*picks up the mic*
Merking King? Dont make me laugh...

Ima lay this vet to sleep, this aint no game- u peep?/
My words reach unknown depths of man- this verse burns deep/

You aint rappin - ya lines come soft like R&B, horribly this kid just 'sings-songs'/
Cuz he stays up doin Karaoke in gay clubs and jackin off to 'ding-dongs'/
This things on, I turn wak threads into the 'battle of the cen-tu-ry'/
And I'm bout to leave this merking king 'royalty-free' like stolen m-p-3's/
You get no empathy - u were too busy moanin' "damn, this cat sucks"/
So I come back even harder, thats the remedy for you PMSing whack fucks/
Im 'scuffin' ya record, like steppin on a brand new pair of Air-Ones/ (AF1's)
You'd think this faggot worked in fast food the way he's constantly 'tearing-buns'/
When you first got to this site you were 10x as whack and 10x as ugly as me/
Now you just twice as whack and still as ugly- kid, im somethin u'll never be/
This bitch is a wannabe eminem, but his words 'melt in his mouth' like Ken Kaniff/
He's too 'soft-spoken' - my verse 'earthquakes' minds while his are barely causin a rift/
Watch the 'tide shift' like I had control of the moon/
Cuz if u aint cryin yet I guarantee its comin soon/
Dont take this to heart, u just another victim of this lyrical war/
Lay down and pass me the crown, say goodnight you casulty whore/

Spit back...
*drops mic*