above rhyme count 16 bars

now i might be the reaper, but your futures looking grim.
i am the street sweeper, so take this hook on the chin,
they why you speak bleaker, this fake will be shook from my win,
now look what im in, another pointless battle,
i win time and time again, i lyrically anoint this tattle,
appoint that babble, last of the class, or more like the quom caste,
you better run fast, see, how im rearranging thee, and out staging b,
you claim to be a g, and hit me? physically? lol what through your pc?
an impossibility, you've not got thee agility, your rhyme lacks stability,
your lungs fucked from puffing too many trees, thats what happens when you come bluffing up to me,
your nothing, can't you see, i drain your energy, coz iv got the inner G,
the inner God, no gangsta, i am the one you give thanks ta,
the reaper you pray won't take you in your sleeper,
the deeper, as you lay don't say a peep,
you'd have to be brave, especially to rhyme,

this last verse is unlimited son you gonna be dead as jfk and marvin gaye/
december 17 is the day where when he was born you could hear his mom say/
i think we will name our girl Algernod Lanier Washington/ (plies)
mr whippy you a whipped ass bitch who is fucking with the wrong nigga, you rhyme as bad as will smith acted in hitch/
in this battle its pretty clear that i won, but ayo mr whippy i did have some fun/
i got to use you as a practice dummy cause you couldnt fight back/
im gonna go the whole distance and make this a diss track/
starting off by stating the obvious whippy you wack as a mothafucka who just shot up some crack/
you think im as G as rick ross nah son the only part that you got right is that im the boss/

from New Zealand to canada back to L.A. you can hear people say/
this battle is over and mark whippy is a bitch/
(2 times)

this is the second verse and its time for more/
i bet by the end of this verse youll be feeling very poor/
i can go on all night about how you are a fucking joke/
its still easy to beat you even after taking a toke/
ill keep this verse short because i dont wanna make you quit yet/
when i heard i got to battle you i thought thats not even a threat/

chorus x2

the 3rd verse is the last one im gonna hurt you with/
you being good is nothing but a myth/
my rhymes float like a butterfly and sting you like a bee/
your a fucking rapper son you dont deserve to be an emcee/
ill send you in a ring of inferno/
after this battle read my rhymes and learn yo/
ill give you a chance and not hit you with my best line/
when this is all said and done ill be the one to shine/
your first verse was shit, in your second you sounded like a bitch/
your third verse was the one that made you sound worse then a wicked witch/
after this is done you can go to heaven and ill go back to hell/
i won this battle as nas said "it aint hard to tell"

good battle

good battle

no worries you did win the 3rd verse
but seed won the 1st n 2nd