aight listen...this fool steps.....damn jus let me generate n merk this chump

aight,this is a battle between the king of all "lyricists",and the queen of all "dramatists"//1//this chumps singin "choruses",while i'm throwin frontline "fists"//2//but its in his fukin name,he mus' be high to think he can battle and "win"//3//coz now you've been smoked,back to your computer glued "origin"//4//you can't win this battle,becoz there isn't a place for "third"//5//so go back to your usual day job,an inbread computer "nerd"//6//i can't believe i spit ten lines,coz i woulda merked ya in the first few "bars"//7//now your diseased jus like toronto,i'm a lyrical killer like "sars"//8//but all ends that ends well, i hope you elavate to at least a "draw"//9//but i killed you before your chance,and severed your lines with my verbal "saw"//10//

not ma best but hey................i dont give a fuk i was freestylin..........rite kid ya better spit in tha next ten R.I.P(ROT IN PIECES)BLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH