It’s round 2, your blood is what I yearn,
Im gonna school you, so get ready to learn,
How I rip ya rhymes and make ya mind burn,
This time im gonna stand victorious in my vengeful return/

You thought you could knock me out with your punches, but all it did bitch is me stagger,
TASTE THESE PUNCHES, they are sharp and fatal like an attack with a dagger,
These punches are gonna give ya two fat lips…leave ya looking like mick jagger/

So I hope your taking notes or at least taking offence,
Whats wrong son you finding my rhymes too intense,
Your rap futures over, people may still speak of you but only in the past tense/

Talking about how I took your wack lyrics and rip- em,
By then ppl know you as just being one of first victims,
Fatal mans that how choose the pussies to inflict- em/

Face it your rhymes are just too basic, you know defeat is soon, that nasty flava on your tongue is defeat you can taste it,
Were they your best rhymes? Well I guess you just waste it/

Whether its a freestyle or if you rehearse,
The lyrics are now deceast been carried away by a hearse,
You did better with lyrics from ya previous verse,
You were number 2 best to me, but now number one worst/

Your mind is gonna suffer, and end up abused,
Emotionally raped, scarred and emotionally bruised,
This time, my hatred and rhymes, have come together as one and fused,
You made a crime against rap, looking scared and guilty as your accused,
You thought you killed one of the greatest emcees, when really I was cheated you loosed/

I don’t want you dead; I still want you intact,
So you I can dis you again, make you suffer another lyrical attack,
Killer Kass whoops and that’s a fact, I don’t think you gonna feel so confident this made a much more nefarious impact/

I particularly thought that was a shitting line,
What you said about the valentine,
You got so many coz you be stealing all 100 of mine, you aint in pre school so stop going out with girls that are barely nine,
fukkin paedo flat chests and no pubes is your idea of a girl looking fine, ergh weirdos like you send a chill down my spine/

Pussies like you man, make me vex, you got basic rhymes, try making a lil more complex,
“MY WACK SENSES WENT OFF!” it must be you man who it detects,
Jambam is a word known in most languages and dilects,
Its the shorter form for people who will never experience real sex,
Your previous verse was better have you had a lyrical hex/

Whatever happened to you, you went downhill,
Perhaps its coz you came and battled the master of the fatal lyrical kill,
I make you shit yourself, hairs are standing on end, and you spine has chill/

Oh yeh you right I have been told stories by my mummy,
About a wolf called killerchop who massacred the Jambam bunny/

You insult my intlligence, saying aint “cleaver”
Clever bitch is spelling properly the word clever/

Go back to school? Man im the princile kas,
I run the school taking bitches to rap class,
Im the head of street talk and ghetto math,
You are wack they aint a test you can pass,
Whats dr dre record company…you said “don’t know” the answers aftermath,
Who the greatest of all time…you answer 2 pac, haha I laugh
Im the greatest of all time so how in the hell can you get this test and pass/

You a fake pussy, I know your style,
You see 8mile and all of a sudden you can freestyle/

The only rappers you know bitch are commercial and in pop charts, “whos the most ghetto rapper you know” have I think
“errrrrrr nelly” you only heard that pussy nigga coz you got the album of n sync/

So if you still wanna battle after this,
So ppl can read the trilogy of how I buried the Jambam myth,
Ill be chilin, being inspired by emcees such big l and cannabis,
While you listen to nelly and will smith/