I'm bringing poisonous spits in large amounts/
The first round's over, you shoulda been down for the count/
I'm gonna whip your ass so bad that you'll beg Redemption to permanately ban your account//

Oh, you're offended I compared you to Blake?/
You shouldn't be angry. Aren't you two mates/
Your style doesn't compare, I keep it rawer than uncooked steak/
You betta use that hand to write if I give you a handshake/
Do I need to translate?/
I think you lost your mind when your period ran late//

~here's the scenario. Dig it...~

You had just gotten home from Blake's house/
He gave you more meat than Outback Steakhouse/
After he was finished with you, you got ate out/
He said your pus smells like more sushi than Chinese takeout//

~Back to the matter at hand~

You've run out, boy. You betta bring your reserves/
I'm too sick wit the flows, boy. I'm a demon with words//

Don't get mad at me cuz my flow's smooth/
I told you. I can do this old school//

1, 2, 3, to the 4/
I bring more heat than the sun's core/
I'll have you singing like 3LW "No more"//

On this mic you'll left with Stitches/
And I don't mean Lilo's pet. My flows are malicious//

I'll punch you in the stomache so hard, your nose will be in your ass crack/
Those wack raps you posted will do nuthin but get your wack ass slapped.//

Where did you get idea that I was hating on you?/
I'll walk over to your house, stomp a mudhole in you, and THEN take your Playstation 2.//

Exit this challenge a fanboy, a wannabe, a groupie, a Stan/
Bash your head with a frying pan, slap you with your own hand.//

You're rapping like a generic version of lil Wayne/
This ain't no game, you lame. Don't go against the grain//

I got styles you can't tame. Look at this legacy I built/
You didn't build anything but mounds of filth.//

I'm too sick. I'll leave you more green than Al/
You singing "Let's Stay Together"? Two seconds ago you were talking foul!!/
I'll twist your neck around 180 degrees but you're not an owl/
You have no style, look at you, you little crack child//

Whatchu need to prove? I never had no beef withchu/
You f*ckin pikachu. You wish you could beat me, dude//

I'm pumped up. Verbal steroids, lyrical serotonin/
You won't survive this adrenaline rush. I'm outlasting all opponents.//

You need to take your rhymes and throw em out the window./
I'll punch you in your face and make you bend back worse than limbo./
Play you like Super Nintendo.//

You and some guy were arguing over Blake in the back of the movie Isle/



Just in case you dident know, blake is a gay kid at our school that comes on to everyone.