Here it go

You think your lines are nasty, But they as pure as nuns
Your 14 lines, put to no use, like 9/11 funds
Takin' action, Slashin his chances like a fraction
Mah verse, You couldn't 'beat it' if your name was Micheal Jackson
Though your names Mob, Your rhymes could never be deep
Your lines brightly colored and soft, I'll Call you spits Peeps
This kid is up here tryin to represent windsor
When his spits couldnt be hot if he bit the earths core
Feelin boulimic, After takin you verse in I had to vomit
Like Bush and iraq, This battle wasn't fair, So you had no choice but to bomb-it.

ALright lets get some votes in... Good drop by the way. And good luck to ya