This was a callout for an undefeated text heavyweight on Top Rank MC. He was booted from the page for threats and sabotaging one of his friends' battles, so at this point it's pretty clear this will never be a finished battle.

If I BARK YOUR NAME the BARS ARE PLAIN 'cause MARCUS CAIN ain't HARD TO SAY
But you'll START TO GAIN your MARK OF SHAME, I'll CARVE AND MAIM APART YOUR FACE
I'm CHARGING HARD AS SLATE, IMPARTING SHARPENED PAIN, BOMBARD HIS BRAIN
This SPAR will CHARGE an ARM AND LEG, I'll bag him like it's GARBAGE DAY

No ALARM IS RAISED, born on 3/11? Non-EMERGENCY
Everyone you've MURKED IS WEAK but I'm SURE THIS FREAK has HEARD OF ME
Your VERSE FOR REESE and DIXON, you're just BRINGING up your PIGMENT
You're a ginger - no KIDDING? GOOD to know, I COULD have MISSED IT

I'm TWISTED like a HURRICANE, I WORK TO RAISE the MURDER RATE
Ask the judge, I HEARD HIM SAY he'd rather vote for HERMAN CAIN
I'm the CHICAGO RAPPER GEMSTONE that he's TALKING 'BOUT
And your GESTAPO CRAP IS MELLOW, so who's 'YAWNING' NOW?

If a SHIRTLESS GEEK is all you CHOOSE TO REVEAL
You SWEEP the DIRT BENEATH the rug, so this LOSER AIN'T REAL
You HIDE YOUR FLOW, WRITING PROSE, your lips are paralyzed (pair of 'lies') like POLIO
You've got a GIANT NOSE like a ginger 'PINOCCHIO'

We KNEW HE DIED like 'ROMEO,' poison LIPS SOFT (poise on, lips off) from SUICIDE
Shakira heard his HIP POP (hip hop) and said even his BOOTY LIES
You look like a 'piercing-ridden' sunburnt PEWDIEPIE
I'm the 'Needles' to your Marcus Kane, he'll LOSE however SOON HE WRITES

Fry like bacon from a MATCHSTICK, it's TRAGIC like 'HAMLET' (ham lit)
When I ATTACK PIGS I'll shake spears (Shakespeare) and HAVE HIM served like a SANDWICH
HASN'T ever seen BRACKETS and he's LACKING a TRACKLIST
And you only SCRAP WITH WACK KIDS, this HAS-BEEN ain't doing JACK SHIT

YOU'RE THE DEFINITION OF TRYING TOO HARD
BURN A PREMONITION OF WRITING NEW BARS
"SURGEON SELLING DICKS IN A SHINING BLUE JAR"
That's me being just as ANNOYING as YOU ARE, bitch

You can take a shit on the mic but that don't mean you'll drop the NUMBER TWO
You're NOTHING NEW, you're STUCK WITH 'BLUES,' deflated through a RUBBER TUBE
I'll drain your blood, leave MESSES 'cause you're 'RED' SKINNED like a TEXAN
When I FUCK WITH YOU you're GONNA LOSE your perfect record, BUMMER DUDE