I'll slash-ur-knees, mutilate ur back-n-spleen, to leave u lookin' like sum1 managed to hack-ur-genes
Ur rhymes couldn't shine, even if u waxed-them-clean, u couldn't hit if i gave u a bat and let u whack-extreme
Call me raps cairopracter, when i make ur back-look-lean, crossdressing earned u the right 2 where a sash-4-queen
U couldn't be ill, even if u had aids then bashed-ur-meat, if u rapped visuals ur rhymes wud luk like plaque attacking-teeth
I'll silence ur words, like sum1 cracked-ur-speech, so even competing with helen keller wud be a master-feat
Ur verse is so wack, that it's requested-slaps, the only way u'd ever @#%$ me up is if u molested-rap
U couldn't bring illness, if ur rhyme had infected-rats, lets see how u hold a mic with ur arms-twisted-back
You'll never score, too many concepts in my words, i surround ya stereo types,you mono spitten ya cursed verse
Rap is like a race, I cruise by while I meditate, you gassed yourself up and you still can't accelerate
u an ILLITERATE BASTARD, your style aint even mastered, my @#%$ be spirtually blessed so you could say im pastured
Beating Xtra 2restrial is harder than climbing MT Everest, I'll Pop all pimples on ya head and make u drink the puss as a beverage
I verbalize paranormally while BJ holds battles in anticipation, gazing skyward as i descend from the clouds, buring spirit like acidic precipitation
I’ll break ur hands, causing ur writtens to seem kinda weak, and steal ur tonsils so u can easily swallow this defeat
Then circumvent ur weak tactics, keeping u dazed like hypnosis, then watch u crumble like cookies and divide like mitosis
Cursive-assertiveness, my verses-are-merciless, and my rhymes are tighter than a virgins-perked-cervix-is
This battle is wrong, like snow falling in a hundred degrees, cause this guy's win record is shorter than a midget down on his knees

ol skool yall Evan we da mastas

In reply to LyricalMasta? of Disasta:

So now you need someone else to write for you,
some guy named jon,
I bet he's white too,
Your new to this shit,
I can see,
Just look at my backup,
they all agree,
You think your all that,
While i think your shit,
Your so immature,
your still suckin on your mommas tit,
Yo, kid, stop playing this game,
cause your just gunna go down,
in one giant flame,
no-ones gunna care,
they're just gunna laugh,
because as you can see,
all my ryhmes are built with craft,
I take time, and entinty,
to finish these ryhmes,
and i've beat young jocks like you,
hundreds of times