This is just a quick flow. Probably one of my weaker pieces, but anyways....

The one thing any other faggot rapper lacks
Is everything, now you know exactly what I'm laughing at
For God's sake, If I don't see a decent battle track
I'm grabbing a battle ax and taking heads, can you handle that?
You've managed to damage rap, but my record, you'll never damage that
I'm ill and your not, don't you see my advantage black?
I flatten cats, using the burning rage inside me
Surpassing the other rappers, leaving the human race behind me
Sure they can rhyme against me, can't keep up with my pace and timing
Lyrics are my greatest techniques, my favorite way of fighting
The arsenal, an arson'll take jars of coal, and leave em flaming in somebody's apartment walls
Setting fires to cars and malls, smashing apart your jaw
And left stuck with barking dogs that get a hold of your heart and gnaw
You need some new parts installed, the ones you lost in our heartless brawl
I'm pulling your card and all, and pulling until your arm is off
All set in the game, hip hops my paved road
So I'm beating the fuck out of you, smash your head against your gravestone
Find your way home, keep off my dick and quickly get a clue
You can spit 1000 bars, the whole time no ones hearing you
So if we need a rhyme or two to help to make the battle start
I'll grab your hearts with words strong enough to blow a man apart
That whack rapping's got me laughing at what that tracks lacking
c0zmick's an assassin, you're just some ass sassin'
23 bars, but I see these mothafuckas ain't convinced yet
So I'll battle your whole crew, catch a beating from this sick vet
Chin-checks, these kids will know who they're messing with
When I grab a bar right out of your verse and bash your head with it