k, i'll spit first then

My ryhmes are dressed in glorious punches and meta's//
yours, naked and humiliting like sordiness packed lunches//
mine satisfy MC's like muchies, fuck all appraisel letters//
yours crumble like caburys crunchies, you only humour your haters//
I'm gonna eat you up like a 'gator, and see you swell like a tumour//
§olja onlywants cause trouble later, i'd much rather settle this battle sooner//
my hands around this mic, are extremely lethal, only tight spits matter//
I heard you pimp ho's for less than a nickel, your rep is in tatters//
mother keeps eatin to get fatter, notourious look-alike//
no sign of the dissapperaing father, i eat your lines like locusts/
§olja's ryhmes fall apart like a ford focus, sure you've noticed//