Rap battle me

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on the silent nights, I'm muddled trying to find the right rhymes to write.
I struggle like I'm in a Mike Tyson fight. tryna buy some time.
it's a puzzle. you gotta hustle through it to do it like dynamite.
rapping may be all I know, but i tear em up as I go.
that's why when I'm in your presence, all you embarassments fall like snow.
I'm gifted. once committed it's nothing, but addiction.
what's depicted is just a mission. I live to gain skill.
chances are your brain's still stuck on the first few bars.
don't let your train of thought skew off because I don't give a fuck who you are.
get it back on track like the polar express. nothing's colder, you're a mess.
this pencil with my paper is the stencil for a wrangle,
so when I sit you in the manger, don't get your tinsel in a tangle.
the only joy in the world to me is when some boy decides to tango.
Yule (you'll) known when I come down your chimney when I douse your fire.
it's a white Christmas. that's disgusting, but it's just funny. I'm not a liar.
I take Noel ( No L) when I go against anyone who thinks they got the fire.
this ritual just split you all in two. well if I'm gonna spit, I gotta do it.
there's nothing to it. PersonWithGoodMorals and I'm never mean?
shit, im a nuisance. I'm like an evergreen. I poke you as you walk by.
you won't see me but I'll see you, I've got a sharp eye.
with pointy needles like a porcupine. I contort your spine with my enormous rhymes.
the total package. I said I do not lie. you small fries don't know what I'm packin.
get shipped like a gay couple. ever since I made trouble I've gained double.
stayin humble, but still I'm slayin. there's no way I fumble.
I've still got my pages crumpled. it's Christmastide, but you're flowin like a frozen puddle.

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