LET ME GET EM REAL QUICK THIS CLOWN DONT WANT IT
HOL UP YO YO LISTEN

I'm known as the mc killer; u wouldn't have a shot staying on Pace with me being Reggie Miller//
Each line will kill ya; as my rhymes r like 'un-stuffed turkey' the way you aren't getting any filler//
Ur bout as real as cartoons so wise up n don't battle a guy that's known to rhyme tough//
Cause I'll have u walk in 'rooms with ceiling clocks' just to prove that ur 'times up'//lol
Let the fighting erupt; kid must be 'delivering testicles', cause he's 'driving' me 'nuts'//
I'll 'carve out your insides' just to prove that when battling me ur 'deprived of guts'//
You can't survive the cuts; this battles like 'illiterate' 'jail mates'; there's no 'con-test'//
Your scripts read like they were revived from the recycling bin; they aren't fresh//
I'm the best; and you beating me is like paraplegics claiming to need an arms rest//
I'm handing u this L; listen; in votes u'll be down like being in the giving head position//
I'll 'beat you with a stick' and I don't mean 'racing' you with 'manual transmission'// lol woooo
My advice is to shut the fuck up and leave this battle humbled by my presence//
There's trouble in my essence; disagree and watch u get tumbled by my cannons!!!!!!!!!
I’ll pull your card, smash your face when my punches split right through ur guard//
Leaving this rook-scarred…kid is staring at rocks, thinking that he looks hard//
I cook lard just to heat up the beef…I’ll beat up this geek before he’s ready to run//
My style is like being a ‘runner up in Christian relays’…’second to nun (none)’//
I’m like obese people, cause when it comes to weight(guns)…I carry a ton//
Kid thought u had this win? well I’ll 'cut your arm off' to prove ur 'out on a limb'//
Deliver a thunderous swing; similar to swishes your styles ‘all net’; under the rim//

TRY TO SPIT B4 @$ HOURS THAT VERSE DIDNT TAKE LONG AT ALL