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If you accept my challenge, post 1st.
5 bars/10 lines. We'll go for 3 rounds.

I'll take on multiple people, also.

Mkay, G'luck. :3

King Sahpec, just stop it, you're not poppin', or rockin'.
Open ya' mouth, look around, got it? Now put a sock in.
Yes, 10 lines, if i went more, they'd have to fix ya' split spleen.
Besides, not even you're parents can help you with a *sweet 16.
You can't even count, you'd ******** up and make it a *Quinceañera.
Shotty? Wow, I guess you have fantasies of squeezin' a beretta.
The only thing you're killin' is the braincells of people readin' this.
I'm feelin' dissed, I'm bringin' illin' s**t, and you're just feedin' piss.
Like "What is this!?", just a LITTLE bit of challenge, is that a hassle?
Go back to ya' mothers basement, or wait, I mean your "castle".

* Sweet 16, as in 16 bars, also pun off of the Sweet 16 B-Day Celebration.
* Quinceañera is like the Mexican's Sweet 16, but it happens on the 15th B-Day. Also a pun, meaning you'd ******** up and accidentally only make 15 lines.

Like I said, I'll take on multiple people at once. :3

So Amazing, this lame is claiming that he wants to battle me.
That'll be rattling, gattling lyrics to this b***h battle cattle emcee.
Damnit me.....and I TOLD myself that I would go easy on ya'.
He was just a kid, i feel ashamed, now this lame is a gona' (goner).
I guess since I'm going 1st, you're going to rely on a rebuttal.
"TEAM LET'S HUDDLE!", no, not you b***h, go back to the bench'n'cuddle.
b***h made figure, I'm a perfectionist so let me fix this pictcha' (picture).
Lookin' at this f*****t's name? Hm. naw, Just doesn't seem to fitcha'.
So let's arrange change in ya' name, with a bit of replacin'.
Hm, minus the "S", add a "N" and a "T", PERFECT! n0t_Amazing.

Nice go.

My lines're holy as if they're Tied-To-A-Nun, And kid, You Might-Think-You-Won.
But you need more Spike-In-Your-Punch. Im'da' Hottest thing, Aside-From-The-Sun,
Only way you'll Might-Just-Be-Cun ning and fly, is if you're tied to Kite-When-I-Run.
The Sight-Of-This-One is like "Words of a p***y", as if you Type-With-Your-c**t.
You bit off More-Than-You-Could-Chew, you only wanted a Bite-For-Your-Lunch.
And you Sure-Can-Do-Good-Soon, if you go and end your Life-Just-For-Once.
Let me take a breather, set this up to Heater, burn you up just Right-Just-To-Munch.
So go take a seater, you puppet "little skeeter", you might think i Write-With-A-Gun.
Amazing, since you could make this all Right-With-A-Gun, put it to your temple and blow.
Just let it go, slow, don't hold, it's simple, this little b***h is just left lifeless, no soul.

Yes I see, a King indeed, I can hear your army of *Crickets.
And your stadium is full, *air and dust bought all the tickets.
Your Queen? *The same thing you chose to type this battle with.
Your talent? That of a dragon. Why? Because that's just a myth.
Yes, sweet 16's are for chicks, that's why I don't call you a "Mister".
Man of many jobs, because you also serve as your own jester.
Only because you're the ONLY person that thinks you're witty.
Honestly? You're shitty, take it from the advice of this word smithy.
"Long Live The King!" Though he already might as well be dead.
Go be your food tester too, get poisoned, by the lyrical slaughter I fed.

* Army of Crickets, meaning the Cricket sound of awkward moments, or when something unfunny or lame is said.
* "Stadium" is filled with nothing but dust and air, because nobody cares for you.
* Your queen is your hand, because you can't get p***y.

okay i said sumthin like... ********... i dont remember... here goes a new one...

who wanna bet that every letter bent to a bar will settle in
side his mentel. elementary verses be still irrelevant
like prayin to a porselain God; you spit, but you aint said s**t
but yet he vents off his credentials. it's an insult. will somebody tell him this?
nobody's into thinkin that you write wit a gun, but here's one
treat your brain like a pad and write a paragraph bout how you bright like the sun
forever laugh wit niggas who aint never last
at them forever last a** niggas. how'd they think they could ever last?
turn his a** into severed halves wit verses so sharp they're blu-ray
and ***** its a new day. you can still do good. just do yourself in to-day
but im afraid it's too late. told him to come harder wit flows so i wont slaughter
and have his head, instead he put his life up for barter

"Now, the end is near, so I face, the final curtain". Frank Sinatra of murkin'.
Lurkin' in your conscience, like "you really don't WANT-THIS", it's hurtin'.
Watch ya' placement, you don't belong on these sides of my rhymes.
Got lyrical rooks and knights, that'll put a final curtain on ya'lls lives.
Surprise! My talent strategy makes niggas made at me. Hm, CHECK!
Move around, you in danger, I see the lines of your perforated neck!
Rip it off, like it's worth less but I'm still sellin' it, "The king has been killed!"
Gotta' lyrical excaliber, high caliber, that'll rattle ya', shatterin' ya' shield.
You couldn't win this one, pawn, but ya' know, better luck next day.
But till then, you have no more options at me, kid, CHECK MATE!

Tht excalibur line was sick