Im flowing sweet from my soul

i make it hot lyk tokyo

i cud take it all

my rap enlarges lyk a mic show

battle me and u be shitting bricks

my rap never outdated when it drop it sticks

i’ll smash you up against the bricks, fuck leaving me scarred/ 
I see ya b4 documentaries about retards/
plus your styles sloppy, lines are choppy, I’m ripping this/
last time you had your shit in check, he got diagnosed with syphilis/
my punches scar like tattoos, but I don’t need them to ruin ya/
I could save my jabs for men n’ still give this henna transfer to juniors/
honestly you lack bitch, your title don’t mean shit in practice/
if we chart the way the land lies, you’re just on topographs of wackness/
i smack up fools and look for dope heads who can test my shit/
n’ i’ve got ya earmarked, your eyes black and your nose off to the left a bit/
plus you dress like a fag, and celebrate when nailing men/
guys see ya bask in victory, n’ the less special corsets when/ you fail again/
i’ll leave you flat, like we in football and u 4got ur cup/
bitch I would only stupefy…thought you were actually worth helping up/

omg, this battle is sad

Frenzy

structure - 2

vocab - 2

punches - 1

personal - 1

multies - 1

Rec

 structure - 3

vocab - 3

punches - 3

personal - 2

multies - 3

do the math urself  

Noone can tell that this is just Young Stacks again???

Young, you can’t even keep the same name for a week, you’re a coward and an internet junkie who doen’t understand anything about hip-hop.  And still you refuse to learn any better.