Ryoma Hoshi vs Whitty - Rap Cypher #22

Whitty:
Oh I don't wanna do this again kid
I wanna be left alone, so make like your rep and end it
You can't befriend shit, so let this be a lesson
You don't know who you're messin'
Do me a favor and get bent bitch
'Least people actually like me, so take your fake cig and bite me
You're even shorter than that other kid who tried to fight me

Ryoma Hoshi:
With that bomb head, I'd think you're skilled at trading blows
But nope, you've just shown that you still have a ways to go
I'd much rather stay away from a shady dude like you
But it doesn't take Kade to know ya got some screws loose
Abandoned as a child, and while I can sympathize
At least I don't go around wishing for some guy's demise
Running away from your problems won't help you in the long run, kid must have gone
Over your head, though, actin' all tough like a punk kid
I've had enough of this glutton
You're pushing my buttons, got nothing, no substance, not even a line, end with a concussion when I'm busting rhymes
Breaking your background like your fragile mind
I've seen better in Gumball, and since you claim that you rock
I doubt you could run that lip with steel balls hitting your fuse box

Whitty:
...Don't make me do this. You're fucking nuts
If you think you're gonna kill me then you're shit out of luck
(*drops mic, ballistic mode*)
REALITY RIPS AT ITS SEAMS, IF YOU REALLY WANNA CHALLENGE ME
THEN STOP SPITTING YOUR FALLACIES, YOU FUCKING LAME-ASS TRAVESTY
IT'S SAD TO SEE YOUR POTENTIAL GONE; SCRAPPED BY THE ONES WHO MADE YOU
GO DROWN FROM THIS FLOW AND CRACK LIKE MY PSYCHE WHEN I BREAK YOU
CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU AND THE FILTH THAT MADE YOU
CALL THIS BATTLE KILLER TENNIS 'CAUSE I FUCKING PLAYED YOU
GO DIE IN A DITCH, LITTLE BITCH, MAKING NO SENSE LIKE YOUR PITCH
MUST'VE HAD HELP FROM THE WITCH IF YOU THINK YOU'LL BEAT THIS GLITCH
DISAPPEARED LIKE YOUR WILL TO LIVE; BEFORE I GO BACK TO THE METRO
I'LL GIVE A TIP TO THE MAFIA AND SEND YOU RIGHT BACK TO DEATH ROW

Ryoma Hoshi:
Seen my fair share of psychopaths, but jeez, cool your jets, kid
Name speaks for itself, go take these bars and get arrested
Not even Kirumi can clean up your graphing and anti-mashing
Took down mafia, I can surely dropshot your unstable rapping
The spotlight's far from reach for you; I hope by now you've learned
Now you can join me in being a shell of what we once were