One of my most recent spits. Sounds a bit like a battle verse

I spit four rhymes a second a force to be reckoned with//
Course your gonna need a little sauce for steppin with//
The force guides the course to the words I beckon with//
And um trekkin with ma tounge to tantalise enemies//
Lets face it your gonna want the pain instead of me//
Like all the filthy hoez want the fame instead of me//
So umma stand here waiting with my chainsaw readily//
And cut you till your kids will be deranged hereditry//
You got a death wish bitch? you gonna drift away//
When I smoke your ass quick like the first spliff of the day//
I'll catch you quicker than a sik riff I play//
Theres no running or hiding from my gift to slay//
My tempers red hot so don't try to steer it//
Or I'll leave your body so not even flies go near it//
As they rise, drown out the cries of your demise you hear it//
The fire of my presence simply fries your spirit.

What ya think???

edit: typo

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~Wrekless

You know the rappers these days that snap then breeze ways//
In the opposite direction of the gat that he says//
He'll cap, if you aint on in don't say you are//
before someone engraves a scar on your inflated arse//

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