Here it is:

Kaos, I got a THEORY for you to plunder
This battle conclusion = You 6 feet under (dead)
You state your age as 16, but fail to mentioun your disorder
Your brain reached age 4, than hit a border
My spitting is way ahead of yours, like it has turbo boost
Your brain isnt even going forward, its stuck in reverse
You gonna lose, and this battle is wasting forum space
You couldnt beat me if this was blackjack, and you got a Jack and an Ace
You got 20 wins, but your recycling is endless, something like the universe
stop re-using your old shit, all your verses look like a uni-verse (same verse)