using multi sylable metaphors, to create ill punches with not one flaw,
abuse you, till you ask for no more, soon 1-0 my predicted battle score,

i wanna hear no gangsta talk, of you, cos u'd be livin a 'mascerade' like 'wyclef'*,
the only way yous gettin 'shot' is by a news crew, after this verball death,

i spit 'lewd' texts, that no only disrespect in a form thats so complex,
they lead to cardiac arrest so bad splits open the chest, i rhyme to attack and protect,

i got shit so hot, it cause global warmin, and a meltdown all your 'pride',
rippin cats up like 'lions'*, 'lewd'icrissly spit bullets, cause your mom to cry,

congradulations, you've reached it to the 9th line, so far your still alive.
this 'cat' got 9 'lives', away one goes with each line, erase you life wit a 10 line ryhme,




*wyclef, has a song called mascerade

*lions, they live in' pride's

aiight

good luck!!!