Aight, let's go

Yo,

Your attempt to win is usless like smokers wit no lighters//
you wouldn't have a chance if you was Cassidy's ghostwriter//
cause my rhymes tighter than the clothes worn by a crimefighter//
And your record's 6-0, but you won't last this match//
cause when it's done I'll have more points than a cactus patch//
and right now you gon need a whole LoT more than heat//
cause in a battle you get pissed on like Stevie Wonder's toilet seat//
your only 15, too young to taste liquor//
If I gave you some's the only way you'd be sicker//
After this lyrical beating, I hope you stay sore//
cause this liquor ain't strong enough, it needs to age more.

That 's all folks!
Your turn LoT