Checkin' in.. come on dog, ya betta show..
My delicious verse:

Cheah..

How this dude gonna accept my challenge with no balls
Ya don't think before you type, that's ya flaw
This dudes now a martyr, dying for the wack's cause

I do these battles here, to increase-my joy
This dude couldn't get crunk, even if he was an East-Side boy (ouch)

You fucking with me?, ok, with deah you flirt
I'll engrave 49 bars like San Fran into ya shirt (oooh)

451, get's loud and proud, screamin "I'M ILL AND IN THA PLACE!"
Truth: He couldn't comprehend a good rhyme if it smacked him in the face (dayum)

It's Formula, concocting another deadly rhyme plan
I'll quit dropping, I want you to have friends
Here... Use My lines man! (Shiit)

Yeup.