.::Aight..Check It!::.
.::Lyrical Battle ChampionShip Round 4::.
Check It...Yung Duke, Re$Tricted...
Check It...3....2....1....
Your Worst Mistake Was Actually Posting A Verse In Dis Thread,
Shoulda Forfitted This Match, You Could've Had Your Dignity, Instead../
You Posted Up Your Wack Verse, Full Of Mis-Directional Assumptions,
Want A Hunch Kid? Include Sum Metaphors and Multis Like Packed-Punches/
I'll Make Ya A Post-It, Sticky The Thread So You Don't Misplace It,
I'll Give Ya Another Shot, Just Type A New Verse, The Old One, Erase It/
I Guess It Doesn't Matter, Cause By The Time You Typed Two Bars,
Re$tricted Would Blow This Kid Away, Like An Intergalactic Star/
Acting Hard? Well Atleast You Did Recognize I Am The Champion,
Your Best Spit? Shoulda Typed "Me Betting Re$tricted? It Can't Be Done/
Sorry Son, I Know Your Yung and Your Dukes Are Still Fresh and Soft,
Maybe That's Why Your Punches Aren't Felt and You've Seemed To Feel Off/
This Ain't Go Fish, And Son Nothing I Possess In My Hands You Can Match,
You Smelling Pussy? Prolly Cause Your Nose Is So Far Up Your Snatch/
Watch Me Lyrically Tranquilize This Cat, A Year From Now Still In Shock,
Tick'N Tock, Your 15 Minutes Of Fame Has Passed, Please Remove This Cock/
As Soon As They Read Your Third Bar They'll Contest What They've Heard,
That Was The Weakest Punch I've Ever Seen, Why Am I Battling A Herb?/
This Kid Needs Escorted Of Stage, He's Too Yung To Be Unsupervised,
Just Commit Suicide, Your Not A Thug, Only Time You'll Have To Choose Do-or-Die/
~R~