Rap battle: Truth_seeker vs. CapitalisticPig

'Ight, look. My human soul isn't existent, just a wrist slit away from being worse off than R William's kids is. I'm sick of this; you're a pissed b*tch with no more a punch than Kool-Aid man with his fist missin'. In your pristine condition, you're unfit with puckered lips, so why try to bite my a*s when you should be kissin'? You should quit. You're gonna end up with a worse lisp than Mike Tyson after the first mister hit him! Why you in the booth just pi*sin'? Don't be twistin' the results when it's over, I know you won't be happy with the decision. So, drink up the crystal and gin, this might be your last chance to sip, because after this, blood is all you'll be spittin'. I'm not done, so keep listenin', you're fishin' for a fight that you'll cherish, but tonight I'm preparing a cold system. A chain of events, so quick with the lines that you'll end up under the bus, boy, but only be cleanin' dishes. You're flow is so slow, like 2 Chainz and Lil' Wayne got together, had no rubber, but got off before they burnt bridges. You swear like a sailor because you're always filled with semen, like "I knew my a*shole was inhabited but not indigenous!" After this, you'll be fidgetin', wishin' you didn't taste my rigidness; torn like a kid trying to pick toys for his Christmas List. I bring the ruckus, tearing down your picket fence, but you could come to my show... if you weren't ticketless. I hear you come to battle, but you're putting Cricket, hittin' and squeezin' balls, like, "Pig are you ticklish?" You're used to taking candy from babies, so this frictionless motion will crush you once you realize I ain't carryin' licorice. You get last pick of the litter to see who will finish business then. Bundy or Dahmer, two dental imprints, which is which? You can have a fifth of this. Steal 6 of my lines, so you have a couple bars that aren't just hit and miss. I know you test lines and hiss, placing a riff or beat and coming to me asking questions, "Pig does this make sense?" But it doesn't infect, definitely doesn't affect me, you're just testing to see if you should try again, lather and rinse. But come on, leave me in suspense! Don't list your best lines at the start. Yours being, "Hello, Ladies and Gents." After that it isn't worth my 2 cents. I started dosing off, someone come here! Snore*** Pinch. "Ouch!" Oh, thanks (anytime), did I cut off mid-sentence? In the midst of finishin' or do I still have a thirst to quench? First, let's relish this. The first time the tense truth's a*s has been lit... only 'cause of the friction from sittin' the bench. But if you sent him to start a real fire, he'd quit. He'd go stealing all the joy from holiday kids, isn't that right, Mr. Grinch? B*tch, I thought some feedback would get you to pay attention to the whispers when you walk in. Can't you take a hint? I got to vent, because this AC unit stopped working and I'm spent from chopping up killers worse than Dexter did... Ever wonder why you're still alive, payin' rent? Why you're still wearing grandpa's hand-me-downs, pickin' off lint? So, I won't be smashin' your skull in, crack bones, arms and legs left unbent. Left unhit. Not a scratch, not a dent. Because you're not a pimp, a threat, or of any high descent. Just a stagnant pr*ck with no holds, everyone left unpinned. And here's your murder, cold in blood, washed through stone, by yourself to fend, because I'm not physically killing, just your mental status. Human Psyche left unhinged.