Rawr...Alittle agressive, eh?
Here it comes then.

*Snatches tha mic from Ripper*
Ahem...

-You out of shape, Need to practice by runnin mara-thons.
-I guess it's that time of tha month, Hope you switched tampons.
-Chilled for a minute, Gave you time to up ya record.
-Back in business again, I'm bout to snap this kid's neck chord.
-Spit saliva with tha force of nature, I overthrow ya plans.
-He swears he's a man but his hormone glands goes off at tha sight of man.
-You ain't really lyrikal, You write shit and pray that it's hot.
-I'm a human grenade on tha mic so I guess I'm blowin up tha spot.
-Killin you will be minimal, Your boys play spectatas.
-I'm vicious like aligators, You're just abit courageous.
-To battle this demon, You ain't thinkin right, Dun lost ya mind.
-Lost track of my continuous spit, Gottah rewind tha time.

Nothing special.
Keystyle it for ya real quick.
You might get me.
We'll see.
GL.
G H O S T.