Here ye, here, ye, come listen to my tale
For the very first time, I'm ready to unveil
The myth, the legend, of how a kid came to glory
And became the Mighty Schnazzy, the hero of our story
It was a random battle, on a cold winter night
Schnazz was dealt a sucker, some kid he had to fight
This punk was nothing, Schnazz could finish him with ease
Our champ would need but a tenth of his expertise
As he began to plan for his foe's quick decline,
He realized he could do it with a meager six lines:
I've caused more pain than Guantanamo Bay
I've raided more terrain than Geronimo in his day
My skills I always sustain, unlike Michael Jackson
And I always entertain, cuz I'm the mack, son.
My style is quite urbane, like Jacqueline Onassis
I master each refrain, even more than the great Cassius