Yo look,

My verbal ammo will ‘e clips’ ya cos I’m wiping out this ‘shadow’ like I’m the sunset,
Like a dyslexic you confussed & beatin by my first words & I ain’t even warmed up yet/
You’re like a kamikaze pilot you go to battle & end up dead wiv my verbal shrapnel in ya head,
Ya need a ‘lyric-proof-vest’ to stop you from lying in a liquid that’s red soaking the sheets of ya death bed/
I’m just sparring, this ‘shadow boxing’ is too easy cos I punch hard but the ‘forshadower’ never hits back,
Feel the cold as ya record goes below zero, you tried, you froze comments on ya rhyme will mainly read ‘wack’/
Ya verses are so rough & incomprehensible - shit I thought I was reading Braille,
Blind men voting is ya only hope of winning this, I’m hittin ya like a wife beater hits a female/
I took this forshadower ‘bitch n slapped’ her on the the ‘front lines’ for the whole world wide web to see,
When ya peeps ask ya about this battle you tell them - ‘'I got ‘dom-N8’d’ & merked embarrassingly’’/