Okay, Stranger. But when this is over, don't try to say I ain't told your ass so.

There seems to be some doubt
About who be the KING of these lyrical bouts
But keep a close eye on my rhymes and you'll find
That I hide intricate designs within my lines
Immaculate rhymes swim behind the tides

Steppin' to OT?
How fuckin' stupid could you be?
You rap like an episode of Glee
You're gonna need an EMT
I'll destroy your bitch ass if you stroke another key
Step to me?
Bitch please!
I'll cure your ass like a fuckin' disease!
You don't want no part of OT
Savvy?
Comprehende?
I'm the Rap Battle Sensei
The mutha fuckin' Champion
Your handicapped raps can't contend
Comprehend?
I'll have you in a fuckin' coffin before this rap ends!

[i]'Cause your bitch ass has been rappin' like it's gay
Pickin' up the mic but ya don't know what to say
Jumpin' in the game but ya don't know how to play
Now who the fuck told ya you could rap anyway?
I'm in ya face, homie, and I'm here to stay
Moldin' you punks like a soft pliable clay
I roll through fresher than the month of May
I'm undeniable, hey!
I'm makin' you plastic rappin' bitches pay
I'm like a rap rendition of 50 Shades of Gray![/i]

Caught you slippin' through state a of denial
Shook by the rate which I compile
A file on your style 
Spittin' vile lines as you trail by a mile
Chokin' on your own bile
I put your raps on trial
You're a docile child dodgin' lyrical projectiles
Whilst I'm chillin' in the cut like a crocodile
I'm a villain you're a mutt, you ain't versatile
I'm killin' this set so don't touch that dial
Your raps drip like a leaky ceiling tile
[i]I got mo flo than the mothafuckin' Nile![/i]

...
Grim Reaper with a microphone sickle
Battle me?
I'll leave your fuckin' ass crippled
Dismember and expose you as a pretender
So before you hit Reply, Remember
I spit tsunami's when I'm ill-tempered

Legit though
You should quit, yo
Think twice before you roll the dice
'Cause OT's in town and he ain't playin' nice!
He'll knock your ass out wit a fuckin' Dudley Death Device!!