Hey yo...
Kid you need practice…my verbal tactics known to murder these ‘herb’al wack-kids.../
My act is to pursue with drastic attack kicks 'cracking your back' quick; style is 'chiropractic'..../
I might go light kid; so take your opportunity; lose in votes? Only when you wack mc’s unite in unity..../
I spit it fluently; simple ‘mathmatics’, my fist and your chin connect ‘congruently’; I’m ‘untouched’; tightly holding ‘immunity’..../
Kid asks for votes in chat rooms? Stop the immaturity; if I catch u in life, you better run ‘under cover’ like ‘undetected cops’.../
Kid I’ll smash your face against the rocks; plus all you do is ‘act hard’ like ‘stunt erection cocks’..../
Rank elevation stops; here for you; sort of like a ‘tear’ would do your always ‘dropping beneath eye’(i)...../
Make you descend from steeps high; as you still try to bring up my pic…’fuck a disguise’, my face I wont hide like a ‘cheap spy.../
Keep convincing yourself that our battles are close, the only time you ‘popping up heat’ is when ‘ejecting the toast’..../
Ur rhymes are perplexing to most; could have sworn your verse was laced with ‘anthrax’ the way kids go on ‘rejecting your post’.../
I spit the ruggedness rhythm; only time he feels heat is when the slugs get to hit em; lol…even the gun talk will viciously rip em.../
Maliciously hit em; have the kid spitting with half the energy as I discarded his lung..../
I regard this is done; kid is young and already I have em 'shouting out: retirement is fun’..../
I fire men son like mean bosses; hand you three losses for all the trouble you cost.../
Against me? 'Yanking buttons out the keyboard' is the only way you can ‘pull a W off’..../

ending line:
U aint seeing me bro ~ like 'perfect strike-out' u just went down to 'three in a row' ~