Aiight, I'm gonna try a battle verse with diff styles.
Peep..
GL Chrit.

Yo - My verbals so taxin on the throat I leave ya whole thorax-dented - ya voice bended cuz you couldn't be the Main focus in my eyes if you were contact lenses!
shit - It's like you got branded-a-pig' cuz you labeled-a-bore and you gettin fucked with felonies cuz I break-the-in-laws!!
You know I'm like the daddy-of-animal-health cuz I constantly son-vets - ya-done-wrecked and ya missing a page or two cuz I see no-content!
Fuck! Shadow ripz-up-herbs and verses - Inverts-curses and destroys-anthems- ya-verbs and skills couldn't develop quickly if you spat wit-polaroid cameras!
My methods are Torterous and I'll son you to-where-crooks-dwell - cuz Chrit couldn't hold knowledge with a Job-as-a-Bookshelf!
If Chrit got his way the planet-would-be homosexual and he would-if-he-could! you-violently-shook and you Ugly in NY sweatshirts cuz you "Don't look good in the hood*

"Murda..."

Fuck-war-bitch!-I'll-rip-Chrit-Vocal-chords-and-remove what he stands-on to leave-him-floor less -
Cuz-i'm-LAWless wit-no-morals-or-respect -for 'fuckers in line and i'm like who wanna get whored next?
Chrit! -ya bitchslapped-wit-Skilled-rapz-that-rip-back-caps-and-like-FELINE-'Rabies' my-spitz-kill-catz! -
Bitch-ya-shit's-whack-mine-iz-fat so-you-gettin-ripped-bad - cuz my skillz like Dividing hats couse!

"Tha Switch...ain't over yet."

You lay frayed, your verses are straight gay, like ‘midgets punchin your teeth’ I leave you ‘short of speech’, Chrit, you like ‘eight days’ cause you ‘more~than~week’. (said your name…lmao)

Chrit…Spit like a menstrual cycling dyke, your central ideas die as I’m peelin off my glock, you like a kid playin hookie, you claim you ill, but you not. (That’s right, fake mothafucka)

And as for best crew…That means nobody ever tests you, Oh yeah, and your verse, I’ll easily ‘top yours’ even though I didn’t ‘drop first’. (That would mean I was above him…for those who are stupid)

Bitch, You get smashed into two, And broken one at that, cause I got no need to hold knowledge……I drop it when I rap. (Ownage)

Rip through your pavilion casually, I’ll expose you whore, we could go to war, but where I come from, we don’t allow civ~ILLian casualties. (Rawr)

I got ‘concrete punches’, like ‘violent cement’, Throw shots at you, ‘slap you’ like ‘whores hittin erections’, your punches got ‘no shock value’ like ‘poor electricians’.(Yep...that's how you use wordplay)

I’m gonna start smackin ya spine, don’t claim your bars are sick cause like ‘actors on strike’, you don’t want any ‘part in this’. (wordplaying you to school)

I drop sinister quotes, you were hopin I wouldn’t ‘remember to show’, cause know, you’re fucked if I drop, like prisoner’s soap. (can you even comprehend this?)

I should 'leave this board', like 'retired skateboard riders', cause I'm 'too big for the web' like 'overweight spiders'. (that's right...I'm too good for the net)

Soon breathin will be stopped, you got 14 cats in your 'W' column, and you shout out in sin, but 'beatin people off' doesn't 'count as a win'. (damn...you're really good with dick...or so i heard)

You my punching bag, it’s clear you suck now, got a battle with me, and opportunities comin knockin……………………you the fuck out. (wordplay...again, read slowly so you'll understand)

Be real or get vexed, I’m iller and best, you’ll soon die fairy, only way people ‘feelin your text’ is an a blind mans library. (yeah, you little bitch...no ones feelin you)

Your words are wack, spray lines like unserviced gats, Chrit's like a ‘donkey’ at a ‘drive-thru’…I’m quick to ‘serve his ass’. (stay away from my drive thru whore)

Siting the hearse, hit fans, your writings the worst, cripped man, I could ‘talk shit’, but I’d get banned for ‘biting your verse’. (good thing you too wack to bite)

Guns blare when I cock it, way I hits unfair, get off my cock bitch, lips on the chair so you’ll have a reason to talk shit. (that's right, you need a reason)

Merked..?


Mad Man: I uncapitalized and unquoted most of it.