Ight bro.. im feelin that...

yo consider this your obituary, writtin in form of a lyrical post//
even if your soul came back, u dont think i would murder your ghost//
This kidd aint worth battlin, he just gassin them birds//
Heard you play with your own vagina, Im just passin the word//
I will crush this kidd like fat people sittin on crackers//
This dude is homo lyricist, not a lyrical rapper//
Dont get personal its cool to take a loss-to-da-best//
and get left in a skirt feelin lost-and-depressed//
No need for votes, after my verse, its clear to see the loser//
this "pussy" got murdered like he was fucked by Freddy Kouger//
Fuck the 16 lines I could've just spit 16 words//
This battle is "mentally challenged" like I battled 16 nerds//
Young Jigga?naw..better change your name to young homo//
career worse than kelly roland trying to succeed solo//
Got caught up in tha wrong battle and got ripped-a-part//
leave my ass in your cardiovascular system so youll have a piece of me in your heart//