aight this my verse, hail the unedible oreo

you must be scared of hieght cuz you caint get on my level,
noone could dig you dog if they read this battle with a shovel,
words dont hurt me, stick and stone caint break me,
you got the mind of a burner? naw you still on saftey,
we knew you were on line by your shiityflow aroma,
lyrically my punches will leave you in a lifetime coma,
caint even post a battle man, you lost already,
leaving Textual nightmares on your street like my name was freddy,
you an emcee yet all your shit you spit is irrelevent,
part of a.i. of course cuz your nothing but artificail intellegence,