aight
fuck man, makin me beat ur ass again in round #2//
bitch stop challengin me, IM SICK OF BEATING U//
last time we battled, the score was 4-0//
u got used and abused and fucked up like a HOE//
u got one thing rite,ur stupid, asain and FAT//
u cant rap for shit homie, everybody can see that//
after i beat u again, ur gonna want a rematch again, only me to go first//
ok bitch i will, we'll see if that will quench ur thirst//
send ur ass away dead in the hurse//
u rap like a BITCH homie GIMME UR PURSE//
say it with me jason RAP battles.com//
nothin u said rhymed, or went together like me and ur mom//
u got ripped again, and this time it was easier//
this rhyme was ten times stupid, pointless, and sleazier//
i think u got roles mixed up, cuz U are MY son//
dont disrespect ur father bitch, u got the count of 3-2-1//
thats it ur grounded bitch get ur ass in ur room//
round #2 comes to a close and u have just met ur DOOM