like i said i was gonna spit tonight so here it is

u can classify as elite, but R's gonna b the victor//
my innovation is ground breakin, readin high on the richter//
ur words wont penetrate cauz ur just an experiment//
havin him throw beta versions and he still wont have his verse yet//
sewed his asshole, reversed digestion just to help him spit his "shit"//
eats it up to save for later cauz thats how he gets his punchlines and kicks//
reverse your verbs havin you eat your words like alphabet cereal//
bullemic sticks dicks up his throat to regurgitate his rhymes bitten from other people//
have him think hez in a planeterium with my punchlines havin him "seein stars"//
but failed to learn in this field trip cauz he still cant write competent bars//
threw a dictionary at me to claim he hit me with big words//
so i replied by smashin him with bibles to show God "flippin" him the bird//
why does this bitch stutter? cauz this "toy boy" misplaced his mic with "vibes"// (vibrator hehe)
thought Disney Land lacked fun cauz "dick" was his favourite ride//
stuck in crossfires with my lyrical threats//
caught in a war flick but he was more interested in "Saving Ryan's Privates"//
couldnt come up to this spit, needed a night to think to dis//
and God aint perfect, he made one mistake... this (points to Lab Rat)//