yo yo check it 1,2

I leave ya burried in avalanches so you so cold you turn to ice,
So your style frozen ya lyrics growin old 'n' frostbitten you drop da mic.

I hear ya spitting so much to practice ya lips are chapped,
But like in school you in trouble for being wack so i'll leave ya knuckles rapped.

Im takin my time to drill home how I feel about you in general,
I tunnel through ya brain just so I can steel the lyrics straight from ya mental.

Ya found ya self in perell now you screamin HELP like penelope pittstop,
Where as I could tell you were a girl really cuz you out this race with the lines you drop.

You can call me XL, extra large cuz I hold weight in this rap battle forum,
But you fake thinking you winning but its a mirage and I already killed you b4 you saw em.

So What?