Rap Battle 5

Hello, b**, its yo boi Evan
My rhymes look good so go to the edge man
To me you a (?) ain't even got no afro
Like Geo, got an afro, but not Loo
Boy, if u beige you look like Drake
You have hair so yo [bleep] late
Yo, you so fat, i dont understand why u wanna be rappin'
When you were born, yo birth certificate is on a Burger King napkin
Imma make this mic [bleep] appear
Do another rachet song, you ain't had a hit in dec 6 years
And I did had a hit, it was yo momma, bih my rhymes fire
You the only [bleep] dude who likes a girls desire

The crowd wasn't feelin ya, cause u know i let that hammer smoke
I be spittin fire on u, and i jam yo folk
Only reason, yo girl ride with u, cause u dressed like a can of Coke
After i pull up yo songs, they gon be gone wit that anidote
Yall dudes think yall rappers
Thats the problem, im real wit real da Hitman all yall do is holler
Yall be tellin jokes, u be owing them
But that phony a** chain isnt golden
Oh, you think it is heavy?
Oh, you think you are ready?
Not as ready with yo man, he big head like Chevy
I ain't got time for all that sheet you talkin
Yo sweatpants tryna jump off ur legs while you walkin!!