this was a battle rap I wrote awhile back, hope ya'll feelin it

Yo Shorty, only kid I know is nasty is you/
you worried about White, how bout I beat you black and blue?/
get you sick like the flu, when I spray lyrical diarhea/
I'm shittin on ya'll fools like Ludacris on Bia Bia/
Whoever said anything about love?/
Any love I get from you Im gon be needin a glove/
Gon catch a big fly, climbin walls like Torii Hunter/
then I run it back and kick you off like Im the punter/
you flappin like a loose cunt-er, maybe a flag/
a rainbow one that says 'Hey, I'm Calling all Fags'/
'cause you a dirt mc, rappin bout how you the power/
Dunk your head in my toilet, spray you down with a golden shower/
Too many weak mc's try to outlast and capture/
Skeetin' on your face like you're givin me oral rapture/
It was a pleasure to disgrace ya face in my murderous landscape/
call the coroner, before I bring mourners, closed casket funerals stoppin haters with haste/
I can taste disgrace floating in the place, Kizza set the pace wit bold flavors ta be embraced/

looking for some feedback.

Your flow is hot you were very discriptive with your lyrics i was feeling it alot.