It’s the final LAP but ‘MailWANK’ is still on ‘shuffle’ like an ‘iPod’, just running on empty battery
'Achilles' (I-kill-his) clan's ankles till they dangle, so im not the one getting ‘de-feeted’ verbally
This ‘MALC’ loves to receive SPAM (sperm) MAIL up the arse via ‘SPECIAL DELIVERY’
Got you taken aback at this scathing attack, you gasp at the collapse of your raps in my grasp
Sit your ass down and BUCKLE up cuzz only time u STRAPPED is to the car seat when u relapse
I hate to be insensitive with the way im killing your self esteem cuzz suicide is what ma rhyme’s preach
When you ‘kick the bucket’, they gon’ blame it all on me for abusing my rights-n- freedom of speech
Stab this ‘bulls eye’ with a ‘dart’, rip out his ‘heart’ and tear his ‘chamber’ apart like he got ambushed
Then watch me throw some shoes at this fag like the Iraqi journalist did to George .W. Bush
Inject u with ‘DISS’-TRESS while I ‘rest n erect’ on your MISTRESS to inspect her potential sex prospect
So I flick quick quips at d chick’s clit, now she calls me a distinguished ‘cunnilinguist’ with due respect
Chamotex will have you decked; this is a mismatch like putting an ANOREXIC in a ‘pie-eating-contest’
I’ll imbibe and ride every bride in your tribe, but I don’t wana ‘borrow-your-bride’, just wana ‘swallow-your-pride’
Imma throw you off a ‘plane’ with your hands and feet tied, bitch go ahead . . . . . ‘sky dive’!
Im deleting this junk with immediate effect, he couldn’t beat me even if I typed my verse in reverse
U’ve got no chance even tho u f'uck ass and suck so much cock that your dickriders will vote in advance
Sry for the late post. my internet failed so i couldn't email my verse to Mukina . . nufin don' change. . let me just drop em here.
i be that beast swingin beautiful punchlines to smack this bitch nd dis-arm his wrist/
u still wouldn't drop a 'dope shit' even if you swallow 10 (w)raps of cannibis/
r ma detach your spines nd leave u 'cordless' like a mic accessory/ just for testin me/
best believe/ in this final tour i leave your eyez sore/ my lines spells defeat/
since past ages/ malc been dropin 'nuclear' verses causin Chamotex 'extended' damages/
plus, i make this fool bleed faster than women havin miscarriages/
lyrically, ma' mic 'technique is immortal'/ so i stay lethal-to-these-mortals/
Chamotex just had his death note 'signed up' like newsletters-on-free-portals/
fcuk porn! kid, these 'pure' barz are adult rated while your whole style comes adulterated . ./
i ain't got hatred/ but u's the end result after a maggot nd a faggot mated/
my dome be a millitary zone, u better "Keep off dude"/ niccur u've reached ya doom/
this nicompoo/ still a misfit even if he exercises his brains wit 'em sit ups too/
i mail macs wit roundz of missles-dispatched/ aimed at this crippled-biatch/
your wacks sounds to me are like allergies so r ma react by sprayin the lyricides til this weevil is down/
i'm immune to defeat/ breaking your resistance wit ease nd maintaining a winning streak/
only thing u gettin out'ta this duel is cheap publicity/ otherwise u must be kidding me !/
Wat was the final judgement for this battle?

All i could remember was a lil' argument between Ibime and Sauron on d rhymes structure or sumfin like dat!