alright son. i counted 16 lines, so I'll match it . . .

“King” Chrit?, shit, I’m the only one who rex it with soveirgn immunity// (“rex” is Latin for “king”)
You’re about to be overthrown with rhymes more academic than university communities//
If you got a dope line it’s either ghostwritten OR BIT like planetary attractions//
every time Chrit spits opponents have to absorb more pussy flows than sanitary napkins//
Did you predict annihilation, that was pure speculation like Enron’s stock price//
I’ll leave you lost and searchin’ for a Guiding Light like out-of-work housewives//
You’re mentally handicapped, so how can you possibly dis- my ability//
Food for thought, and you’ve been fastin’ too long so you lack mental agility//
and don't say this verse is pre-written, shit isn't pre-rehearsed it's just pre-your hearse//
although I was the second to spit I'm gonna be the only one breathin' so I guess I’ll have to leave you first//
cause I got so much flavor even before I spit my first rhyme you could taste it//
basically Chrit is getting’ laced cause he brings more gay lines than "Will & Grace" scripts//
it’s getting’ ugly, like Bubba Sparx’s veracose veins as I stop the King’s reign//
cause you got nothin’ but weak flows in your dome like a blood clot in your brain//
so you won the last round, but like Christopher Wallace’s excrement - BIG SHIT!//
this bitch is thinkin’ he gave me a piece of his mind just because he left with his wig split//

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