*Grabs the mic...looks at 13th Disciple*

ayyo...
13th D stab my punches...rehearse them until he have the 'verbs molded'/
Ill turn ya insides into ya own verse...get 'em to stand out like the 'words bolded'/
Kill this foe, damage his vocals...reverse and eat through/
Turn ya body inside out...and force ya own heart to beat you/
I captivate cortex's, catipult corpses...castrate 13th D with poor-text/
Pour flows contained with chlamydia to contaminate ya pores-next/
Ya name explaines ya sexuality...ya aint str8 wit women and is used to a bruising/
You asked for a battle vs me...i guess you like losing/
In one verse your gonna say my name 2 times...now do you think that your famous/
So afterwards you can be left like ya fathers name section at birth...nameless(birth certificate)/
With rhymes like that...nigga you gotta be teasing/
You couldnt be a rapper if you had tape and bows on the holiday season/
After i beat you...you starts to beef...I gotta bring out the glocks/
Only time this pussy shoots...is when there's 24 seconds on the clock/
Im a "BAD BOY" Element' with a long barrow thats real narrow/
Cause I "SHYNE' BEHIND BARS" similiar to Jamal Barrow//