the battle worsens with everyone of your verses/
its like improv with you, you do it with out rehearsin/
i heard in the chatroom you prefer relations with the same sex/
your lame text creates rage internally like a caged pet/
saved sweat like water conservation when facin you/
when your whispered words are heard, gaggin reflexes are triggered like when first tastin chew/ erasin you and your crew with the abundance of ease/ please, i thought battlin you would be stimulating, but your actually just a tease/
"cheese", smile, im takin your picture/
this defeat must be documented and placed on every wall like fixtures/ mister, like mixtures your style and wrtings composed of flows from other individuals/
writings so FAR-OFF topic its OUT-OF-SIGHT like CORRUPTED VISUALS/ interrupted signals like static emitted from the mike when you grab it/ disorted vocals like cigarette adicts when attempting to spit but like HELTA SKELTA, I AINT HAVIN IT/
my throne, yeah,you sat in it/
but you've been givin the WRONG GIFT cause all i hear is silence, you aint RAPPIN kid/ (wrappin)