Check it,

Yo flow is Pork Rine, I demolish Your Kind in Four Lines
Only reason yo record's 4-0's coz u battled the same spaz 4 times
I spit acid, while you get dipped In It Like A Nacho
In any rap race i'll leave this nigga Winded Like Chicago
I'll roast you faster than time it's self, make u "Live In The Past"
The only reason you got "Stypes" is coz i be "Whippin Yo Ass"
I'll Piss In A Glass and chase it with stricnine to Kill U
Even if u were decent, i'd cut my nerves so I won't "Feel U"
He talks out his ass, I should give em shit to Feed His Asshole
N I read yo basic rhyme scheme, i'll tell Dr. Suess U Need A BAttle
Behead His Type, between the lines I'll give u dem Redish "Strypes"
(Blood)
U lost coz U underestimated, u can't "sleep on me", like a Bed Of Spikes
But as I said I'll continue to reign, slay u ass they All Watch ME
Take yo fuckin heart out like it was a part of an Autopsy....