rap battle 3

yo your bars are dirt, woud you lke some soap with your shirt?, oh you say my mom made you squirt, you try to hurt, me with those bars, now i send you to mars, but first i smash you with cars, i leave you with new scars, you collide with many stars, i will make you into a farce, your right my mom was used to being abused, my father was a a bigger monster than myself, thats why i put his and my relationship high up on a shelf, havn't seen him since i was four, when my mom kicked him out the door, for being a criminal, my bars are literal, he hijacked a car, with a crowbar, i sh*t you not, he is worth less to me than that of a cot, my father used to cheat on my mom, and beat her, i watched my father stike my mom, like she was a match, this i did manage to catch, thats why i now run the intercom, i have seen sh*t you would not believe, so now i roll up my sleeve, and strike you down like a lowly peasant, my childhood was always unpleasant, one christmas i didnt even get one present, i grew up in poverty, my life is one big tragedy, my life is f*cked up, i cant even afford to buy a simple cup, my money goes to rent, i'm left without a single cent, welcome to my life, where i have always had to strive, simply just to survive, day to day, i live in total dismay, i constantly pray, to God with no response, yet i still shine bright, like that of a 600 lumins flashlight, when you see me i blind you, and you are left without a single clue, now your face turns blue, i admit your a worthy adversary, but it is now february, so you need to step, the f*uck up, you can no longer rely on luck, or i will strike you down again, if you lived in a glass house, would you watch your mouth?, and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth, cuz i'll break your face, you call that a rap...more like a remedial disgrace, now i ask you to forfeit the game, now i take you outta the frame, your name has been put to shame, while my name lives in fame, you cannot win this, this is no longer a game, you will lose and have yourself blame, this is a battle you cannot win, i am the king pin, i always live in sin, i always conquer, i am a conquistador, and you are a little wh*re, wait let me put that in a term you understand, your but a lowly wench, with an awful stench, between your legs, above those pegs, your but a skank, who smokes weed that is quite dank, as you have realised now you just shrank, you cannot fill my shoes, i bet you still watch blues-clues, while your parents snooze, your bars so lame they makin me dooze, only true fools, accept my par battles, cuz when i step up to the plate, i represent, why are you still acting irate, i'm practically admonishing you, yet you still haven't the slightest clue, cant even tie a shoe, face is turning oh so blue, im choking you out, yet you let me, your bars cannot affect me, you think you can direct me???, first you need to erect me, yet you cannot cuz i was never alive, i am the reaper..., here is where you strive, you cry out, i kill you without a doubt, now your soul is mine here you sit and pout, you tried to get up off the ground, you try to scream out, you try to make a sound, although nothing comes out, on top of that noone is around, here is where i pound you, into the ground, try again here is your turn, this time giveme something, to yern for.