(ok but its 2 rounds)

damn kawtic so u fuckin twisted in the head u almost seem gothic/
now agsint this fake emcees i plot-shit/
now look thru my eyes see a different perspective/
eliminatin faggots like u be my only objective/
I hate emcees who talk about killin someone when on the real they aint able to do-it/
This game aint fo phonies like you so don’t pursue-it/
Now I aint psychic but here my prediction most what u spit is 90% fiction/
come against me u get knocked unconcious/
look at yo poor styles u like ethiopian children in serious need of sponsers/
oh u actin hard with yo crew ruthless/
give u a grill chipper n leave yaw toothless/
I deliver every punch line on time like a DHL parcel/
My shit meant to be loud like shots from a mack 10/
I neva say die like Duracell yaw talkin like you cant wait to endure-hell/
on the mic i strike harder then a python/
fuck this battle trill is yo idol/