Week 1: Ryno vs. Master Rock - RYNO WINS

[Master Rock]

Don't call this competition, you struggle to formulate your rounds...and they all missing, you're shooting blanks, they all,..non-hitting...
I sympathize for your weak and decrepit condition.
I'm lock and loaded, strapped to the teeth, rock hard, while your life partners on their knees graveling to gladly guzzle the drips of my ammunition,
they lubing my iron by my side piece shooting shots serving you swallowing the enriching,
leaving you in the depths, six feet while your bodies in decomposition, game cartridge, I'll do the switching,
of chambers, disposing your art I hunt endangered species I'm part of a different kind, I was born in the eye of the storm, you imitate as a mime, now I'm leaving bloody trails behind, ripped out your horn
Seems that you're claiming that you're hard to the core, but the hide of your twat reminds me of positioned soft core
revival, here's more for the ryno... I'll spread your eagle so wide I'll rip the box pap smearing like a gyno
Call me pops cause your moms I know, was horny and loved the way that I rammed so called she ended up calling you ryno