Mr_RK steps forward and starts to freestyle.  His audience, as ever, is vast and appreciative.

He’s named after a prison bitch

Coupla slices short of a sandwich

Pops up on the streets ever so often

His words display his inner cretin

He always snipes away at Mr_Kuklinski

Ineptly, tragically un able to game-play

He badly wants to be considered a wordsmith

But his self-opinion’s based on fable & myth

In short he’s a moron, an idiot, a halfwit; a fool

CM_Punk go join Las Vegas; those retards’ll think you are cool

I like the rhyming of "prison bitch" and "sandwich", it works. Unfortunately it's one of the very few things in this nattering on that does.

Come one now, "often" and "cretin"? I suppose they both end with "n"...

And "Kuklinksi" and "game-play"? Now you're not even trying.

Really, I give you a 7 for effort, but a 2 for execution. It's just too sloppy, too fact-deficient, and too pedantic to score any higher, I'm sorry.

Punk, phonetics and iambic pentameter are the tools of Kuklinski's trade - predictible naysaying is your sole tool.  You can't compete in verse so you criticise.

Those who can, do.  Those who can't critique or teach.

Now, CM_Punk, I urge you to take to the streets and talk and write - show me your poetry.  Or else go back to working for the New York - those literary titans.

That's... not iambic pentameter.

So while I agree that "those who can, do" you've proven that you cannot.

And it's interesting how you wish to challenge me to a "poetry contest" when I have never claimed, once, to be a poet. In fact I've said that my forte is prose.

It's a nice attempt to deflect, but utterly transparent.

I do have to say though, that back in the days of my family's earliest recollecting, you would have an abundance of admirers. Why, if Nick_Corleone's family line was around today, I'm sure you would get on thick as thieves...

You claimed to be a writer.  But you don’t actually write anything – you criticise a bona fide writer’s work without recourse to your own – because it doesn’t exist.

You did not exclude poetry from your wild claims – so it is quite correct for a genuine writer (me) to challenge you to any literary duel.  And I am quite certain that you would not prevail.

Who is this NickC chap and why would he admire me?

Sweeney was in the crowd when this freestyle happens. He turns his hat sideways and get in the middle.

Yes! Well.....

Sweeney cries.

I wish people rap about me.

Sweeney cries to SexyBeast HQ.

Blazerze steps up to Sweeney and nods his head at him, then begins to rap.

This goes out to Sweeney even though he's a little odd,
Some even say he looks a little like Sweeney Todd,
He carried a creature by the name of Albert the frog
Then it got stolen as the thief disappeared in the fog.

Now he spends his time writing the some mafia news,
Never takes time off, not even for a vacation or cruise
He's a work-aholic that likes to skip and frolic but does it with style,
when he skips away in the streets everybody watches for miles.

He asked for a rap to be made about him,
And when no one wrote one his expression became grim
So I made this little freestyle and I dedicate it to one cool dude
In the hope it puts him in a better mood.

Blazerze nods his head again at Sweeney, then turns and disappears into the crowd.