Super-Ego: Fuck perfection
Yeah I fucked her until her eyes blurred
Making her my enslaved cur
But back to my pleasurable counterpart
Let me falter your dissonance with my work of art

The thought that u could ever exceed me isn’t feasible
I merge linguistics like Vector Man transverses orb beam variables
Perfection grovels at my greatness as I’m the new entity to strive for
You have the fakeness of pseudonyms and ur words lye incomprehensible to da paradigm of my futuristic metaphor
You will forever be the student who dreamt title of master but settled for my dunce adjunct
Im at the head of da wolf pack youre just a pompous ass runt
Or rather a left over blunt smoked dry of its succulent high quintessence withering to nothing but ash
I’m a wide spread reflection of penance you’re just a mere rash whose itch I intermediately scratch with verbal hash 
Is it gonna take me gluing my words to da infrastructure of your brain for you to get a clue
You just like Chris everybody hates you
You gets know love from da superior ego above
Made evident as I shit on u like a dove
A flow soft as Dove I allure women to my introverted specimen call me a male siren
Leaving them in a trance that bees wax couldn’t block as I possess them with da sermons of a reverend
Incapacitated and reciprocated your time was over before it started equating itself to Rev’s rapping end
Only no one will remember your legacy for you had none as your dividends want pay off with no one to referent
The substance of my compounds makes me molecular proficient beyond human cognition
Refurbishing your mind is too easy as anything u say to me is a thought that’s already been recapitulated, recalculated, and restructured into my carnage’s incarnation
You fucking fixation listen to your conscience for I’m all ways right even when I’m wrong
Shitting out your sex driven dung replenishes me to higher levels that can never be grasped by your weak minded tongs
As your tongue is as understandable as speaking in tongues
Mine stays glorified with valor as I increase velocity leaving u in the past tense of my tongue

Super-Ego: Sorry kid ur just not ready to hang with a level beyond perfection

Id: You ass hole this isn’t over until I say its over. I challenge u to a wordsmith battle!
Super Ego: (Smirks) Fine then!

To be continued…….