Fly: I am the greatest MC and everyone wants to be me...
Scrye: Hey do you want to battle a noob?
Fly: Sure I could use another win on my record!
Scrye: To bad, here comes another loss...

*Pics up the Mic and stares at Fly*

Murkin this kid is a task, your stickin up the fourm with that spit, like you passing gas/
I'm spitting while your slurppin, gay mother fucker deep throaten a glass of burbin/
Those cheap rhymes can't compete, back up and delete, just accept defeat/
Cuttin you with razor edges, your rhymes fall off they the thrown off ledges/
Hes soft like a pillow, you can try to get to get off of the corner but you-still-a-ho/
This cat spitten melody's, call the "Merk Squad" this kid just committed a felony/
Bitch trying to pick on a noob, I got more skill then you got, learn to get a clue/
Reverse his style up, man you still suck, like a "wet" 4 leaf clover, your "runnin" outta luck/
You think your rhymes are of mortal best, but mine are Immortal, this battle only a test/
Snoop Dog dickrider, your trying to low ride, but I fly over with high risers/
Shatter your "throat" with with "deep" flow, like Pam, you know you gonna "choke"/
That's all I need, now get down on your knees and plead, you can't keep up at my speed/

*Drops the Mic and walk over to Fly, "Murked"!*