How ironic, my first battle's against a katana,
'cause I'm sword eater, split your verse in two like bananas.
But versus you, there's just too many desserts to choose,
so I choose to chug you upside down like bat-brews.
But a bat for a bruise is not my weapon of choice,
I slice you up with words as if my name's James Joyce.
The tactics of Ulysses, make your voice trojan hoarse,
couldn't be more stealthy if I flowed in Morse.
This isn't a war of words, it's a rapsassination,
so take your wack name back to japanimation.

Yo, you say rhymes plastic, I spit plastic explosive,
I didn't train for this battle, I ate locomotives.
Spat them back out as rocket ships to defy gravity,
your rap's full of holes, which explains the cavities -
I pull no punchlines, make you spit your own teeth,
should have kept your samurai sword in its dental sheath.
To compete with this iron chef, your food's undeserving.
There will come a second course but you only need a single serving.

It was only two days ago man ​. Just have both battles running at once.