If you come to test me,you'll forever remorse//
You so weak you lucky if you get minus 2 mics ever-in-the-source//
You tryin to make sense but your rhymin is perplexed//
Its as if I did an "assasin"ation on your chest with text//
I'll spit a diseased needle and leave your physical form bleedin'//
Bitch just admit you a fag instead of the affirmative pleading//
The closest you get to "sick" is layin half-dead//
Or living in miasma with your bloods plasma being released into poisonous lead//
With vitriolic substances absorbed into your brain//
Or if you preforated a main vein and still couldnt feel pain//
Whilst I bomb your words and cause sporadic on your static verb//
My words are verbally infected that'll leave ya in a state of automatic-perturb//
And when I spit I make you stunned just like the outcome of anthrax//
And when I rhyme a punch you'll just "Collapse like Sadamms-task"//
So you can try and try but Im still gonna attack like cardiac//
I keep pumpin back while you wack and still lack that full pack//
You never "stick to rap" cos all the top dogs get weary//
To you cos to them your just an unknown "lyrical" theory//
So if you miracely win it dont matter,Im just a young teen//
So I got plenty of years left to return and make your loss serene//

Uppin for votes

P.S. Obviously no hard feelings,now I see what quik-spit means my 2 members of one crew not battlin each other,but just let this be a practice battle............Dont sleep on this