Dog, the quotations dropped insulted intelligence..//
And at the same time had no battle relevance..//

(We know they're songs!!)

I will rec you then play you like VCR buttons..//
You can claim you're phat, but I seek cease of bar gluttons..//
I've got crazy game like I fuck dementia dames..//
Don't know hot rhymes, lemme stab you with my pencil's flames..//
Like ibuprofen, take down hot heads, never doubt I'll R.I.P. and knock dead..//
I'm top bred, this battle was hemmed up before it started, I rock threads!..//
Doc, ya style ain't nuts or sick just cause you grab coughs..//
More like Michael Jackson & Target cuz ya got boys pants half off..//
I set battles in graveyards just to save drama and cut time..//
Slaying cats like you who back up their oral like slut mimes..//
I smack gays with wack plays on words, surprised you don't lack praise..//
But once I smoke you, cats will see the real black haze..//
Nah, these cats didn't feel you, they just wanted your vote..//
I postponed, just so you'd think no show, I taunted your hope..//
To face me is crazy, lately kids try facin mine..//
I retort, and like a cocaine bust, left is wasted lines..//