In a land that time forgot. In a world far far away. A brave adventurer crafts rhymes that blow minds. On the wind some can still hear him say:

I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous.
My beats are fat and the birds are on my back and I'm horny.
If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede.
Cos I hit you with my flow, the wild rhymo stampede.