I'm bored now

I flip Trip's, his lip’s ripped. Leavin with life is a perk.
Couldn’t “apply pressure” teachin how barometers work.
I’m harmin this jerk. My rips’ll kill, this kid should chill.
He must be fallin sick, this punk bitch is trippin he’s ill
I’m spittin wit skill. Einstein couldn’t outwit my tricks
Hiding in walls is the only way you’d make me “hit the bricks”
No return, one look at me’ll leave ya mattress in stains
Scatter remains. All I need’s this rhyme to scatter your brains.
You look bad chump, and seem to be weighed down with fatigue
Cause like a rebel in baseball, I’m just “outta your league”