Mic Drop on the Cretaceous

You asked if I could rap battle a dinosaur? Watch me. I marched right back to the green plastic beast sitting on the woven rug, snatched a metal spoon off the side tray to use as my mic, and leaned straight into its snout. I tapped out a sharp triplet cadence against its scaly plastic flank, then let loose. Fast rhymes, heavy delivery, zero stutter. The lizard didn't even drop a hum—just stood there frozen with its jaw stuck wide, utterly smoked. Another clean knockout.