Here goes...It's kind of wack. I've got some nice lines in my head bouncing around, but I have so many battles this weekend...

If you're Two Toned, I'm sure black's one and blue's the other
You couldn't get your paws on me pressing "Start" playing Mario Brothers
Got you frightened of me 'cause I'm ill and your shit's wack
So now you're sweating like Fat Joe on a Nordic Track
My lyrics slice and dice your flesh 'til there's only bones left
Rim shots on your ear drums are steady making Tone deaf
Prepare to Meet Your Daddy, I'm not as wack as you might hope, Focker
I'll beat you 'cause your rhyme fall off faster than drunk tight rope walkers
It's clear that I'm the victor, so just quit your bitchin', hater
'Cause 4Eyez's that cat that serves you shortly like a midget waiter
Anyone who thinks you're iller than me rejects facts
I'll beat that shit out of you like my name was Ex-Lax
Transportin' your dead body undetected like a hearse in the dark
Stealing your verses, it's clear your bite is wore than your bark
Your verses can't be understood when you get hyper and whine
This Bitch need the "Pet Psychic" to decypher his lines
Tone, you won't beat me, you just aren't smart enough
I'll cause you cardiac arrest like I've got your heart in cuffs
You can't forget me, I'm in your head like nose clippers
And you drop ill lines as often as the Amish use zippers
There's no way that you'll defeat me, not even at your best, son
I'll smack your right cheek so hard the print show up on the left one
Like a dinosaur, I'll emit a primal roar, then rip out your spinal cord
With my shining sword, play it like a xylophone then eject my final word...
BITCH!!!

Hope you enjoyed.

Peace