aight check it...

Your rhymes really disappoint, like a poorly rolled “joint”/
I won’t get as “high” off this win, but I’ll take the easy point/
Tonight you picked the wrong cat to fight/
I’m at a height you’ll never reach, you never gunna win a battle at this site/

Me you cannot defeat, this verse will be a treat, ask for a rematch the same will repeat/
Now take a seat, listen to my beat, pull out a sheet and jot this down, I’m gunna give you pointers on how to bring the heat/
Its you I will intimidate, your rhymes worse than a pitcher up at the plate/ (Pitchers are horrible batters, they always miss)
This loss has become your destined fate, do you want me to elaborate and translate/
Into words so you can understand, you accepted the challenge, took the bait, now your gunna get a merking, first rate/
This is just like a game of chess, use your head and strategize, I beat you with fools-mate/
After this you’ll be in a denial state, after you balls ran away you a castrate/
I’m here to make you devastated, your spit won’t reach me, my heat will have it evaporated/
You took me to easily, you under-rated, you should have evaded before I invaded/
don’t even spit, cause all your rhymes been played and out-dated/

spit ya shit..