Bit Late, but ya know. Shit happens.

Mentally surgin’, when I get the urge to split DeJurs mind in-to-thirds/
Your inevitably cursed, makin’ split decisions isn’t going to win-you-first/
His verse? absolutly absurd, because you could'nt beat me if i-was-you/
I'm droppin' like monsoons, i've seen more intellect at fast foods drive-thru's/
Undeveloped talent like in wombs, similies will immediatly decease-you-instantly/
You failed miserably, bankin' on them rhymes could never increase-your-credibility/
He spittin' played rhymes, could'nt blaze and shyne if he were in a club and caught-with-a-9/
No line scheme to find, use your own blood spurt to quench my thirst 'cos dawg-you-wine/
And when the stars align, my words confuse you like bald peeps with hairline-fractures/
I'm a lion sizin' an antilope like a watcher, if i'm asked if i got game your-my-capture/
Anything else i could conjur? i'll make your teeth completly dissapear out-of-the-blue/
Couldn't divide me if i were 2, and if you were the best ever MC then nobody-had-a-clue/
Set pulses racin' when i manuver, i'm so ill i'll strangle you with-the-cordless/
Rebelious worker never takin' orders, advanced skills so i could murder your-future-daughters/
Better abort this, you actin' like an asswipe so you could try and steal chino XL's shit/
but just admit it, i could get signed if i ditched my own and started rhymin' usin' your lyrics/

fuck it