my bad....som many battles I forgot but its cool

Im bout to kill this cat in this fuckin battle
have u on tha "edge" of fuckin bein scared of ya own "shadow"(shadows-edge)
read between tha lines kid...my lyrics go way deeper
than u think...i grip ya neck and put ya in a sleeper
Killin you softly wit words....Im tha real grim reaper
ya name is whack...it couldn't be any cheaper
ya lyrics?they played out like hip-packs and beepers!
tha only way ya shit could be hot is if u read mine
I spit like Armor-all....all my lyrics got shine
destroy ya self esteem...ya shyt aint makin connections
ya shyt bout as hard as a dick wit no erection
nigga I spit hot shit by tha masses
to destroy cats like u....fuckin net nerds thinkin they shit classics
Ya only wins were against weaks...just lokk at ya credits
Man Im slaughterin you like this shit is a nasty fetish
Come in like a ghost...call me a phantasm
My shit so strong...even ya mom feels it and catches orgasms
have her in spasms movin up and down
tell her to keep her ass up and her head down
she got a thang for rappers
Have her lookin like she bobbin for apples
Cut ya flesh and pur acid in ya wounds....
Know that ya met ya fate...ya record is doomed