I wanna battle to prove my dominance.

Let me know if you up for a battler, or are you chicken....?

16 bar, 32 bar, I'm ready...

Bring it on, first round, 16bars second 32bars last and final free style.

Alright Carzola, lemmie murder you real quicj, no chickening out now...

I pick up a pen and murder a beat with ease
You pussy rapping please wear your heart on your sleeve
I’ll gnaw on they teeth til they have a cardiac disease
I was born mentally strange, love it or hate it.
You’ll still find me in your bed naked.
Masturbating to your high school pictures.
I go to the retirement home and nut on dentures.
I guess my life is one crazy adventure.
and if a nigga Try and walk through my door
and ‘get your dougie on my floor'
It’ll be a living horrorcore, with immense blood and gore.
Leaving you dead and bleeped like necrophiliac porn.
With every word, I’ll leave you torn leave you feeling scorn
Make a mother fucker wish he was never born.
I’ll knock out your father and Bleep your mother
Get her little daughter butt bleeped by her older brother.

boom.......

Lol

The name is DeadMic bro, bars so dope PG is rated XX//
getting full of mah self spitting bars in excess//
so-sick in the game my blood type tested SS//
Your bars blurry i need to get a clearer picture i gotta zoom-in//
this so-called rapper tryna beat me i'll be consuming//
next time you got a problem with me get a lawyer and sue me//
cos you gon need your pa and your whole clan to do me//
Spitting rhymes all day killed it everywhere even alaska//
racing these so-called emcees to the top like it's rap-NASCAR//
your momma feeling my bars you can ask her//
jesus saves i spend and that's the anthem//
so grateful i thank god for mah lost battles amen//
made a deal with the devil,fresh bars from the pit of hell//
jesus know nothing about it so nobody should tell//
so write this mr. Dopest...the routine is i punch you yell//
knock you out so fast the last sound you gon hear is the bell//