Yo, I'm the Rap Kid, spitting lines so sick Eminem's style, I'm about to kick I'm the master of words, my flow's absurd Ripping mics apart, leaving rappers unheard I'm a lyrical genius, with a mind so twisted My words hit hard, like fists when they're lifted I paint pictures with rhymes, creating vivid scenes Leaving the audience in awe, wondering what it means I'm a wordsmith, crafting rhymes that penetrate My delivery is flawless, leaving no debate I'm the Rap Kid, the prodigy on the rise Stepping on the stage, I mesmerize My words are weapons, cutting through the noise Bringing truth to the forefront, exposing all the boys I'm on a mission, to conquer this game Leaving my mark, etching my name I'm the Rap Kid, with a fire in my eyes Eminem inspired, reaching for the skies 16 bars ain't enough, to showcase my skill But in this short verse, I've shown I got the thrill.