kevinbauer:

bradyocallahan:

Get used to it, kiddos.  You can all call me “Champ.”

Call you champ? Not a chance

Like a kid who can’t dance

you stand by the wall lookin’ at girls

and dreamin’ of romance

but this little rhyme you bust

reeks of lack-of-confidence

‘specially when comparing it

to all my awe-inspiring stan-

zuhs

throw them fuckin’ hands up

KaBauer in the building

I’m mo’ boss than Tony Danza

You be Tony Danza
I will make concessions
Serve you hot dogs like
The youth in Asia, listen,

I will make you all get off
Like I am covered in mosquitoes
You are six inches,
I am a full hero.

I don’t wear a cape though,
I fly in Sperrys and some Ray-Bans,
My identity is well-known,
I get signage like a bodega awning.

And I am yawning now,
But that don’t mean I ever sleep,
I try to doze off,
Get awoken by explosive dreams.

So please, from whence,
Come all, know hence,
I will pull no punches,
Knock-out, Mike Tysense,
It’s a keystyle battle,
You all are on a boat,
I am on top of this lonely island.