Rules are 8 bar spits Ah'ight

ight ga ahead u start it

ah'ight son...

C'mon son you gayer than elton John/
u suck so much dick your mouth's called sperm pond/
I heard you were a former teletubie/
Word is you and tinkie winkie were butt buddies/
I'm a lyrical optomitrist, u go thruogh more shit than a protologist/
Excepting this battle was your first blunder/
My your mom talked after I got her phone number/
Me and her both agreed your daddy should have worn a rubber

top that son murkin u i nothing

Yo triple N fuck you dood man all these people goin vote and im tellin u one thing you bout to be boo'd it funny the things u say but damn man that shit just make u look so fuckin gay i heard u is one mutha fucka thats sick i heard u go out at night and actually look for dick then the dood got u on his sack and balls then the next night u dumbass makes a house call being like can i fill my mouth wit ya sac and cock trust motha fucka i got this battle on lock man all the gay guys talkin about u bein the new rave but damn man they sayin u so gay u bout to marry dave?????????

That was really sad but I like your confidence.........lmao

told u im new at this ill get better don worry bout that