Eyo

Battling me, I'll put you head deep in a sleep
So at least that way, when you spit, you spit a wet dream
Chat 'bout nightmares, your whole horror is just an image
You could go throw stones at the ground, and still missed it
Weakling, you spit 1 more line your lung's will turn in juices
But the only thing your thick brain will spawn, is mucus