Battle for 2/5/2014

Theres a new guy comin,

always gunning, always stunting.

Sorry but when i rap i end your funding.

All thruth, no punning, brains big/and cunning,

Your the gazelle/i'm the lion lunging,

bones break cause im crunching,

slit your throat just like a serial killer,

nobody likes your rap/rather listen to Mike Jackson's Thriller,

let me turn the flow/ slap your dome like Curly to Moe.

Thinkin that your good/in reality no,

and you can't pass go/i'll be there to take your dough,

so you still think you can be a worthy foe,

though we all know,

your career will be melting,

like the last of spring snow.

When I kill ya/you'll be under the floor, like it came

straight from Poe,

Nevermore will you win/now your filled with woe,

cut you off before you began, like a gangrened toe.