ok, here I go:

“SPuL, you’re my boy”… man, cut it out wit that crap
Playin’ like you a magician, ‘bout to take an “L” outta yo hat
Understand since you beat me, I will now avenge
Let you win 5-0, set it up so I could take revenge
Is the reason you wanted to battle me, so you could get a fourth loss?
Sick are my rhymes, they make you green like tree moss
Betta off losin’… so you could go regather yourself
Even takin’ orders from a “Ho”… you might as well be Santa’s elf
Talkin’ all that smack… ‘bout how you reppin’ A-Town
Turn you upside down, like “Peace up, A-Town down”
Every lady hates you... so you need to masturbate
Rhymes all suck... you feed to elevate
Then you betta pick up a razor… and slice both yo wrists
Holdin’ your dick is not an option… now you must be fuckin’ pissed
Even you admit it… you call yourself a Dirty Bastard
Never will do no sexin’… jus like a church Pasteur
Duke is here… oh, no! Everybody scream!
Undestructable EmCee, man, please in yo dreams
Killin’ you, nigga… or droppin’ you like a nuke
Either way… we all kno “SPuL is betta then Duke”

aiight, uppin' for votes.