Not of drinking age, but still he wines* when crushed like grape,
This battle's statutory rape: cover ya rhyme pad in yellow tape,

Follow the blur of my cape: i'm Severin ya head clear from ya neck,
Invested time in this battle, now ya head bouncing like a blank check,

You spat first for the worse because only one gat truly burst,
Berry* this crying fag in oscars because this loss was rehearsed,

Almost like i should get the defeat 'cuz you are what you eat,
Simply put, ya verse got beat, what i secrete carries more meat,

You aren't black because you read Source and are the Dark Horse,
Bitch, your swings carry force but only on the fucking golf course,

Don't claim ya Tiger*, a cat, or even a fucking little kitten,
The best way for you to elevate is if ya rhymes stay unwritten,

Battle me!? I spit a tidal wave to slave and deprave this Brave
And i won't hesitate to send ya to a grave before you shave