ok flow intelligent ... i guess i'll go first.

yo flow, you ain't intelligent, battlin the jangle master
cause i leave ya split in half, like magic-box disasters
the bars you spit entrap yourself like clumsy child molesters
ya less intelligent than babies who are still in third trimesters
meanwhile, i spit bars solider than those at fort knox (place where gold bars are stockpiled)
my rap leave ya pantin like SARS, or as if you just sucked 4 cocks
ya only intelligent flow is pouring out ya cranium
i leave ya ass underground, like unflowered geraniums
bust out your four-leaf clover, if ya wanna stay a 3-d man
or this rap will 'roll you over', like minutes on wireless plans
the only way you win battle raps is ridin dongs
no wonder you got more 'claps' than gospel songs
and more aids than refreshing sports drinks (i.e. gator'ade')
i congealed then concealed your brain son, now how ya gonna think