Opener
Let me give you a battle introduction u fuckin' bring more suction then yokozuna on an alien abduction//(woah)

Beginning to merk
I'm construction your winning circle like tool man tim taylor//
Your grinning while your verbals turn slim like a grim puking sailor//
I tailor fitted my rhyme and I still broke through it//
I got skills to choke this bitch like bundy would do it//
I threw this kid like a discus in the olympics//
I wouldn't shake your hand if you were black or a christian//

Some multi's
im dissing your talent but u do it good enough yourself your stale like food chilling a cabinet for months on the shelf my spit dealt poison that was bad for your health//
This vistory is certain I don't have to stretch the votes//
This play boy approached trying to expand his horizons but only stretched his hopes//
Your text will slope if you keep spitting with exhausted humor you need to rest your jokes//
While spitting jewels I'm Known to knock out more Mics (Mikes) than Lennox Lewis//
And let the viewers treat mercurio like ghost's in time frames and finish BOOOOING//(lol)

Finishing the merk
Each written that you produce is nothing but weak spitting//
Cuz I can free a battle verse even with keyz missing//
I'm that gifted your thinking with battered nerves like someone abused your mentals//
Cause mercurio couldn't drop heavy lines inscripting in sumo temples//
Final multi
Equipped with pencils ready to craft your death wish I'm surpassed a vet's script my test grip will leave your flesh ripped//

And with that, my losing streak ends