Yo Anthology you horribly have met your demise,
since being matched with this ratchet, ill slice through your eyes,
and entice you with rhymes that you wish you created,
so you went to rent a rhyme from one of these next alias,
your feeble, weak, just abused tender meat,
but I'm raw and uncut like Doe or Die Az,
may be, if you practice, spit a few verses,
could of at least entered this tourney with a purpose,
just here to make up numbers?
your numbers up,
ring the bell, blood gushes from his guts,
don't blush, just hush you collection of waste,
if you weren't this boards Moderator, you'd be a waste of space,
and to tell the truth, i know you cant match my pace,
age is a factor,and your dieng flame,
and Anthology, just try promise me this,
when I win, don't break down and cry like a bitch..