Call me incontinent, 'cause there's no way you're stopping my flows
Testing me's like trying to solve a Rubik's cube with your eyes closed
Like cheap gum, it's it's fast the way you're losing your flavor
Sensei, you're only dark from the bruises I gave ya
Lyrically I pack more fire-arms than the human torch
After my punches pound you, it's clear you've been scorched
It's clear that you're King Shit here...well, minus "King"
All you dickriders abandoned you; they couldn't find the thing
Like Madonna in "Dick Tracy" my onslaught leaves you Breathless
My lyrics make jaws drop; yours give the listeners tetnus
How can I put this so this stupid bitch will believe?...
Battling Sensei is like arm wrestling with Christopher Reeves
You're hopin' I slip, while I leave you broken and ripped
This kid's a pussy, that why it stinks when he opens his lips
You might as well put your rhymes where a torch is and roast 'em
Before I come cleave your brain in half like your corpus collosum
So cut this absurdness; It's clear the Nerd's best
There's no action you can take, like I left you verb-less

No beef. Just battle.
Peace