somewhere - out there - is a 'brand new kitchen'//
go there - cook there - b4 'leave u bitchin'//
cryin cos u bin hit with my vicious verbal assult//
denial, at the trial "it really wasnt my fault //
i didnt mean to battle the manic i had no idea //
no clue that my punches were so weak and unclear "//
but there will be no courtroom, no judge, no jury//
u have already been sentenced to 10 lines of fury//
fury found at the hands of the killa//
manic has ripped you iller than iller//
i feel no mercy no reason to let u off//
walk into the back room and get yo self off//
you fucking wannab homaphrodite he bitch//
yo tuckin in yo cock while untuckin yo clevage//
u rap lacking intensity and word without a flow//
u talk in circles wit punches havin nowhere to go//
this is rap battles bitch get off my no noo-b forum//
cos at home, with ur motha, is ur only way you-b scorin//



*note* edit was changing "scored" to "score" in last line