Ritoshi:
For Christmas vacation I got a Playstation, got it for 4 dollars from a Japanese haitian.
Ken:
You got your Playstation? You best be glad I don't show you a Pain station. Got my fists in your face, I'm gonna win this race, I'm pulling ahead, boy you better pick up the pace!
Ritoshi:
How you gonna win this race, when I come in first place, only thing you will see, is my ass in your face.
Ken:
You're gonna be a dead man, yo I ain't Redman, I'm gonna pick it up...just like your face when I had to rip it up.
Ritoshi:
Listen Ken man, your rhymes are whack, I want my money back, you can't even keep up with me, that shit is fact.
Ken:
Yo...this silly rapper don't like the women I hear he likes dicks...pony tails and lipsticks. I can see I'm put to the test, battling this chick with no breasts.
Ritoshi:
You know what, enough of this, you are the one who likes chicks with dicks. I'm going to end it now, time to close this case, time for you to go home and make the ceiling cat watch you masturbate.
Ken:
You got this fascination, about my masturbation, man don't you know that's personal information. Step up your game son, this battle has just begun, you know I'm just gonna own your ass in the long run.
Ritoshi:
Smooth like a bald baby's ass, that was nice, but not so fast. You can't hope to last much longer against me, after this rhyme, I'ma go watch some TV.
Ken:
Look at you, running from your rhyme, shit like that it should be considered a crime. Glance at your watch, tell me the time...oh what's that? Get back in the kitchen b!tch, I want a Corona with a lime.
Ritoshi:
You want some Corona with lime? Yo, that's fine, I will only get it for you this one last time, before I shove it up your ass as I send you to back to class.
Ken:
That was weak, you can't speak, I'm gonna trample on ya every day of the week. Just look at you, you've reached your peak, I see you becoming timid...you just squeak.
Ritoshi:
This game is for grown ups, you had your fun but from now on your ass is done, you are the one who has reached your peak, I suggest you quit now and go to trick or treat.
Ken:
This ain't Halloween kid, what you talkin' 'bout? You make a fool of yourself, day in and day out. It's like the first things that come to your mind you blurt out. Get your tissues ready, I know you're about to pout.
Lay your track down, spin some rhymes and make it world renoun. I'll run circles 'round ya, from Las Vegas to George Town. Prove yourself quick with the wit, type your shit up and click Submit. Make it count, make it legit. Stick with it, show us you can committ.