[b]Comments:[b] My verse consits of 26 bars, Every 2 lines equal a bar, so match mine if you want, but no longer, you have until 3 o'clock toinght eastern standard time to post your verse, Thats 24 hours...good luck.

Yo,

This pitiful vagrant is simple and basic/
Thats why I'm spitting and splitting his physical matrix/
I'll slaughter you no matter what your name is/
Leaving you "punched" more than "time clocks" on "shift changes"/
It's getting hectic B, with all your weak weaponry/
After I beat you, you will "question your faith" like "jesus on jepordy"/
I drop bombs on dot coms like Saddam's Kids/
If you bitch up now I just might let your mom live/
When I shatter through this thread will spew/
You can call me "Q" cause I'm always ahead of "U"/
This kids flow is like polluted beach's just "basic"/(bay sick)
I'm leaving shut down like bad dates kid/
It's inevitable You cant stop me/
I'll leave you "seeing more stars" than the average "poparatzi"/
Now you scortched in defeat, and it's impossible to abort free/
I'll just call you "month" kid cause you more than "week"/
I ate you like lunches, so go back to watching your gay porn freak/
Go ahead and harrass me, and I'll leave you cracked like two ass cheeks/
This fags verse is "played out"....so why is he "postin indoors"?/
He couldn't be on "top of the game" If he was a "NBA scoreboard"/
You couldn't have a "compound" verse if you were an "atomic gas"/
I've been blastin this fags dreams to rap/
I'll attack his words down his throat now he's talkin out his ass/
Call me a disgruntaled vet, the way I slap around this pussy/
You couldn't be tight with a noose on your neck, to put terms loosely/
Effortlessly, My verse will bless thee with the pain of epilepsies/
like contemplating the effects of Russian Roulette, it's death to test me/
I'm a Collossal Apostale thats holocaustal with proverbs/
I have a bone to pick, fossils from your body is the most probable spot first/
I mastered Text at age 5 my skills had surpassed your best/
Producing faster lefts than Cassius's Jabs that perhaps connect/
and bless your jaw while you harrass the ref/
Im abrupt and vexed, Im leaving this narcoleptic tuck to rest/
I'll "fracture his leg" so he'll have a reasoning to use a "crutch for respect"/
For you to win, That's like fat kids doing bike hops/
and the moment your mic drops/
you'll be in "over your ankles" like rocking "High Tops"/
I think we all agree this student battle's poorly/
He couldn't "rock science" throwing "stones at a labotory"/
My critique "cum's off the head" like an "orgasm"/
I'm leaving you "down and out" like a "epleptic having floor spams"/
Do you see the light? or does your wordplay blind your attention span?/
Me battling you is "pointless" like "Bill Gates attempting a pension scam"/
Your style is dead and the only audience you draw is maggots/
I'll make this wack kid shake frantic like nervous cocaine addicts/
Place him backwards, and give him a compass to trace his tracks with/
Your wack ranting would be best fit gallavanting around special schools/
Coming second to handicaps in battleraps, taking hits from vegetables/
You called my name out so I'll deplete you with ease/
Treat you like a egg for an omlet and beat you with cheese/
You could light candles with ya knuckles and still couldnt match my punches/
I devoured what you brought to the table, try skill instead of packaged lunches/