Wow another Rap Battles virgin to torment, how exciting...
You wanna' fuck wit' me but suffer from performance anxiety...
Decidedly, you should abort this battle you know you lost it...
Truth is you couldn't flow if you were poured from a faucet...
You're a closet, homosexual torn from my caustic rhyme pages...
I'm glad we're battlin' textual because your wackness is contagious...
Phrases like 'spacious' come to mind when refering to the spaces...
Not only in your rhymes, but the spot where your brain is...
Or was, because honestly I can't pretend that I didn't notice...
It's just that your so porous that I had to let you know this...
All said and done I hope that you continue to write...
Seriously though, you're toy, I was just being polite!