It's time for the rematch.

Got no sense of shame, I'm leaving Soulja slain
I see no toughness in your battle - you can't even live up to your name
I got this bitch confined like a prisoner of war
If it wasn't for this free win I'd a kicked you out the door
Brace yourself for more, my punches are never ending
Making money like a bank, but my style is not for lending
But a bitch like you gets loaned out on a daily basis
Couldn't see your skill even if I wore a pair of prescription glasses
Like grandparents nude, your verse is a disgusting sight
Recite your verse backwards and it'd lead to greater insight
Beat me in round one cause I didn't bring my A game
But I'm back to drop you cause in round one I got screwed
Your punches just lack any taste like uncooked frozen food

Boooya.