MC Tutonic Get ready Flames are rising Challengin Tutonic? That sounds moronic You're joking, choking, you sound asthmatic Not like Biggie, so make your exit dramatic Draw some attention, not to mention My bars are complex like Latin declension A ritual of syllables spit out by a mystic You spit Dr. Suess stuff, simplistic Hey hey hey what's the name of the play? Like Macbeth I got blood on my hands I destroy the competition, no ifs buts or ands My words are pointy like punk leather jackets But you're so whack it's really some sad shit Dunning-Kruger affected, rejected by the crowd Your bars are written poorly but worse out loud While mine is infectious, virus, computerized Your freestyle is like the Iliad: memorized Hey hey hey what's the name of the play? Like Macbeth I got blood on my hands I destroy the competition, no ifs buts or ands You want to match my witticisms but can't So you can't meet my stare but glance ascance Why the long face? Cynicism over a rythm Is my forté, your time in the sun's a short day J'suis petit bourgeoisie but that's just a disguise That means middle class, but I'm on the rise So I don't need to compete for a group's attention I've been schooling kids so long I got a pension Hey hey hey what's the name of the play? Like Macbeth I got blood on my hands I destroy the competition, no ifs buts or ands I'm first on the scene when battle is imminent Linking lines like legos without impediment While your lackluster jokes are poor performing And your lack of wits continues to floor me Let me end this diss with a compliment Your wack flows at times approach competent Hey hey hey what's the name of the play? Like Macbeth I got blood on my hands I destroy the competition, no ifs buts or ands