Opener...
Hear ye! Hear Ye! Gather round my RapBattle constituents!
I'm about to expose, my political foe, for Spittin lyrical flatulence!

Man, Quik...
Is this ever gonna end, will I be able to defend, another one of your verbal barrages?
Yeah I will, cause I've had my fill, of gettin beat by a prom queen wearin corsages! (his profile says he's a student)

Someone hold me back, cuz if I'm cut loose, I'll have no excuse for bringin ya abuse...
I've gotta short fuse, while you play borrowed juice, lines reused, ya "game's" strictly, "Duck, Duck, Goose".

My rhymes are like whiskey, they burn ya, but smooth, so ya keep drinkin...
But I laced em with poison, so while they got ya thinkin, too stunned for eye-blinkin, you'll feel ya heart rate sinkin.

Your speaker's low-wattage, your tweeters nuthin but a cottage, compared to my mansion of sound...
You still bustin 8-track, while I'm "state of the art" attack, causin the cardiac, that cold puts ya down.

My shit's like granite, it's why after our 3 battles I'm still standin, hard and cold and able to take your blows...
But your ass like sheetrock, always gettin hung, ya pasty white and easily riddled with holes.

Now I'll get a little dirty...
I'm a hit ya like a crotch shot, givin ultimate pain, damagin ya main vein...
Have ya cold pukin vomit, voice higher than a comet, "head" trauma for ya "little brain"... (check that double meaning)

My rhymes hit ya like a gangbang, at first ya cool with it, but later ya feel dirty...
Cuz I'm bringin ya Deliverance, makin ya "river"dance, cuz your mouth "sure looks purty"!

When Quik thinks of groin, he think of rolled coin, cuz his hookin earns him no paper...
Cuz he's got a jagged tooth, and his ass is too loose, sportin blisters in need of a scraper.

Grand Finale...
Ya skin's yellow with sickness, ya stomach stretched with thickness, ya really round and really short...
When Quik neeed money, he cried "please employ me", now jobbin as a ball at his local tennis court!

The End

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