So, I thought I'd hope aboard the swagalicious train and get myself a verse done. Not only because the idea of this project is pretty slick, but also because me and Temp go way far back. We were great friends in the past, and he really saw some potential in me. So much, in fact, that he bought me my current mic (same as his) just so I could record things. We even made a group together under this channels' name. But, we stopped talking to eachother for a while. The group disbanded, and we lost our friendship. But it's all sunshine (and celery) now, so there's no need to worry!
Lyrics (completed in 2 minutes):

We may have had some problems we were rocking in the past
But I think that it won't last when we're rolling with our swag
Got my mic in hand, split the land with a stab
God I knew it was true, best thing I ever had
Temp, you gotta know you're one true Rarity
Got a bunch of fans, you're something that I would aim to be
Maybe less hairy but still tilt with your anatomy
A grand slam champ, with a stamp that couldn't handle me
I may be blowing my own megaphone
But trust me, I'm rusty when I'm on my own
I'm just another gas bag lad with a hashtag
Who lacks lags, passing sad eyes in a bad zone
Who had loans and passed them, once moaned then gased them
Like jews in a catacomb stabbed like a  phantom
That was just random, now it's time to stand up
And give a big hand up to those who rapped, damn son

And if you came this far down, I love you.