anyways...i ain't got much time on so i'ma go ahead and spit... here it is....not good cuz i'm in a fucking rush...no excuses tho.. g'luck

It takes a stupid mutherfucka to mess with my punchlines,
my raps would devour u like kids from India in a lunchline//
so with enough time, you learn not to try spitin and rap-outta- place,
cuz my punchlines will hit u so hard people will think oprah sat-on- your-face//
so stand around keep rappin and try to outlast-your-fate,
but you'll never have a rap deal so all u will do the whole time is stand-and-wait//
plan and debate, online how you could be the real victor and choice,
but trust me u wouldnt get a vote if people could hear ur voice//
so stick to being a follower, cuz none of ur lines will have the ability to push me,
so forget rap doctor oral and keep doin wut ur mouth was made too.... EAT PUSSY//
Killing emcees the hard way...I continue to take-the-ruthless-circuits...
through these kind of battles, we use TEXT only...so that makes-DarkForce -worthless...//
Fake-rootless-herpit...beating me is only 'imaginable', like you were 'stuck-in-dreams'...
only time anyone is feeling ya words...is when they touch-the-screen...//
Luck-in-schemes?...ya skills remain low, popularity decreased, not enough-hype...
ya 'bars never tend to hit hard'...unless you were involved in club-fights...//
Cut it out?...I run straight through ya hood...ripping-thugs-countless...
I've read some of ya verses...ya 'lines don't even connect'...like 'different-plug-outlets'...//
With-instance-luck-crisis...my text eats you alive quick...like I cram-them-lunches...
I may not have any personals about you...but you're wack enough for me to beat you with just random-punches!...//