Aight.........

This battle for you is an atrosity,to bet me you have to use philosaphy,
Cause i bake at 2000 degrees, leave you at cold with no reason,
battle you for fun an leaving you freezing, barly breathing,
you B spluttering like an asmatic, you'll have to beat me with an automatic,
cause i'm coming at you like a manic depressent, but not with a knife but,
with a rhyme, you'll curl up an die cause it's your time,
You can't make me change, But i'll make you wish you where never born,
cause i was sorn like the terminater, to terminate, an elminate,
it's your time, we'll just call it fate you'll have to concentrate,
Before you can minipulate!!!!