aiight,
battle vs. quil-spit


I'm known as the mc killer; u wouldn't have a shot staying on Pace with me being Reggie Miller//
Each line will kill ya; as my rhymes r like 'un-stuffed turkey' the way you aren't getting any filler//
Ur bout as real as cartoons so wise up n don't battle a guy that's known to rhyme tough//
Cause I'll have u walk in 'rooms with ceiling clocks' just to prove that ur 'times up'//lol
Let the fighting erupt; kid must be 'delivering testicles', cause he's 'driving' me 'nuts'//
I'll 'carve out your insides' just to prove that when battling me ur 'deprived of guts'//
You can't survive the cuts; this battles like 'illiterate' 'jail mates'; there's no 'con-test'//
Your scripts read like they were revived from the recycling bin; they aren't fresh//
I'm the best; and you beating me is like paraplegics claiming to need an arms rest//
Cut off ur dick n take out the 'MAN' in you so people would be like whose 'He'?//
Everyone knows that imitating karate kicks is the only way to quote Bruce Lee//**
My advice is to shut the fuck up and leave this battle humbled by my presence//
There's trouble in my essence; ill have u figurin out how to beat me.....u cant, so you be rest-less//
Your record doesn't help much; thats why u need my pic to make ur profile look good//
Put wholes in ur 'sweater and screw em'; just to prove that I can 'fuck up your hood'!!!!//
Blows mound enough power to take your foes down as I devour these rows clown//
My tracks are like 2 of my team members mating; the outcome is a Pro Sound//
You're shit 'don't make sense' like having 'flows drowned'; ur texts are too plain//
Kid your too lame...and your lyrics are about as original as your crew's name// *
Blood drips as your shoes' stained; with a cue aim my punches would award you with a bruised frame//

*bonus line for ya*
Experience the worst pain as I use 'pennies to carve ur optics' just to have ur point of 'views changed'//