aight check it

You “Illegal” because you set up gay “prostitution” on the street/
Its on the first time, “cops” say you’re a constant repeat/
You a “Clown” cause its only little kids your raps “entertain”/
All yo shit is like Dr. Seus, simplistic and plain/

My rhymes spit strong, like winds of Gale, and hit like hail, into you they impale/ (Gale force winds)
Like a train you about to derail, movin off the trail, you’s about to fail/
Your rhymes so horrible, worse then a “blind” man without any “Braille”, no punches no detail/

To win this, the voters you will have to manipulate, cause all your rhymes do is nauseate/
My rhymes gunna evaporate your spit, comin at you so hard to decimate/
Now I’m Irate you fuckin suck kid, your piss poor, I text better on the snow when I urinate/ (Irate – Extremely Angry)
It’s not hate I’m tryin to create, jus don’t battle above your league, a no show is your only escape/
Your rhymes are like “Value Village”, all of them “second rate”/ (Value Village, second hand store)
I could be in a state of Distrait, and still my rhymes would lacerate and incinerate/ (distrait – absent minded)
After your rhymes I evaluate, and know that a loss in on your plate/
I’m sure the other 5 will incorporate, ask you to join the circle and masturbate/ (5 others I beaten)

spit..