One Mic

Kale walked back onstage and faced his final opponent. Some kid named X-Sta-C.
"K-Jay, call it," said DeeJack.
"Heads."
"It's heads. Who goes first?"
Kale gestured to X-sta-c, who grabbed the mic.
"Yo, I ain't gonna spit shit on this dipshit because it'll stain his white skin while icin' and dicin' him.
That's right. My rhymes can freeze and cut you.
I've designed this this rhyme this time to convey the sign that I would like to just say fuck you.
I flow like Busta and I rhyme like Slim.
But you ain't got shit on Slim but the fact you look like him.
You're a grain of white sand in a sea of ash.
So I'll be runnin' around and when you see me comin' around, just knowI'm there to kick your ass!"
X-sta-c finished and Kale grabbed the mic.
"Yo...
I could say many things with one mic. I could even say I love you. But I'll just say the same thing you said to me, and that thing is fuck you.
All you motherfuckers do is make fun of my race.
Is this what Martin King fought for?
You just pissed in his face.
All you do is talk about my skin and how you rap.
When you ain't even that good and you're only half black.
So your mom's a fuckin' cracker and you have a problem with that?
The only similarity between you and Busta is you're both fucking fat.
When it comes to rap, you sit down, 'cause I'm the preacher.
Motherfucker, you're home-schooled and you fucked your teacher."
Kale dropped the mic and bowed theatrically as cheers erupted.
"And the winner is..."