Wtf at you being banned from voting in all Spektikuls battles AND being named after a guy who makes bows and arrows? But fuck it, it's past time I whored you once and for good.

Some say I'ma bigger loser, but it's little more than a hunch
When YOU bit a line off a hillybilly band... & then tried to call it a punch
Maybe you got skill, after all you're named as respectable
But then we both knew you'd 'mount to something... it's just a shame it was Spektikul
My drops leave carnage and blood, so don't even start with me bud
Cause the only good Fletcher in your town works at the archery club
Some think I'ma lose this, so in the predictions I'm pretty fucked well
You're a tough nut to crack... but your careers always been in a nutshell
Mimesis would whore you all over, so all in all you fucking suck jew
Cause you must be a Fat Bastard when even Austin Powers above you
Just be happy I'm showin you a good verse, so cut straight to the thankings
Cause last time you came with a sharp drop...
…It was to the bottom of the rankings


Don't talk bout stealing lines, or I'll slash your jugular good n' true
I'd give you a Twizted line across the throat...
...but you'd only bite that one too
The fuck makin me match his lines? Playin by this fags rules is shitty
But with Nick we expect to see a bitch move... the fuck out of his city
So maybe you beat some newbs, but ya got nothing to show bitch
Cause yeah you have a huge record... n' a fuckin vinyl player to go with
So what at your achievements, it's doesn't mean you'll best me
Why you proud being top vet on a site that has 5 decent textees?
Owning FL means nothing, bitch I'ma still leave you broke worse
Cause you've managed to have 100 battles, and NEVER drop a dope verse
No wonder he's rarely crew leader, it's hard to respect a geek
Last time Nick was Chairperson... he started collecting seats
I wreck the week, so come against me I'll soon waste ya
& Turn your face into such a ruin... it could be the setting for Tomb Raider
Some predict Nick'll win, but hypothetics make things worse
Cause the only Nick'll involved in this is the value of your verse
Don't pretend your dope, we all know you're just callin a bluff
& I'd leave you worse for wear... but your fashion style's awful enough
Batwoman was an evening gal, she'd come out till darkness finished
You could call her a lady of the night... just like every bitch you've been with
Nick ya got no life, it's been something that's already said
I mean you were offline for a week, n' everyone thought you were dead
Lets end on a simple note, cause all your punches hit soft
We're done trading blows... and I'm feeling fucking ripped off