aight i'm ready here's my verse

man u ain't tryin to see//comin here wantin to battle like a broke mc//
what kind of name is spitfire//when the only thing u spitin is yo blood from mike myers//think u da shit think u can spit but you wrong//i'm gon have yo ass like forest gump when they told him to run home//i'll make ya ass sit down and smoke my weed//next thing ya know ya got cancer and ya look like eve//ya neck and ya back gon get ya raped like kiya//ya like will hung an embarrassment to american idol//i'm gon have u slow jamin like twista to my flow//make ya partna into an overnight celebrity before the night's over