blaze is actin bloody touchy^.....must be goin thru his menstrual phase/peep sig
thought u were gettin scientific on me.....with ya periodic table on display/
u must be a glutton for punishment......wanting beat in two threads/
ur verse was wasted space and soft....like the point in you ever buyin a twin bed/
blaze faked illness.....thought he'd get pussy by havin a CAT scan/
i'll leave u so scared after this battle.....u'll be drawing up a retirement plan/
my words shatter shrapnel in ya head cos i'm a fragment of your imagination/
and u can't avoid this killing....like the kids on final destination/
blaze used all his power in that verse.....but he didn't even come mighty close to a win/
victory ran away as soon as u battled me......and just knocked on my door so i welcomed him in/