here we go:

yo nigga, u talk about spittin quick, are u sure u aint suckin dick/
i read yo shit nigga, that shit gotta be bitten, or maybe one day u thought real hard, yea dat shit is probably written/
your verses are all ova the place, u kno how many battle rules ur bendin?, your rhymes are confusin, like 8 mile they aint got no endin/
come on nigga, u need to elevate, go practice, cuz comin on this battle, u kno im a regulate/
warren g style, but i dont crip hop, of course i aint like you, cuz u dick hop/
nigga please stop, your rhymes are gay, they sound like they've been written by Ray J/
your rhymes are overused, like Phil Jackson's triangle offense, watchout nigga, im the spurs i done ripped your nonsense/
dont look at that record, im still the illest, comin at u hard, lettin everyone kno whos the realest, i spit for niggas that i kno will feel this, not like you, those niggas aint have no illness/
so mr. spittin quick, maybe you should throw those written rhymes out, u recyclin shit, come on nigga dats not what rappin is about/
my verse is bout to end, im sorry i cant supply you with more shit to bite, its ok nigga, with a couple years of practice your rhymes might be alright