aight heres my drop you may want to stand back or youll get burned

yo call me a gravedigger the way im puttin this cat to rest, i dont consider this a battle i consider this rough sex with a wannabe vet//
my lyrics will ya brain stretched and perplexed sort of like you was hallucinatinon on some over dated X//
I write rhymes in simplistic ways, and i can see by ya avy itl'll take you many days to figure em out in more than one way//(think about it)
like ginuwines new song im bout lyrically get "in your genes", and with my lyrical blast ill whipe your whole existence clean//
this kid was never ready for what im bout to bring tellin me to spit first, cause my rhymes is like tryin extreme sports your bound to get hurt//
all day i been waitin on someone to answer my battle challenge, looks like you made the mistake and now youll have to manage//
with my flows i stay con-sistent, while you on the other hand are like illiterate kids that are just non-coherent//
this is my last line cause im sick of this, cause the only way you be harder than me is watchin the video tape of ya girl ridin my dick//

eh quick 10 marcianno you have 20 minutes starting now good luck -1-