16 lines.....you have to match it

look....look....

i'm not tha type to have to just step up and hurthca/
but lyrically i'm a killer, a serial murdera/
i ain't ever heard o ya, because yo rhymes is a joke/
and now i'm spittin, mic broke, and when you step you gon choke/
you were defeated, even before you had said a word/
i'll have you dropped like a drunk man, fallin over a curb/
you a standin innovation for tha gay community/
and for cakes like you? losin is my immunity/
boy you a two pump chump, ya goin out like a amateur/
i'm a marathon runner, porno star on the camera/
ain't talkin about sex, talkin about these rhymes/
bout how people laugh at yours, and give the props to mine/
well kreepa, only thing you creepin on is my dick/
get my dick out ya eye, didn't ya know that shit stick?/
and now that ya shot down, feelin da misery/
T-win's, match finished, flawless victory....