with a rhyme like that boy, i wouldnt call myself profficient/
i looked for talent and style...but even decent flow's missing/
your brain'll get so fcuked up against me...youll need a catscan/
only thing you got in common with rap is....you know a black man/
your rhymes are like a ghost town...the bars are all empty!/
if you worked at a 24hr chemist...you couldnt dipense me/
im like a swarm around this kid....he's screaming from this beaststing/ (bee sting)
you couldnt even "come close" if you wanked near me, while i was sleeping/
and fuck my age brat!! i guess thats nothing to do with you/
ive dropped in more clubs than youve ever seen studios/
i aint lookin for an easy win...just here for fun and practice/
but i guess i got you sunk like kids with drunken baptist's/
fuck anuvva hearse line...man your shits played like nation lottery/
and you got a 1 in 14 million chance of your lines ever dropping me//

nice battle bruv...