LC, the way I'll twist your words is like I'm mocking-contortion//
Too bad for Big Pun, guess he wasn't the only walking-abortion//
Cocking-this-portion of my ammunition, till it's too hot-and-it's-scorching//
My punches coming in a shocking-proportion, to leave yer every nerve-in-pain//
LC 'lost in thought'? Only if I blast at ya, leaving yer vision 'blurred-wit-brains'//
Yer flow's as smooth as an ocean in a hurricane, enough of the warmup, time to terminate//
Bout to 'break this kid's spirit' like an 'exorcism'//
LC better bring a stretcher-wit-him, he got a better chance to see me with the use of festered-prisms//
Just cuz you can't compete and fight back don't make you a pacifist//
I don't think you grasp the drasticness of this rap-shit-biz//
Cuz I couldn't feel your verse if it hit me attached to a stack-of-bricks//
The fact-is-this, you're too weak partner, I'm too hazardous//
I pack-more-'clips', than the Neptunes//
LC getting straight shitted on, mix me up in the restrooms//
I'll try to keep this battle, ground zero, don't want ya lingering-dumb//
LC couldn't hand me an 'L' like he was missing his 'index finger-n'-thumb'//
The confidence in his demeanor-is-none, that's fa sho dunny//
I feel like a fucking 'skitzo', speaking to this 'nobody'//
Shit, your more ridiculous than an annorexic St. Nicholas//
I spit meticulous to tie knots in yer neck like licoreche//
Amir or Rima? It don't matter, you'll still have to live-wit-defeat//
Talk shit, you'll catch more bullets than Ace Ventura did-wit-his-teeth//
Moved on to you from the next-person. wit punches and techs-bursting//
Your game's old and ancient. LC better start to mean an excursion//
I'm gonna attack like the worst animal wit a thirst to hurt-mandibles//
Someone disperse-Aderol, while I watch LC eat himself away like a reverse-cannibal//
Now I'll burst-gradual, get burnt, my fucking word's flammable//
My punchlines is automatic, I never bothered to learn-manual//
If you're losing hope, than why the fuck didn't you say-so-jerk?//
I'll leave you black and blue like fucking negro-smurfs//
Think this battle will be close, naw your skill level is much lesser-than-that//
Cuz I done 'split your fucking wig' like a 'hair dresser-on-crack'//

Battle Verse Against Lyrical Corruption = LC