Step up to this Chess Master? You're about to meet with disaster.
I've been on my A-game since age 7, so you'll never last, sir.
My rhymes snap beats like a Mouse Trap, even with your crap.
I wouldn't give this Apa-rat's own ass about this cheesy VCR rap.
What's with the video gallery of PowerPoint-esque proportions?
So many desperate flashes of crap, I'd expect Samara Morgan.
My initials backwards spell MC, But I guess you wouldn't learn.
Alright, I made my move. I'll now await my next turn.
Destroyed, you false rodent? Why, you've hardly scratched me.
You couldn't even force my love to jump off a balcony.
You can pick your side, whether it would be black or white,
But I'll always pull the strings on reject Muppets stalking players day and night.
I know all the rules in this game, you'd never fairly beat me.
I may be an OC, but you seem OP to call yourself the OG.
Your efforts to truly beat me have earned you an F.
Now get crushed on a sewing machine, and join the Haitian girl in death.
You make me Ra-moan-a because you're such a disappointment.
Remy the Rat's past abortion can go drink rat poison.
They call you the Big Cheese since your raps need Colgate.
I cleared the opposite side of the board, and I now call CHECKMATE!
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