yer multiplyin yo losses so I'm supplyin yo coffin/
cuz beatin u is like completed math eqautions, no problem/
my lyrical artillary ya dread so understand u'll be shook/
and that u'll catch 22's in ya head like fans of the book/
u've got no dope quotes so I'm slittin ya throat/
cuz u wouldn't know how to battle wit me if i'd written the post/
How To Battle BY:Manic D
my description of yer occupation will make ya spinal jerk/
wack shit, wack shit, n some mo wack shit<-ya line of work/
like jeff i dismember cats, voters give u a severed past/
cuz they'll "oneduh, why you suck so much?" like ?s never asked/
ya rhymes are filler at best, no chance at killin this vet/
cos even as north koreas prez havin sex wit kidd u couldn't be il on the net/
my verses rarely half assed, my writes slaughter rappers/
while yo wack shit mo rapid than masturbatin white water rafters/
ya response is laughter so stray from rap or don't portray the wack/
cos like marion jones gettin beat in d&d u just got slayed on track/