Critical Beatdown

Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic
 I clear static, breakin up traffic
 Move, while i enter the groove
 I'm on top, and happy to prove
 To wack mc's who claim to be better than
 No way i'm frankly more clever than
 All of you, each and every one, my son
 Pay close attention
 I take your brain to another dimension
 Hold it, mold it, shape it
 You got a knife, yes i wanna scrape it
 Up and down, sideways, any way i can
 Be rude to you
 But i'll rap and be crude to you
 And eat up, toy ducks i beat up
 I am the oven your brains i wanna heat up
 Mega, supersonic degrees
 I come around, roastin mc's
 With fire, to burn the toy liar
 Raw meat, turn the flame higher
 Cook it, like a fish i'll hook it
 For any beat, it's time that i took it
 Right, correctly to the top
 With the rhythm and as your head bop
 I'm hype, for the critical beatdown!
 I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them
 For every rapper, must i be smacking them
 Once, or twice in the face
 With rough beats, producin the bass
 That blow out, cause power to go out
 Inner spark, i'm ready to blow out
 Like this, altitude level
 Reachin forth, stompin every devil
 In sight, you might just wanna bite
 My illusions, mental confusions
 You're a mark, skulls i've been abusin
 Losin, any rapper who follow me
 Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me
 Back up, move on to the rear
 When i'm on the stage should be clear
 Speakin, goin ear to ear
 Places far, ducks would appear
 For the countdown, so you wait to rhyme
 And twist, stuttering, uttering
 Parkay, margerine, everything butter
 And another thing, you shoulda been a muppet
 A toy boy, a fake scream puppet
 I'm takin titles, and punks better up it
 To me, ced gee on the mic, and i'm hype
 For the critical beatdown!
 Here's the k, combined the double-o
 Swing in the l, i'm ready to go
 As keith, rap general chief executive
 Plus exquisitive
 Mandatory, capital statements
 I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense
 Class, you wasn't able to pass
 For any germ or lice who come last
 I'm boric, high computing acid
 Get off the mic and won't you please pass it
 To me, for a one-two check
 Give me a pound and lots of respect
 No hands, you dissapointing my fans
 You on reverb, and talking to cans
 Hello - how are you doing?
 I come to wreck, and parties i'll ruin
 With rhymes, pumpin up smoke
 Diesel advances makin them choke
 And cough up, the hard-headed i'll soften
 Spongee, then after that drink a?
 Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji
 Puff up, while i make tough stuff up
 I'm kool keith, cold rippin mc's
 I'm hype - for the critical beatdown!