yo...
ima place a bet on this battle knowin, like counterfeiting play money his styles a cheap-fake/
he thought usin a broom was his best chance of winnin a sweep-stakes!/ (same chance of winnin this battle)
the hick must live on a farm but killin cattle aint the only time he's shot-the-bull/
the guidelines are..you FUKIN SUCK...ya remember ja...but musta forgot the rule/


like havin sex with dracula in this battle he's down for the count/ (the count is dracula)
ya crack-me-up..to wat extent do this clowns-votes-amount?/
..he'd be dead broke if vet wins were charged-to-account/ (lol)

ya musta missed the point...ya rap games a forgotten memory like i hid ya brain in the lost&found/
ya wont rebound but resort to usin not so damaging-quotes that lost you ground/ (fallin behind)

ya punches are similar to city parkin lots..they aint never land/
cant get the crowd to 'bounce to that' if ya made them stand on a 'rubber-band'/ (big one lol)

ya future is grim homie...you think your a top ten but ya style's almost as worn out as my timb/
think ya a radical rapper but i'd have to hang you on my tree for you to go out on a limb

beatin me...dont even try u aint able...he thought flipped-furniture meant a turn-table/

standin in brazilian rivers is the only time his flows amaz'on/ (amazing)/ (amazon a river)
ill stop killin and give ya some 'lighter fluid' to get ya 'flow blazin'/

write 15 or under dawg....lookin forward to this...