Mint verse composed for tournament competing, not one you want to waste on a small cat if your battling.

J-Kastro wreck kids, get decked mid, bitch! Imma text wiz
I heard of gettin F's on test, must be worst to get X-Quiz
He's just a pest...shit, I'm sonnin cats, This dude stumped with faq's
Try & cut? your acts (axe) are feeble like amatuer lumberjacks
WTF is you punchin at? Heat this faggot, X cant achieve his tactics
Must not have pride in yaself if ya dont believe in whackness
He's weak with rackets, catchin balls, Quiz gets his carcus shot
Shit there aint no treasure here...so why does X mark the spot?
His card gets mocked, Get blown apart with glocks, cant match my flows
Is your heart in stock, your bars wear more bull than Apache clothes
Get racked and thrown, Shatter your back and bones, Give you a dent chest
Battle? bitch you cant raise the bar like Mini-Me on a bench press
X is on a bent quest with a fake nine, Wanna a gun? here take mine
But ill make him into a paraplegic homo...Can't walk a straight line!
This dude just wastes time, Quiz is slow, he's not modeling stupid
Get shocked up with fuses, Ill have him seaing stars like Hollywood cruises
Bottled with new hits, Turn him into a grain of sand so the RV clan stays sinless
Put ya fist in the ring? You lost ya grip like handless gymnists!