Im so ill if I cough I will make you sick/
Beating me is hard like trying to drop a constipated shit/
Im obligated to rockin stages this isnt even the hottest it gets/
Watchin Fake Kids chomp familiar phrases is the reason im droppin this/
The truth is, im about to get ruthless/
in the last verse, all you said to me was that you are useless/
Watch me abuse this mic with enough skill
so that you feel like an army going to war, only troopless/
My words are twice the worth of yours/
Spitten backwords or written out of order I would still get the votes for sure/
When I look at your verse, I see the words, but no talent/
Come on dog, you signed yourself into this battle, I was expectin a challenge/
I wanted you to spit first just to see if you would show/
Dont worry, I wont use your lyrics against you cause then my verse would be broke/
Let the judges do their buisness and just judge/
With all your gay references it seems you only like to push fudge/
This battle was already won before it was even created/
Im the winner dawg, it doesnt have to be restated/

Closed... You Hoes Don't Know How To Set Up A Poll
-Axe