::rushed my verse::

I'm only being real when I say, you-wack-as-fuck, Taktik suck, like retired leprachauns, you-out-of-luck/
ya shits as sharp as a dull 'razor', I'm about to burn ya like 'aftershave', 'parading' all over ya verse like it's Christmas 'Holiday'/

I shit syllables and piss punches all over ya 'keyboard', so go back to exploiting ya self on cam, you 'e-whore'/
this kid writes like 'boars', tha thing is this fool has been 'castrated', I've 'raped' tha alphabet, while you and verbs are still 'masturbatin'/

I've left ya deprived of skill, like faggots without wigs, like 'Rigs & Butta', your no 'Lethal Weapon'..I know you had enough of this kid/

::enough of the rushed kiddy junk::

You better find shelter-and-fast since I’m hellish with-raps, cats will know you fucked with the illest when you develop-the-rash/
talk about ahead-of-the-class, Brooklyn’s a felon-with-class, always down to ‘smoke fruit’ like I'm buying melons-and-hash/

fuck irrelevant-crap, I let my intellegince-nap while I get 'paid to come off the top' like I was selling-my-hats/
I’m aiming as marksman, to maim this flaming-accomplice, ‘your flirting with death’ and trying to make a date-with-your-coffin/
you tested and lost-quick, but the lesson was honest, making ‘short work’ of taktik inprimal acts like janitor’s dressed-up-as-hobbits/

arrested your conscious, even satan and hell knows that my turf isn't worth-steppin-on, got Taktik 'down on his luck' eating pussy-from-leprachauns/
really who can compete with a fucking demon-in-gear, millions-screaming-in-fear like I was godzilla this-year/

eventful and brash enough to compell-hellians-to-rap, me losing is as likely as Micheal Jackson getting-melanin-back/

edited for rushed spelling