way street
Checked it and the insides are sweet
Things were moving, and I couldn't see defeat
As an option, but here's the drop son
The home has its contract on
With some other peon
We gotta act fast or it will be gone
So I was stressing about that
When work suddenly got whack
Went on a call and was fired when I got back
Cause of some he said she said character attack
Now I'm getting my problems by the pack
I won't cry defeat but I'm tired of the flack
I got shot down and stabbed in the back
But it's just another curse to add to the stack

2010, the new decade of hell
I'm Satan, equipped with a swagger smell
High retail, you couldn't tell?
Not Zach Morris, but I'm saved by the bell
Fighting with rhymes that do me well
Still standing with every body cell
Hate, I'll do best to absorb...or repel

*drops the mic*

Two weeks later
Still fightn' haters
Hopin' for a change of fate or
A gosh darn break or
Some meat on my plate for
A change of pace, course'
It ain't coming
I'm still out running
And looking, but damn, ain't finding
Can't find no silver lining
Aw, nothing; no, nothing
Seems to me, to be, shining
I'm not lying...
When you've been canned
Shot down by the man
And you spread out 'cross the land
What you hoped and you planed
Turns to dust in your hand
When you've been canned
Can't be upbeat
Feel incomplete
When you can't rise up to your feet
It was a treat
You remember, life was sweet
But now all you taste is defeat
You work so hard
You get so far
Built it up high, but they greased up the cards
But it's on par
Cause when you reach for that star
All you'll get is some scars
And told you're a 'tard...
When you've been canned
been shot down by the man
And you spread out 'cross the land
What you hoped and you planned
Turns to dust in your hand
When you've been canned
Stay straight son
Don't be late son
Watch and learn from my demonstration
It can be take-en
That which you have make-en
So make no mistake son
It ain't no fun...
When you've been canned
And shot down by the man
You'll spread out cross the land
And what you hoped and you planed
It'll turn to dust right in your hand
When you been canned
(Your up in the air boy)
When you been canned
(A sitting duck, not a decoy)
You've been shot down by the man
(Hey this is real life, no toy)
When you been cannned
(Adrift, nobody's gonna say "Ahoy")
Woman: You ain't got no job!? How could you loose your job!?
Man: Sorry baby, I-I dunno, they...
Woman: Oh god, OH GOD!! We're f*cked! (baby crying)
Man: I-I'll find another one!
Woman: How will we pay the rent?! Oh god...Oh god...

Part of my verse for my new song:

I got a day off, I need to hit the Y
It’s much harder when my mind is saying “Stay inside”
This new year isn’t giving me favors
Self-promises that get broken sooner than later

But when I do hit the place, it’s harder to leave
Dribble rubber to the floor, score, making them see
That even big people ball just as much as the skinny
Then I break for the weights with devices that give me

Extra mass to the muscle, definition to body
Good pain to the places I never touched in the lobby
Repetition’s the mission, and my mental equipment
Tells myself to keep going when I’m thinking of quitting

Perspiration is dedication to doing it lots
Rain, snow and sunshine, yo, I’m hitting the shop
But that ever-lazy mind tells Bonanza to chill
Better get this funk treated so it’s hard to refill

Why is this topic getting no shine?
Did I finish off Staff with my lyrical lines?
Figured he'd come through with rebuttals
He couldn't be stuck on a space shuttal
At a football practice, team huddle
Maybe he's with wifey...night cuddles

Magpies isn't coming any time soon
So rap battle justice fades with each moon
But I'll strike life into this Magnacana phrase
Each and every day...okay.

I haven't forgotten
Just had to stop son
Had lots of sh*t I had to get done
But I've been thinking
'Bout rhymes and beat things
Tried to put some swagger in how I'm speaking
And that a fact.
So no attacks.
No worries, I'll be back
Like the Terminator
I'll bring some more beats for
A battle that's sweet sir.

I got infinite fire
Bow down and call me sire
I got hits upon hits
Of spiciness to feed your desire.

~Pre-written.