well, heres my verse:

I'm a lyrical pyro, step back before you get burned,
it's like think this battle had a dj, cuz the tables are turned/
these words leave you dylexic, you walk in in reverse home,
like Mobb Deep backwards, I jab your nose in your brain bone/
I'm Smashing Pumpkins on your head, to leave you Disarmed,
too late you get off the hook, like swimmin in a trout farm/
you're like Michael Jackson, your face keeps getting whiter,
cus these rhymes are a lyrical noose, they keep getting tighter/
you couldn't 'cook up' some 'productions' if you were a baker,
finally you're a spectacle when I throw you in the glass maker/
you're punchin out in words more annoying than Oprah,
Don't step in the remains, cuz I just Kill-ed a Kobra/

lets see the votes

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