this is not directed 2 n e body here

I considered 'takin it easy' on you but we just dont relate/
U wouldnt know what 'hole' to stick it in even if Tiger Woods was ur mate/
You rap like a 'NEWBIE' sinkin in too 'deep, theres no point in tryin to particapate/
Not Even Wisdom Beyond Inner Earth can save you, time's up it's too late/
This will be a fatality like out of Mortal Combat/
you rap like a blind mouse, runnin straight to a 'mouse trap'/
If you had Mohammed~Ali or even Bruce~Lee on ur side id still-be-the-victor/
Cause ona scale from 1-10 I 'shock' earthquakers so bad they wont allow me-on-the-rictor/
You're speechless it's like being interigated by the 'F.B.I'/
Dangerous Ill Emcee(thats me) recognize how I created the term 'die'/
Ive squashed cochroaches smaller than you but had bigger respect for them/
But like eminem I tend to dislike gays(you) and leave them condemed/
Up in ur high horse u carry a torch wit u so u can say your 'presence' lights-up-the-room/
But we all know when it comes wednesday you change your name to 'trina' and switch~costumes/
Its disgraceful how u go 'down' quicker then the titanic without hittin an Ice Burg/
Even if you had a microphone strapped to your head you still couldnt be "heard"/
Now its time 2 see wether your lyrics will work/
There as reliable as gettin a story out of~a stutter victim, they 'Ju Ju Ju Jerk'/
My ideas are looming, you should 'hit' the net for some inspiration/
When asked if u've eva had sex you reply "Yes, only by masterbation"/
You couldnt spit out anything sensible even if you were chewin a dictionary/
Some advise, either check the net for "how to rap" or find the nearest library/
Tryin to protect yourself from my 'shots' wont work even while wearing a vest/
My rhymes bring around, a great amount of stress
After Reading my first battle I thought that would leave you dysfunctionally mental/
Mine will amaze you so much, you'll tape the screen, give it 2 your friends, and call it a rental/
Its a castastrophy comin up against me ill sweep u up, like a cyclone/
im finished with this punk, your pathetic, so take your rhymes back 2 tha trailor home/