I openly challenge anyone to a keystyle competition.

For those of you who don't know
let me illustrate how to flow
you ryhme like this all day
and hope and pray
that your keystyle
ain't really gay
You try with pride
but it burns inside
you must get out your juice
you must face...

MOOSE!

Yo bitch stop trippin'
Mess with me ya start slippin'
Cause I'm the real nigga from around the block
An it ain't take much to hear my Glock pop lock
Still I'll take it downlo
Only where I can go
Shit this is too hard
And I think I'm just a retard
Still I can make the doodoo rhymes
When it's a fool like me this is three crimes
Against humanity and decency and morality
So I'll leave it be

Notice a trend
The Moose likes to bend
And then take a cock
A handjob is all he can rock
The little bitch wants to say I'm gay
Meanwhile someone says "Spread Gray"
I didn't want to take this down that low
But you brought it on when you said I blow
Little bitch wanna go steppin
Yo bitch I stab you wit my weapon
I pack a buck knife made for fucks like you
So you can bleed and yell "What I'm gonna do"
And then I'll laugh and give you a London bootin
You won't do anything about it or my posse comes shootin
Now sit your punk ass down
And shut the fuck up
Gonna make you famous like Homey the Clown
Gonna have your picture on a coffee cup
I'll whore you out like the bitch that you are
And you'll cry cause you know I'm the star

Ya I see your habit
Dicks are for tricks you silly rabbit
Ain't nothin little on me
but maybe I'm in your fantasy
Nobodys been sayin shit
Yet you come in with your one hit
Yeah you have a buck knife thats good
Quit actin like you live in the hood
You only have one experience that's true
It's when the bully beat and raped you
Acting like you have a posse?
Sounds like a monkey see-
Monkey aint gonna do
Violence is gonna become your view
seein it up from above, looking down below
Bitch you couldn't afford to be my ho
I'd make you earn your 2 cent pay
And take all that shit away
I saw you ryhmed star and are?
Your rhymes are sub-par
Get away from me you cheap knockoff
Or I'll make you spit and cough
Make ya turn and heave
And make you want to leave
But you can't cuz i've got you
You realize, looking down,
that you are through
All that you've given and all that you had
Didn't give no dividends and you are all mad
Hatin on Prince cuz you don't know him
You couldn't even put your tongue on his rim
Your what 16 years old
And your bad--Is this what you've been told?
Your ass has been lied to
I'll park your ass like a damn drive through
make people go in and out all day
and hell no they wont have to pay
Your ass wouldn't be free though,
I'd demand that you cough up the dough
Quit tryin to step to me and go away
Nobody here can fuck with Gray
Callin me out like you knew me
Go fuck a trout ya NEWBIE

I don't have to be from the hood to kick your ass
Bitches from Orange County could smoke you like grass
I'll get John Morgan down from the UK you'll be his lass
Get the real English fuckers who'll smack ya for sass
Bitch please, Prince is lamer than me
Bitch please dontcha know cantcha see
Bitch please stop frontin
Cause you little bitch you ain't nothin
You wanna talk about how I'm young
Shit, I still know how shit got brung
Trace your begats far enough you get Robert Johnson
Not some little bitch out of St. Paul or Boston
Or wherever the fuck he's from the fairy
His shit has more cheese than Real Dairy
So why don't you shut your mouth and step back son
Or else I might have to actually bust out one

My rhymin shield deflects your puny rhymes, I'm
not feeling your weak rhyme structure and steez
It's times like these
I wish I'd infected your moms with the aids disease
brought that bitch to her knees
with her ears squeezed!
in the palms of my hand
she begged for the love of a super man
but I rejected her pleas, please!
just another stupid fan, she can't suck those in the major leagues
like Bobby Abreu
I slay you and your crew with my slugger
chop up your doo-doo when I'm chinky like zulu
or Kirked like the Captain
Spocked like the Doctor
Stoled the jersey and tape out of Kirk Gibson's locker
wore that shit on Halloween back in 89
bitches calling me "Mr. October" trying to get down on mine
They were forming a line just for a shot
had to duck out the window, meet Einstein and Doc Brown in the parking lot
Hopped up in the Delorian went back in time
but now I'm back in the future Reading your doo-doo rhymes on my computer
1.21 gigawats? more like one count em two wack rappers whos bout to get shot
And Gravedigga's in the spot with a two shells and a knot

You scared? Say you scared!

Not sure what keystyle is, but I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be straight up freestyle and I don't particularly feel a flow.