seeing as your was posted before i even knew where the battle was i think i was pretty quick

You need to elevate like a claustrophobe-in-a-lift/ I’m a breast of the time but you got a phobia-of-tits
You think you’re a hot head so I’ll put flames-to-your-wig/ I’ll make you famous put your name-in-my-sig
My rhymes are rich and I soak-up-the-poor, you choak-on-my-lure when I start to burn you’re Up In Smoke-like-the-tour
Don’t need my crew I’ll beat-you-alone I feel complete-when-you-moan/ I would feed from your rhymes but theirs no meat-on-the-bone
On my street-all-alone read your fate-in-my-paper/ It’s the day-to-disgrace-ya, infect ya body like in “28-Days-Later”
Who’s lines-the-best? Who’s rhymes-suppressed? This final-test will fuck ya vertebrae, give you spinal-sex
You’re under-par, to beat me is one in a million just like when thunder-sparks/ that cut on your girl’s clit is coz my tongues-so-sharp