whoa chek it 10-40 lines dis time on da rematch wit CJ//
kinda worried cus i spit wit acid so intense my teeth may begin ta decay//
but thats ok, ne way, ya shit was wak first time round so what difference should 20 lines do ta sway ur way//

Now Chek it....
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Now u flow wit a criminal Intent but ur lyrics can only go to a certain extent//
not nearly the same level as i but so be it, ur mind is stubborn, mind-warped an bent//
when i spit upon u i worry how much good lines ive spent//
like buyin a pair of jordans when ya kno chinks in da sweat shop get paid like 10 cent//

But ne way tho...Ima still shed fear into u an come at a full throttle//
dun bring ya Mom's ta me ta blame when ya eatin breakfast outta a bottle//
U bit off a tree when it was brocly u intended to swallow//
u should know by now that my lyrics like a vaccum sukin up da dirt...ur soon ta follow//

I dunno why ya insisted a rematch of out first battle in wich i destroyed u 4-1//
Comin again at me like a nigga at a kkk party lookin for sum fun//
intelectually u lak any amount of variable constant to ya stature of precision//
Precision so abnormaly inactive ya couldnt disect a frog if i sat dere an made ya a line fo incision//

lookin for a victory...we'll biatch go fish//
Im battlin u like im robert horrey..2 seconds left..swish//....

Next//.....again