Sorry man, didn't have time to really sit down and give this battle the attention it deserves...
It's the WARPATH but after this you'll refer to me as WAR CHIEF-
because my punches will leave metal's face like hamburger, then he'll know "what's beef"-
this pussy couldn't come funky if he queefed, and I got wu-corp asking "who farted?"-
so I called in some sympathy votes for the mentally ruhtarded-
I really should've mentioned this before.....
Thor doesn't rock an axe, it's a hammer you fucking whore-
um....sorry I'm mean outstanding young man, I didn't really mean it-
because apparently to win battles you have to assume your opponent has a penis-
sorry, writer's block had to get that off my chest-
let's invite poetic one over and i'll sqeeze on both your breasts-
then you can confess- how much you adore me during pillow talk-
and how I bring the pain with a ginormous burning dildo cock-
admit it WARPATH is the best at what he does with rubber gloves-
metalfisting both you little bitches just to show you how I love-
and rub this nut in your face and sprinkle it with glitter-
take some pictures then post them....fuck it you can seem them on my twitter.