Yo, calm down man, I told you, I had chores.

I know know LIL stands for, Lacking-in-Lyrics
The way you on the mic, you sound like you're just six.
To win this battle, you need to elevate like a hang-glider,
When you spit, you sound like KITT from Knight Rider.
Your rhymes are past expiration, mine are nice and ripe,
Don't front on your skills boy, you got flow like a frozen pipe.
You just a camel boy, you spit alot and it's always disgusting,
When you try to touch my skill, you'll just start spontaneously combusting.
You've got as much pollution as the whole city of New York,
It is like you're Kosher - and talent is your pork.