[It only takes Dirk a moment to start, with no ceremony or hesitation to it.]

You asked for a rap? All right, I'll deliver. This ambush is sad, you can't catch me off-kilter. One-man rap machine, that's me better believe, don't grieve that your rhymes ain't as sick as mine, that your beats don't keep time. I could spout it all day as your jaw hits the floor and you'll still be here begging to listen to more.