The slap trap rap

Ain’t no gap
in my rap;
ain’t no map.

Don’t need no map;
a map is a trap.

I can make your trap flap
with no damn map.

My rap is a thunderclap—
snap!

I slap your trap
you lookit me like that—
Bap!

My rap is the pap,
so shut your darn trap.

All your claptrap
and your yakkity yak
can’t defeat my beat,
knock me offa my feet—
so just take your seat
while I end it real neat.

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