I defeat this bitch quick and easy...Sonofisis has lost-this,
I scuffle his brain, make him "dyslexic"..so on this battle, I put a "cross-criss".*
Carve his complexion into a sphere, and thrust his eyes out with a spear,
break his "face" like a "mirror", cuz "the punches are closer than they appear".
I "cease his remarks" swift, like a "brief discussion",
cuz like drums, he gets "beat continually", like "re-percussion".
Lyrically decapitate you…bury you in a thick-plateau,
and put “X’s on your name”, like I was playin tic-tac-toe!**
Your "punches ta me or nothin"...this "reject"ion "lacks-thee-jab",
I make him "get off the corner***"…like “givin directions in a taxi-cab”!
He rhymes "nervously"...like he looks "unsure",
but hes "full of more bullshit", than "a book on manure"!
“Sonofisis” couldn’t drop a “hot jam” if he “heated his jelly”,
You?..”#1”!?…Yeah, sure…and so is Nelly!****
Sick ass bitch, he fucks his sister’s son,
he must really be close to family…sayin his nephew is #1. (Son of sis #1)
I bash your body on the side of the street, and make your bones start sparking,
so your remains and blood can douse the curb red, for “zones for no parking”.


*Dyslexic people talk backwards. Puttin a "X" (criss-cross) or crossin this battle out quick.
**The little ‘#’ sign in his name looks like a tic-tac-toe thing.
***Ex: "[Get off at this corner] of 36th and Callan.".....givin directions...get it.
****Remember that gay song by Nelly?…Nelly - Number One.