when I unleash the beast in my lyrics there's no Damage-Control, I'm a Savage-With-Blows!/{1}
when thrown they'll Ravage-Ur-Soul! u couldn't 'spit on point' if I Stabbed-Thru- Ur-Throat!/{2}
1st blah, 2nd not to blah

the wrath of my Tongue's-Fury, will leave u 'without the decision'..somethin like a Hung-Jury!/{3}
ur rhyme's speech is like a whore gobblin cuz u 'Cum-Slurry'! yo Dun'-Worry..I'll be swift when I Crumble-Ur-Words!/{4}
blah but 2nd hit kinda

I 'hold this shit' down while ur 'Fumblin-Turds'! I Trip, Kick, and Stumble-Up- Herbs!/{5}
my lyrics make 'people stop' and humbles Those-Actin-Out-Quick-Verbs! I make 'jaws drop' like Reactions-To-Bit-Curbs!/{6}
1st blah, 2nd made NO sense

ur spits?..I'm 'barely feelin it' like Crack-When-Split-Thirds! I Stay-True-To-Form while ur Gay-Crew-Gets-Torn!/{7}
u've Slayed-Fewer-Than-More! ur raps are garbage! whad u Engrave-Sewers-For- War?/{8}lol
1st blah and 2nd was not a lol

this kid's a joke wantin to Beef-With-The-Best I'll leave ur lungs to Leak-Out-Ur- Chest!/{9}
kid u couldn't 'Reach' me like molar Teeth-With-Some-Crest, keep 'talkin pussy!' and soon u'll be Queefin-Ur-Breath!/{10}lol
1st blah, 2nd descent

NEXT

im comin hard, and thats wit an exclamation//
when u say u blowin tha spot, i didnt think u was dick suckin a dalmation//
You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys//
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz//
I'm sick of this, here's my final dis//
Fuck you dumb ass you ain't shit like this//
Only quotes

Overall, Saint Came Better, Its Obvious, But skiddlez you had some descent lines to be as new as you are, and im 'assuming' you are with your bar structure and other stuff thats noticable of a newbie, but u got potential, maybe next time. But Vote Saint