E=Mc sq, your spits are enclosed,whiel mine remain bare/
Tread on soft ground, you need to be-aware/
This is my site, you see perfection at it's height/
Einstein had way better shit then you/
If this was a hospital I Would be the SARS Flue/(yes it's a version of the flu)
Your in way to deep, you dug your hole to steep/
Don't worry the Sandman's here to put you to sleep/
Your dreaming and I'm in the center of it/
With a greena nd red sweater on, slash you to bits/
Not even Jason can help, your a dog, with screams like yelps/
Your in a pool of your blood, smash your face down, THUD!/
When it comes to horses it's easy, your lame and I'm the stud/
Contemplate your next move, comlicate your already bad mood/
Your crying out to God but not even he can help you now/
You may think your rhymes are satin, but mine are pure silk/
This is over now, I won, my blood may drip, but yours was spilt/

Just something, trying antoher kind of style, just seeing what one suits me best. To see antoher style of mine go to my batlte with MOB.