For a moment, Prince felt as if he were no longer on earth, it was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep or stunbled into some alternate universe. He watched as Rhyme walked to the center of the room to combat Sir Drizzie.
"Listen sir Drunk, sir dukie, or sir Dicky,
You may be the best rhymer on the seas, but I'm the best in the cities" Rhyme said
"OH? You think your so cool?
Rhyme like a child, and you dress like a fool!"
"My word! How dare you assault how I dress,
Atleast I don't have deadcarcass comin gout of my breath!"
"My breath smells foul because I'm a sailor brother!
Especially from last nite when I went down on your mother!"
"OOOOHHHHH!!!" A group of sailor howled. A group of men had gathered around Drakes showdown.
Rhyme's head fell to his shoulders, as the weight of Drake's insult overcame him.
