Slam!

With these words I belt
gonna make your face melt
It's a race to see who's got the best speech since Roosevelt
I make the first welt
leaving you bloodied and bruised up
Ain't my fault your words are used up
Uh oh, time's up, find out did you lose? yup
Next time, make sure you come with it and stand up
Next time memorize, and make your words matter
None of this nonsense, we've heard it all before, it's idle chatter
What you dish out is only as good as your batter
I said what you dish out is only as good as your batter
Maybe a little honey or sugar would be nice
But I season mine with a whole lotta spice
Bring it all to a boil, then put you on ice
But I'm a bad chef; cooking with words is my vice
And it's only paradise when you've got other poets around
Lifting your words up, while shouting you down
It's that perfect turn of phrase to which I'm bound
And I won't stop writing until it's found
So if you'll promise to bring your game
Promise to stop spitting the same, same, same
Then I'll promise to stop equating the word "lame"
With your name.