Shut up, tornado.
 

Seriously. You suck. Name the conditions. The only thing I'll stipulate is the contest can't be how many times we can rhyme inside a line. I know you'd love that.

Hidden the mission in this written composition and it’s non-
Fiction causing tons of addiction deals in thug relation and fun
With the publication of love situation got hearts shook this is
part of a book but the pages don’t turn and stages won’t burn brisk and big
with playwrights as the words stay bright like daylight and shine
in minds, my scriptures and my dew rag mean like pictures in a magazine
even have plumbing fixtures I cleaned with Brasso and a tag team
so bitch get lost or get flushed down the drain nahamean?

You are shit
Shit shit shit
Shitty shit shit shit
You suck

Stop spitting stupid rhymes and being a bitch. Accept a battle or shut the fuck up.