10 line battle ... no crew votes or unexplained votes!!!

You're verbal CHEMist lacks CHEMotherapy//
no academic CHEMistry, you're skills require theropy//
I write my rhymes on PH paper my lines form CHEMicals//
you're ink produces alkali, you ain't got the testicals//
so why test my battle calls, fuck Raps lets get practical//
shooting at you're feet to see you dance in my cubical//
got a bazooka but use my uzi to battle newbies//
you simpily target practice, I'd still win SHOOTING movies//
My fort (thought) knox (knocks) you, you can't MOVE ME!!!//
while the WORLD feelin' my methaphores, you feelin' on my booty//

Hit mi bk!!!