Whatchu lookin' at
Don't you know who I am?
I'm the MoFo's greatest oldbie
Come back to protect spam.
DJ Srolmatic on the mic
Here to drop some rhymes fresh
But whenever I try to hype
Everyone looks real vexed
Need to run a diagnostic
Guess I spent too long away
But the post counts at Italics
Drop a bit more everyday
So I load my yuku account
Although no more a Sonic fan
Gotta beef up the post count
Drop the memes like a hot frying pan
But I eschew all imbroglios
A good inhabitant of this sector
Lest I get the smackdown from Acrio
Or raise the ire of Vector
But now the mic's warmed up, true
So let's jump in and get things done
Gonna post 'til I'm blue
Like it's 2001
So you ask a hypothetical question
Overwrought with political implications
My reply's filled with aggression
Kick up the flame and the confrontations
So you wrote a little story
About Sonic and his pals
But your fanfic is unworthy
There just ain't no rationale
Put some Archie in your cup
Workin' through the knothole
But that comic's washed up
Worse than tuna casserole
Bring your problems to the EVC
'cuz Srol's being problematic
But you soon find the authorities
Think you're being melodramatic
But that ain't how I roll
Moforumers! I come in peace.
This user named Srol's
Poor behavior gonna decrease
So raise your hands up for Srolmatic
Or move your ass and clear a path
Because my rhymes are automatic
And this forum will feel my wrath
Yo, whatcha talkin' 'bout Sroly?
Sayin' you be the coolest oldbie.
Hell, you wish - your rhymes ain't got dish.
I got dis like swish! and you all lame fish.
You got no flow, yo. You rap like a Slowbro
You all stop and go - boy "You're too slow!!!"
You don't mess with the original forum lack
Here I am - I wont cut you no slack Jack.
So eat that crap and brace for my attack.
Your weak sauce rapping just lured me back. FACT.
I'm giving you the chance to retract your act.
See let me rap you some rhetoric.
I came to this forum to play Sonic.
But the Mofo needed fun something chronic.
So I back down a gin and tonic.
Grab up my mike, and lay it down straight.
I'm the number one lackey, ain't no hate.
You better step back, I'm steppin' up to plate.
Gonna face your fate, cuz now it's time.
You're facing up against a Bayfield rhyme.
So you'd best pack it up and head back to LaSalle.
Like Gumshoe, no one loves you, pal.
Now I'm gonna sit back and say "I'M THE BEST!"
Until I get blown away by PSX.
TAKE THE MIKE!
Alright Bayfield, I'll cut you some slack,
Mad-sick flow ain't what you lack,
But you're on my turf,
Since you decided to surf,
To my red, white and blue patch of astroturf
But let's not forget what a lackey does
He exists to serve others, just because
Don't mean to be uncouth
But the gospel truth
Puts me on the top, you don't need no sleuth.
But I didn't come here to drink the hatorade
Us oldbies gotta stick it out while newbies invade
How about instead
This feud we now shed
Make a giant robot, and I'll form the head
But as I jump into a new rhyme scheme
You best not dream
Of a betrayal supreme
Already I see the gleam
Of a maleficent scheme
My rhyming regime
Can survive any beam
So you'd best join my team
Or your doom shall be extreme.
Wut!
