If I was Jason, You'd be a marked counselor in CAMP...
Machete to your face, cause I'm this battle's CHAMP!
I'd rather split ya between ya LEGS, like in Part III, 3D...
But you had to cry and freakin BEG, weeping in MISERY!
You couldn't headstand anyway, like your rhymes you've got no BALANCE...
Weak TOO, not one pushup from YOU, shamed by old Jack PALANCE!*

I'll blast ya ass like a Long Island subway, this battle ya'd better ABORT...
Your lines are leaving ya completely defenseless, Like Colin Ferguson in COURT!
Cause your rhymes have caught Alzheimer's, they've forgotten how to FLOW...
Like Ronnie Reagan playing trivia, your brain is on the GO!

The shit don't make SENSE, like the future in past TENSE...
Like Bonnie & CLYDE, running Disney Land RIDES!
You're the lazy man's RAPPER, it's why ya bought a CLAPPER...
Overweight and OVERFED, unhealthy like your rhymes are DEAD!

"No women and no kids", that's the Scarface way of MURDER...
But B--Red's a CHICK with a DICK, it's okay to HURT HER!
Tony Montana would snap, cold start spinning in his GRAVE...
If he had to see your hemaphrodite ways and all the dicks you CRAVE!

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