Yo, you in BombZ world, I rate you as an Ex-Elite, don't complain to me cuz ya' text cant compete//
Chant hexes to believe you'll go to bed tonight satisfied and relieved//
Cant come clean, the rules are stated, so don't get the urge to 'feed'//
Ya' winning battles by steadily editing lines that're weak//
Opposite of steep, this nigghah is head down hill on a fuqin loosin' streak//(He hasn't won yet)
But he still wants a rematch, he's prepared to be re-attatched and latched back on to his state of whack stats//
Crack ya' skillz so I can see ya' dramatic fortune, Light ya' rap-game up to flames as I order the skamatic as ya' torchin'//
Importing important files of flowz for ya' pleasure of deleting//
couldn't handle each one I spit if my skillz begun decreasin'//
Improving my record from these re-matches as I continue to advance from each win//
Prolifik is slowly fading from the picture like his skillz cuz it's bleachin'//
Split his wig, his flowz is leakin//
End this session quickly lettin' "defeat" be the last thing he'll be thinking//