Ight here it is, Lets do dis LOT

Inverted his spleen, this nervous drag-queen didn’t get MADE
Nasty with his mouth? Only when he got caught spitting out ADDS
Relinquish Pain and get slain by rhymes soon as my verbs connect
Decapitate this wigga, and have him speaking the rest of his lines through his neck
Your lyrics aint hot no more, you just another Ghost of a Love Forgotten
Went from weak to poetry, now he mad cause his battle record’s fined, penalized for stopp’n (Think about it)
Accomplishment lost to you! I told him not to get so close to his ink pen. (Smelling dat ink)
He can’t say that he didn’t get most of his wins from newbs, who the hell was K-Trin!
Poetic saints can only fit in soap operas and Blind date shows
He could make this "rape" (instead of rap) battle into a poem but still couldn’t find his “Love Below”