At the spur of the moment I'll merk you, then mark it down as a planned-kill
So you can hit me back, grab your rosery beads and pray for a standstill
Sure you expect to win, but I'mma disregard everything that you knew son
Opinions are like assholes, everybody's got em... and I'll rip you a new one
Only 10% of your brain is used for thinkin, that's one-tenth that's sick of me
The other ninth-tenths? Well fuck, you better use that to wish ya way to victory
Cause I attack bastards with tactics that leave rappers cadavers and ashes
Your flows are like butterknives, mine cut through like daggers when slashin
Rip Se7en with fine raps composed of the intellect which his mind lacks
Takin out McBeatz? More like fold under pressure, listen as his spine cracks
U and ur hole crew never blew, so I guess I should come armed with dynamite and wick to help
Look at his name, homie trying to be me so much I might as well diss myself
I came first, try to flip it, claim otherwise, but tell me... Who you tryin to lie to?
C'mon now Se7en, don't act dumb, I could slit my throat and you'd prolly die too
Copperfield or Merlin? Doesn't matter, his illusions caused you to fear his raps
But after his last losin battles, we'll all see this Se7ens new disappearin act

ayt i think this is 16 lines but it will do now u spit