Originally Posted by 9th Degree

Honestly, you're nothing special, and I ain't one to bluff
I'd chew you up and spit you out, but you ain't even up to snuff
He wont reign, I'm stormin' upon his horizon of thoughts
And take this cats 9 lives without needing some time to paws
What's the cause? Well you got cocky and thought you had Degree
Plan was all mapped out, so I'll compiss on your strategy
I'm savage, g, I almost gay bashed and had your faggot ass kicked
But you never came out the closet...you just stayed in there to jacket
How'd you ever get to the championship? I mean the fact is
I grazed through like half your battles and couldn't get pasture wackness
You can't hack it, skill level is way below perfection
So I'm bout to axe you, and I'm not a black kid with a question
Suggested a battle before but you said "No P, later"
I expected the duck, even your alias is the e-vader
Plus your main account suggests biting, so now I'm actin' bitter
I'm so flat out tired of you I'm about to Jack The Ripper
Had enough, friend? That's how it might look
But you revved my engine, so InturnI'll comebustchins with a right hook
This battle's a waste of my time, so instead of crackin' your clock
I killed you online, now have the admins put Jack in a box

Originally Posted by Jack The Ripper

Wanted this postponed?, the kid's shook, doubt ya show soon
Cuz when I say that you Jet-Son... I aint calling you cartoons
Listen for the truth, faggot, and just watch how I expose you
Cuz if ya GW, it's no wonder your verses always get a "boooh!"
Kids was 'all-aboard' when ya made the 'ship', i'll smack your lip
Rocking the boat, I hit "9-D" and... sunk his whole 'battle-'ship
Feel that bitch? you know you could never come with some wit
But peeps say your verses are 'stable'... hay... n' utter bullshit
Little faggot, I don't even think a migit could come up shorter
I'm droppin this 9... like the gunshop just canceled the order
You’re my apprentice kid, will he win KORV 2? Ha!!! Hell nope!
When this bitch 'un-leashes' her rhymes, we never collar dope
Hurting you lyrically, this is a blow-out, fuck down to the wire
I got Degree kept in torchair(torcher) like I lit his seat on fire
Play boardgames with his brain, leave him 'scrabled' and shook
Then cut his body into chess/chest pieces to show he's a 'rook'
Firing shots off at your crew yo, got bitches hiding in the trench
Fuck ghost writers, man, i'll kill 9... and Degree will be the tenth
9 is obedient to his master, and he's learned well under my wing
So this clown'll make a grandg-gesture(jester) when I'm the king