Okie Dokie... Here We Go. I Hope You Dont Take Much Longer To Spit, Took Me Just Over 30 Minutes. Also, I Labled (1) (2) Etc... As Personals, I Dont Think They Are Hard To Pick Up Anyways. Without Further Adue...

I'll Mathematicaly Calculate Your Verbs Just So You Can Come Correct With The Words You Choose To Slur...
It's Like Your Signature Is Taylor Made For My Verse, Because All I Do Is Murk Herbs For All They Deserve...(1)
It's Funny How You Prematurly Ascend Because I'll Beat You So Hard You'll Be Left Without-A-Friend...
And It's Clearly Obvious That You, And The Trends Have Now Witnessed "The-Man-The-Myth-The-Legend"...(2)
I Spit Multi's But You Just Got Strange Contractions, Throw A Stick In Ya Bike Sproket To Show You A Real-Chain-Reaction...
I Dont Need To Beat Up On Retards To Obtain Satisfaction, Step To Me, You And Your Crew Will Be A Slain-Faction...
My Punches Are Hittin' Like Sex In Rhythm, I'm Vexed And Hidden Attacking Within Perspexed-Visions...
Your "Eary Name Glow's" It's Apparent Connection To Ghosts, So Watch Mezzo Rip You With An Excercism...(3)
I'm Simply Better Than Your Best Kid, Etched In Tombstones So People Remeber The Death-Wish...
However I Sketched It So You'll Never Be Rested, You Can Rain Punches All Day, But I'll Still Weather Your Best-Hits...
Just Discard Your Talking, Mezzo So Smart It's Shocking, Grasping The Shaft As I Beging To Cocking...
Bruised From The Knocking, I'm Beating The Shit Out Of This Young One Like Me And His Anus Started-Boxing...
Entering This Battle Is A Tale Of Forseen, And What You'll Find Is Unseen When I Staple Your Eye-Lids...
When It Comes To This Battle I Damage Kids, And Your Rhymes Are As Useless Like Sun-Glasses For Blind-Kids...
I Start To Lace The Vibes Like Misplacing A Crime, I'll Put Your Wrist To Your Head So You Left Facing-The-Time...
Macing Your Mind, When Your Hitting The Viles Of Crack Would Be The Only Instant Your Punching-A-Line...