This is getting pretty good
Forget about the 3rd, round 2 brings your defeat,
From what I've observed, all you'll beat is your meat!
I'm countin' sheep, 'cause on your rhymes, I fell asleep,
Your verse was weak, not even worthy of Sesame Street!
I come complete, you're bringin' pieces to the table,
A swift retreat, better run now if you're able!
Move your feet, you're slow as a snail in molasses,
Movin' any slower you'd be travelin' backwards!
My frame is carbon fiber, your hardest substance is plastic,
If your style were any older it'd be labeled Jurassic!
I have armor plated flow so there ain't no dentin' me,
I'll call you Buick, 'cause to do it, it'd take you a Century!
I intoxicate with the potency of Hennessy,
Then I'll rhyme at your wake & drop this verse as your eulogy!