Hmm...

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Come in Scarecrow sickle swingin' with it, fuck your bare ass fists
I'll Leave ya Body Hacked on some Samson shit if we were to pair off kid
I run circles around every faggot I square off with,
I tear objects, in orbit I caught 'em...
Outta this world? Nah I slap 'em off of my atlas
I'll counter punch every line that you throw 'til you toss in that napkin
'Til a towels caressessin' your brow,
like the head dress that's so constant in Afghan
Civilians wear bandages like sweat bands soakin' up what's left of them now
I seem so content in surroundings all foreign to me,
Like a continent unfamiliar with foreigners only shootin' the breeze
Where it's like minus two hundred & fuckin' sumthin' bloody brutal degrees

The flow was up and down. But as a whole you had some pretty good imagery and concepts in this section.
Whereas the rest of the verse pretty much followed suit in the latter department, but the choppiness of the flow kinda detracted from its overall effectiveness. Still tho, solid read my guy. Peace.