You Got It Mutha Flucker!!!!

step it up, lay it down, end up spinning your head around// Im the ringmaster of this shit and your the fucking clown.
Im a use you right now as my human cannon ball// shoot your straight up in the air, no saftey when you fall.
SPLAT!!, You hit the deck, you should be dead, in full effect// I ask if your ok, then silently snap your neck.
Put you out your misery// so theres no way your beating me.
Ive heard your ryhmes keep reapting, your off beat, an your a wack mc.

Talentless, you just guess, no idea of what life means// but then again what can you know when your only fourteen. (age in profile)
Fair enough for you trying to give this hip hop a shot// but in the future, if I were you I would stick to odd jobs. (occupation)
Infact I'll employ you to give this battle a once over// then when you loose i'll pay you to make use of your own shoulder.
Cuz you'll need it to cry on when you realise your going nowhere// stuck in the horror house I created in my VIP funfair.
Cleverly arranged to give the younger generation a scare// your short pants will be filled now you got brown underwear!!!.
Kinda like when you heard I was after you to battle// you spit your shit unchallenged and skidattled.
Thats it ive finsihed left you souless and diminished// only constructive criticism please your last comments were kinda kidish!!!