okay...last battle...and I'm done

verbally murder this cat, charged in the 10th Degree for my lyrical killin spree/
thinking of defeat, cause I'm in your head, raping your thoughts like my name was Freddy/
I dispurt shit thats dope, fiends sniff and snort my lyrical coke, so they can spit dope/
even if you were rapping with high hopes, you still couldn't cope/
merciless rhymes, verbally assaulting and vaulting wack emcees/
you rap on lower levels, while I rap on hire platforms like rentees/
you homosexual thug, a gay rapper, crossing over more than John Edwards/
my lyrical styles will collectively electrocute your frame, and leave you shell-shocked afterwards/
my blitz is intense, I bring pain even after your death/
you must be sprinting outta blows, the way you running outta breath/

aight...done...