since you wanna battle lets name it the game of death.
You'se a sweet nigga you composed of sugar itself.
You got no skill nigga no ability to rhyme.
I'll give your ass one second the other 59 mine.
You beatin me is like a masturbatin no armed man.
I overheat your body by removin your hypothalomus gland.
elbow you in ya mouth break the cartilage in ya nose.
you've been defeated so i cut off your toes.
I got seniority over you and i still went first.
im a livin dictionary thats to well versed.
acoustical assailments assault the resonations in ya ear.
i obliterate everything you hold dear.
I personify lyrical death itself.
put you in a sensory deprivation chamber so you can feel what i felt.
watch your brain began to melt a ooze out your head.
put you in home and watch you get spoon fed.

thats it your turn