Aight look...

Can someone tell this Eisnstein that this is a battle and not a college thesis/
Kids got some vocab but my the simplicity of my razor toungue will cut him to pieces/
Sending multiple pm's a day to King Chrit I believe this kid is stalkin/
Well, I'm here now bitch now everyon watch as he gets his ass handed to him/
Tryin ryhmes with complexity, you know that dont mean shit to me/
If the winner takes the cake, I'm the one who guards the recipe/
Why flex to me??? Fuck around and visit the cemetary cause your style is dying/
Your lyrics are expired, your verse revoked, and there's no reapplying/
Fuck the Elements... this kid is as dense as a ball of lead/
Thought he could drive to Germany... what the hell's wrong in his head/
This kid's name fits cause the gods have a vendetta against him/
Why else would he be destined to become another King Chrit victim?/
In this game you had a work visa but that shit is now cancelled/
Fucked with the wrong crew, bout to deport you and leave your crew dismantled/
Remember kid this aint a game and it just doesnt come easily/
So I'll excuse your wackness and report this lyrical emergency/
One last thought, the word merked doesnt belong in anywhere near this kids shit/
Strike that you can have it stay if it reads, I've just been merked by Chrit/

edited for spelling and something left out