Dog.. JB you know you're weaker than the Simpson's Mr. Burns// I hope ya paid ya HMO cause after this battle you'll be sleepin in an erne// You aint from the real New York so I know you wack// "you from Jersey"... "don't get ya bitch ass thrown back"// I can't repect you god cause out of all yo battles you never brought tha heat// You squeaky clean Zest motherfucka you aint from the street// JB aint shit but a fake ass Fab that's Street Dreamin// You sound like Nelly on that Freeway you aint rappin you just singin//You a fag that needs to get his panties out a punch// For real.. Don't come around my block tryin to battle.. niggas will act like Tyson and eat ya kids for lunch// JB nigga votes from this battle will tell// If you a pussy or you reppin ya city very well (ha ha)// See... in New York bitches will flip the script like you that ho// I know you seen the bitch Ben Affleck with that pimp J.Lo// You'll get pimped the same way you fuckin fag// You on that 1990 shit this nigga still trying to sag// Dog go home and get some Big CD'S// That's the only teacher that can help you prepare for me// JB you need practice but dog it's gonna be tight// Right now you got a chin like Etienne go prepare for the fight//Battlin is fun dog this shit is like an amusement park// This is training day don't come out here after dark// JB dog why did you try to battle the best// You got me feelin like summertime you a fuckin pest// Yeah you a thug// That's more just as believable as Diddy shootin in tha club// This aint no game to me dog this is all I know// I don't give a fuck right now I'm Eminem and this is my show//.