Ayo, who wants to battle?

[Neo Regular]

Here's a verse:

Whoever rhymes after this can't
see tomorrow
with shoes borrowed and gear
reekin underarms and sorrow
my mic skills spills acid burn bastids
lips off
Spitt equips the **** to soft lips
and get a jizz off
*****es isn't even in the cipher
with ya clique soft
broke bastids clinging to a dollar
you had ripped off
You can't get it, I'm so for the
fitteds punched off til it's fitting
in ya kitchen that ya boss
is being broke down ribs fall and
fumble inward
You's the type to get embarassed
like a cracker using the N-word
crackas spittin' cause **** slurs
and doesnt seem relevant
well I'm the type to grab the mic
before it seems relative
Ya whole crew types online for
stats
I just stain the brain til it rubs
off on a pad
You thugs are soft and it's sad
the jab won't work til it hurts
that ya dad doesnt condone
mutha****as hatin'
He suck ****, wake up and teach
manhood
to a damn hood with a damn hood
in the damn hood with a damn Suge
My lyrics gets spirits in it committments
to them consistent ignorant lines makes
a mutha****a know it's time...

Aight, it's been a while...we can go a few rounds or whatnot.

Draw.