alrite listen up born, this round 2, the rematch, revenge time--

--they say the only thing sweeter than a victory, is revenge from 1 against someone like this G//
im gonna shuve my lyrics so far far down ya throat u won't help but "choke"//
your a joke who spends his time lukin 4 a bloke-who'll-poke//
gay bitch penetratin ass-holes 2 stay rich//
ya fellow homos will pay 2 av an ich stratched by your "pin"//
everytime they ring u wiv a problem u luk deep "within" (them), occasionally pearsin the skin//
born my rhymes leave u in a trance, cos they got more beat than "n-trance"//
i win this battle cos i've seen more guts from france, n im the 1 reppin a one-eyed snake in my pants// (france pussyin out of war)
my rhymes more flamable than toxic gas, im an upper class, nxt time ask call u make a shameful "pass"//
born to kill? well im still standin, wiv punches landin, elevatin my shit while yours is hangin--//
low! u mite aswell no show, u on the green mile ere, front row//
my rhymes the execution, a revelution of pain where no one can figure out a reasonable solution//
not even u, born, born 2 perform--gay porn, on eltons lawn from dusk till dawn//
yawn! ya rhymes so borin i read them at nite 2 sleep, keep on droppin dawg there like a traquiliser, put me down deep!

uppin!