you win? not possibly true.. and dont take it hard when you lose
cause sportsmanship ain't tennis on a Carnival cruise
garner a clue, and stab your mom, if you think we have a bond
your metaphors are ancient, all you do is Babylon(babble-on)
you got a shitload of haters, and it's got me to ponder
that maybe I should put the bat down and give Jesus the honours
wreck with text? nah, you just a wreck with text
I'll have you 'scrambling for your life' like imprisoned breakfast chefs
punched you three times, then you asked to talk it out
my reasoning got you wobbly and the forthright knocked you out
Blaze felt violated and demanded a whistle
then 'excercised his rights' and broke his hand on the pillow
watched you stand vigil... stealing my lines with your wackness
fact is, your more turncoat then nike reversible jackets
Blaze will never win a battle especially with me in it
URE style is like The College BCS.. just without the C in it!
We both sucked ya mom's tits, our only likeness in war
Like Sub. teachers, no one cares what ya write on the board
I'm parting the ground, you get dropped from the aftershock
There's no 'market' for clowns, your the only 'laughing stock'
You have to stop, desperation's a sign of blue balls..
I jacked your thinking cap, but it was 5 sizes too small
Start expecting harm, what's your Race? I'm baffled
You 'bet the Farm', and now you have no place to battle
Claim you're the best right? But you tend to clown a lot
Writing is like your sex-life, never been around the block

when over a lil g/l