I'm the best thing since sliced bread, listene to everything I've said/
Leave you with a diced head, say, you look nice dead/

Leave his goofy white face with blood painted red/
One shot from my lyrical Batarang has this fake villian gasping for breath/

After this cat gets stomped on he cries long/
cuz I handed him a loss that stuck in him like a tampon/

Its sad that "a joke" was my first challanger/
For real this cats days are more numbered than a wall calander/

A speedy MC, I run past faster than light/
My emmaculate mic will have you rappin wit christ/

I wipe out his mental state as he struggles with pencil mistakes/
Uh oh his lead broke,, now he's getting erased/

Like Stiffler but on purpose, he chugs beer and cum down/
Cept he can hold his jizz like a man, faukers been around/

You have to be the weakest MC on the whole damn forum/
I'll just take ya flow and rip it, from sheer boredom

I don't need to continue as far as this win is concerned/
It's fair to stop after you recieve your third-degree burns/

But I'll give you one parting shot, tho it may be mean/
How can you be a real MC if the tightes part of ya style is ya jeans?/