i'll make it easier on everyone: Round 1:
Prozac:
Battle didn’t even start and that bitch calling me out/
And now the battle starts, so it’s time for me to take the trash out/
Without a doubt, I’m not the one being “X’d out”/
You’re simply a measly agent, while I’m the highest ranked sergeant/
Pretty sure it was you who tried to sell me coke, while it was really detergent/
After you get laid out with a flagrant, I’ll lay out your girl, and get her pregnant/
Agent X:
Everyone knows I'll expose your weak Proz (prose) ac-tually/
your ignorance factually. Debunk your hoax contractually/
I don't know any emcees that were ever sent for me/
That succeeded and defeated me. Your whole style will get depleated, see?/
So what makes you think I won't defeat you out the gate?/
After our battle you'll need Prozac for your depressed mindstate.
Round 2:
Prozac:
I’m debunking your bunker, and let my lyrics cut you up into pieces/
Sporadically add your name to my exclusive deceased list/
Who all came at me with below par attacks/
And then realized they can’t handle this realistic syntax/
You’re just an irrelevant adolescent peasant acting out of place/
My mind state far from depressed, strictly focused…. Time to embrace/
My presence in these present times, depleting your vocabulary/
And from what I heard, you’re choice of defeat is missionary (position)
Agent X:
battling you is degradation. i'll silence your weak reverberations/
i cause kinetic mutations through verbal synthetic mutilations/
the sensation of elation when you take a dose of Prozac's rhyme text/
is deflated and negated by the many side effects/
read the label before ingesting. can cause nausea and narcolepsy/
feeling's gone and lasts as long as the spark you get from Pepsi/
so if you overdose on Prozac pick the step that's logically next/
take a dose of the only antidote: the verbal elixir of Agent X.
Round 3:
Prozac:
The prospects of this battle, especially for you look bleak/
Obsolete, verses reek worse than a shit creek/
But that’s an insult to the creek, so moving on.../
The elixir you speak of, no doubt bigger fraud that Enron/
Conclusion foregone, all your 26 dollars from your bank withdrawn/
26 possible ways to die, the least, and most painful both involve the mic/
Godlike like Unreal, while you continue to impersonate a bull-dyke/
Your affection with online vocabulary you don’t comprehend is fiendlike/
Label also says “Can cause lyrical diarrhea” which came as advertised/
Just like your demise, theorized statements and half-assed fragments
Agent X:
I'll die by mic because I'm a lyrical kamikaze/
A human tomahawk missile heat seeking your weak lyrical karate/
And even if you come equipped with your best weapon on board/
Remember, the Agent's pen is mightier than all swords/
I use microphone chords as nooses when I get pissed/
You're Godlike and unreal.... That's why I'm an atheist/
As for what you read on the label. Yeah, I read that too/
Took a dose, it made me flow and I proceded to shit on you/
Attempted to forgo the conclusion and got smoked like some reefer/
You tried to "Takeover" but I'm putting you to sleep with this "Ether"
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