I don't need a check-in... here's my rhyme.

The Assassin's amassin' weak words in a row,
I'm surpassin' his sassin' when I start to flow.
Fool thinks he can duel? Man, I hope that he's joking.
I'll rule over him, and leave the fool choking.
Fifteen minutes -- no depth -- I don't need more than surfaces
To crucify him, because he's at cross purposes --
His lines are all ruptured, his speech only stutters --
He stammers and pauses, he coughs and he mutters.
And meanwhile I'm flowing smoothly right here.
I'll stop him and win my first battle, no fear.