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I was in a Star Trek rap battle recently and below are some excerpts. This is what I do?Roll'n at light speed like Jean Luc Pickard My rhymes so fresh makes the ladies titties hardThat fucking borg cube ain't got nothin on me Set my phaser on kill and work on new fangled geometry---------------------------------------------------- ---Multiple calculations flowin' through my dome I gots yellow eyes and heart of chromeThat bitch Ryker's got nasty goatee I'll shave his face off with android gleeBut before Data performs this glorious stunt Gotta chill my systems with a dilithium blunt --------------------------------------------------------Muth afuka don't get between me and the blood wine I'll carve an ornamental spear from your spineI am Worf, son of Mogh, gonna bring the bloody honor Eat you alive like George DonnerHave you ever tasted a Klingon dagger? Filthy human, I'll make you stagger. -------------------------------------------------------With my Batleth sword I'll cut out your eyes Dahjaj ghaH a QaQ jaj Daq Hegh means it's a good day to dieGot your hoopty with those shitty little hubs I outfitted deep space nine with spinning dubsUpload naked pictures of your mom to the borg collective I kicked her to the road, with my bitches I'm selective --------------------------------------------------------You be droppin' referential language like a Tamarian But my logic will crush yer' society until it's agrarianYou better grab yer phasers when you see Tuvak Vulcans are intellectual but I carry a glockSecurity officer burning holes in yer nuts The Federation leaves nothing but Romulan guts. ---------------------------------------------------------Eye s up here, inferior being, I'm Seven ta' tha' 9 My blood runs cold and collective like my rhymeHumans and Borgs wish they could see me naked But my tits are machines, leave yer flesh gratedJaneway thinks she's the captain queen of this Voyager Bitch you gonna choke on yer coffee, I'm the percolatorSeven's got a stranglehold on the ship's computer Assimilate all this shit straight into the future -----------------------------------------------------------M y weed be strong, you think you on the holodeck Make one wrong look, and I’ll stab you in your Vulcan neckGreen blood be pouring like tribbles on kirk I be swim’n in credits, don’t even have to workCredits be come’n and the drinks flow freely When Whoopi can’t keep up my be mood be surlyBe pimp’n space hos like The Majic Don Juan You’d be feeling all stupid that this game you didn’t hop on