simply put . . .

Those shells in your avatar are the only shots you got in this//
Hot as piss I’ll singe your pre-conceived rhymes, that’s gonna be the plot of this//
You should’ve just laid low, cause this kid from BK is about to get KO’ed//
Agreed to this cause I kidnapped your guardian angel, shit I still have his halo//
Lyrically I act with such swiftness that I’ll make you witness your own death//
Gotta crawl before you walk’,and you tripped takin’ baby let alone grown steps//
Let’s be clear - you’re swearin’ you’re ill?, that’s absurd purgery//
Lyrically murder me?, shit you gon’ be the one in verbal surgery//
Try to oppose and I just run rampant wit’ the skillz I got - I’m a fuckin’ genius//
I just composed another diss anthem like Francis Scott and I just keyed this//
Best believe this, your weak punches just won’t land like blind pilots//
7 years your lyrical senior, you just shouldn’t have opposed my mind’s mileage//
I’m so sick that when I spit they call the textual territory the BACT-AREA// (bacteria)
There’s no antidote so close you’re throat cause your attack’ll be wack and inferior//
cause if you can go to hell for killin’ contenders, well then I guess I’m guilty as sin//
You ain’t ill, I’m the only one in the infirmy and you’re just at the window lookin’ in//
Take you’re two biggest weaknesses and I’ll go back and forth like a pendulum//
I’ll leave your brain stem tremblin’ just cause you attempted to meddle in//
My reign, cause Chrit is avoidin’ me so I guess I’m the new “King”//
Cause My lyrics - shit ain’t no finer thing, U get rocked like diamond rings//
I elevate so much I look below and see the tops of jet liner wings//
And your rhymes are designed weak - sorry, I can’t say no kinder thing//
I’m explodin’ on you quicker than lightin’ a match in a room filled wit’ nothin’ but natural gas//
That’s the only way you’ll spontaneously COME BUST, forced to FIRE your ghostwriter at last//
Cause you bite like shark attacks so I’ll call you the Great White cause you have no HOPE//
Lyrics suicidal like those in old folks homes, but until now he was usin’ an old rope//
7-0? cause previous opponent was weak, so when Lyric went to jump the rope broke//
But each line of mine ensures the noose is nice and tight, just like every ryhme in my dope flow//
So you ain’t makin’ it out of this battle alive like Biggie in Chevy Suburbans in Los Angeles//
Cause with each line of mine you’ve sustained heavy damages, so don’t even spit back son, I just handled this//

. . . saw the unlimited lines shit so I spit 30 just to be safe (don't want anyone swayed cause you post 30 and I post 15) . . . alright, spit . . .