Mimesis got hate on kids like Deranged cause he takin the title *
Sloppy recital's slashed to the vitals, yet he still raps up to this idol
Says he only writes off the dome, tries to blaze but he lost his chrome
Dawg lost his home, cuz his bitch ain't happy sittin on softer bone
These hits are sickenin' like I got your brain on terminal restrictions
You talkin, "Mim's clappin and winnin" is just you yappin in fiction
Use your talents, act the fool, posting jokes while im toasting posts
I roast your throat, when words burn, but the voters will soak your hopes
Metaphors reign supreme in ya rhymes, but you got sad wordplay
So lets get grammatical, I'm killin this noun properly with my verb-play
He can't rap, but his mouth will flap when i jackhammer this pancake
How much can this man take? no votes, fuck roast... it's a Austin bake **
You ain't never been a threat, you been a step, for those climbing
Your flows binding you near the bottom, just above frontline rhyming
Can't believe you made it to this battle, still dispatched with quickness
I laugh when dickless misfits think they ill, but cant match my sickness

* Deranged Vs. Mimesis (4 - 2)
** his name is Austin

.::BattleZ::.