A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES!

Well shit... Aight I got this.

Bercat, your rhymes make the Holocaust look like a fucking Girl Scout meeting. I suggest you get back in line before my homies deliver a beating.
My rhymes run like magic, telepathy. Yours'll just end you in a headstone, y'see? Not a single reason you got behind the words you're speaking, besides maybe the money to keep on your drinking.
Cuz you gotta be fucking drunk to think you're a god, if anything you aren't even 2nd prestige in CoD.
Get back in place at the bottom of the food chain before you end up with the rest, right at the end of my motherfucking bitch cane.

Sit down.


Meow. :3