Here's my spit!!!

Batllin' me is lyrical suicide, change ya name to self destructed//
Look at ya lines, its a lyrcial mess constructed//
Comin at me comes with dangerous reprecussions//
Beware, my punches land hard and make you retire from concussions//
Your verse wouldnt be dope even if a coke head sniffed all 14 lines//
My message is wise youre outta place tryna battle me like intestines in thighs//
I blaze complete any rapper from A-Zinc cause I spit a Spectrum of lines//
Even if you had a key for your ass you still couldnt have shit on lock//
My lyrics send you into a trance but forget Hypnotic, your ass is just hip-not//
I play ya rib cage like a harp cut off ya balls and force you to sing high notes of opera parts//
Fill you with lead and stain ya frame with your blood and call it abstract art//
Dawg, i won this shyt wit only 12 lines//
just stop and quit this shyt cuz the battle belts mine

i could see I won this shyt!!!!!