yo after this rb should label this kid a loser

yo in the cia im known as the best shooter, cause im quick to leave ya chest open like you worked at hooters//
fuck all the illusions im callin my drop magic, and with a name like that all that means is you could be a young faget//
you beatin me in this battle is like the o.j. trial still pendin, cause in this battle my rhymes will over take like two men in a feetle position//
you need to get grip man cause ya lost ya sense a reality treat you like mortal kombat the way im pullin this fatality, that'll send you high above earths gravity//
and i aint talkin bout astronauts and the shuttles they travel in, im talkin bout how you could treat me like uncooked dope the way i bubble and split ya face so you have the john travolta chin//
and with ya weak literacy i can see my lyrics are too hard to grasp, so dont make you see it from my perspective when i rip ya ribs out ya back//
and after this you may not want to be active, cause you can consider this me shittin on you after takin a laxitive//