I Slit Ya Throat & ‘Serve It’ Burnt in ‘France’ to Make it ‘French-Toast’, Found out You Were Losing to Murderous Method and Started to
Shift-Votes/1
Pink Slipped Ya, You Disagreed like ‘
Broken Lights’, You ‘
Re-Fused It’, I Told the End to Bring a ‘Juke-box’ with a ‘
clock’, Now You Gotta ‘
Face the Music’/2
Come Your Hardest, You Wouldn’t Grow If I’d Plant Your Hands For-Harvest, All You Do Is ‘Draw Banners’, That Proves You’re a Con-‘Artist’/3
You Did it Again? Your Not Britney-spears, You Wont Win This-Here, Bring the ‘Visine’ with You to ‘
Storage’, This Time You’ll ‘
Shed Tears’/4
I Make Words Agree with Terms, Personals in Your Rhymes You Can Never Learn, You Claim Your Hot but Your Rhyme’s as Uneffective as a 3rd Decree Burn/5
You Accept More New ‘B’ Battles than a Class Labeled by ‘Blood Type’, You’d Be Better off Biting like the Shade That Was Once Called Knight/6
Like Putting ‘Genders in Equations’, Your ‘Less than a Man’, Your Schemes of Being a Vet Is a Scam and like ‘Flight 19' in the ‘Bermuda Triangle’.....
Your Rhyme Can Be All ‘Shapes, Sizes & Angles’ but Your Punches ‘Dont Land’/7
Fuck the Weak Shit, Name this Bud Hands of God, this Herb's a 'Flowin-Rookie', Hands of God and Feet of Angels? Ya Mixing Weed with Clits the Way You 'Roll-with-Pussies'/8
I'll Step to Ya When God 'Biting Lines' with 'Right(write) Braces', I'll Staple Ya Hands to My Eardrums Just to Convey in Sign Language/9
Noah’s Ark Was Less Filled than the Verses You Construct, Biblical? Nah Your Power Couldnt Even Make Pimples Erupt, God Is ‘
Mine’, I Aint Sayin Im Goin to Heaven, Just Sayin He’ll Self
Destruct/10 -Hope Ya Get it
I Merk The Hands of God with My ‘Crack Lines’ Til Voters Say Im a ‘Dope Killer’, Im the ‘Re-
Birth’ of ‘Michael Jackson's Videos’..A ‘
Natural Born Thriller’/11
While I Pull Wins, like ‘Jesse Jackson’s Coalition’ You Just ‘P.U.S.H.’, Put the ‘President’ in Your Rhyme with ‘Moses’ & You Still Wouldn’t Have a ‘Burning Bush’!/12
I Get-Applause as Metaphors Rip Ya Skull and Render Your Sprained-Nose-Fractured, Lord I Commit 'Straight-Sin-I-Penetrate-Skin' Until the Blood-in-your 'Veins-Flows-Backwards'/13
Your Rhymes Are a Joke Which Makes You a Damn Clown Who Gives Applauds but Cant Last 1 Round So Save Your Winning Chant, like ‘Spider Monkeys on Ice’, I Got this Battle ‘Hands Down’/14
Your Afraid to get Slipped With ‘Pink’, ‘Don’t Let Me Get Me’ but Even More of a ‘Punk’, My Rhyme Consume You like Lunch So I'll End this Battle Saying...15