Wanted to Battle a Kid at School.. Just Started Typin and here's what came out...

yo, this kat is whack, and a fag, aside all that
he goes home, writes shit down and uses that to battle back
talking bout I wrote my raps, this is freestyle kid
I should copyright my voicebox incase u steal my shit
cuz if u ever heard of me you know better than that, trust me
this battle turnin into ya girlfriend, really ugly
Jimmy, claim he dark....when he go to church every sunday
from the "take-off" my punches keep "landin on em" like he's a runway
I'll pluck this herb, leave em distressed...easily defeatin his best
this kid's like quotation marks...he's jus' repeatin' my text
if you win, I'll shake ya hand and I'll grant you the best
but it ain happenin, you sound like DMX wid PMS
I punch a whole in ya neck and let chu take ya last breathe
than run up on you wid guitar strings and choke you to death
lyrical bullets pourin wid a flow that stands enormous
I jump outta the ocean and stab your ass wid a sword fish
cuz I treadin ya skin wid ice picks the size of light sticks
spit some hype shit and get cho wind pipe stripped
try and record this, end up wid a broke tape deck
pay respect, and you wind up wit cha fuckin face wrecked
I'm causin high winds and turbulance when my rhymes create
and I'm so ill, I make this whack faggot regurjitate
I could rhyme wid my tounge stuck to a razor blade
I'll show up while your on tour and set the stage ablaze
aim grenades, and make you and your fam hit the deck
cuz if u bite my rhymes then swallow and meet cha death