YO Dean haven’t you seen your status you’ve never won a battle//
Your rhymes couldn’t ‘graze’ me if you dropped a ‘tonne of cattle’//
Im gonna Burn you like a bug under a magnifying glass//
Frying ya ass with ma raps when ya try and pass the master//
Rap faster than a speeding train, leave you slain//
Die in pain next weak from an internally bleedin brain//
Manik Ps caning this puny mancunian elocution//
Your whole verses an illusion of your deluded confusion//
Bruisin this loser put this student bum on the run//
Hundred and thirty five posts not one of em stuns// blud you just runnin your gums

Manik Peace