I don't know where the battle thread between me and you went but here it goes again.
10 bars min...20 max.
I will include my spit in this post.
Spit when you see this..

-I’ll lyrikally assassinate you with pyrokinesis...My thesis sent down from
Jesus tells me that you’re ready for deceaseness.
-Bout to siege ya name, Ya fame, Take your girl out tha game...I commit evil acts that’s
why my grandfather put me in unholy chains.(Jesus)
-Drool venom cause I’m an insane beast with tha skill to create a riot...You can’t reach
my status even with your assassination count high up.
-Your mind ain’t ill cause you spit weak, Your style needs critique...My venacular
versatile ability is unique to compete even with a fleet.
-My clique Math Pro is somewhat a tribe cause we stick together...Your lyrics are
pleather, Synthetic art, You should study cosmetic letters.
-Cause you’re a bitch, I have nothing else to say to you...Cept you come against me, You’ll get
bombarded with lyrikal grenades, Servin ya head on tha menu.