Now it starts, I'm ur worst fear wit my fin stickin out for it's prey like a shark, switch gears, make a comeback like Paul Pierce my shit's becomin fierce, ur punches were more like remarks bein similar to queer slaps, they aint hard/
Bitch actin smart usin big words, but in freestylin he comes more softer than a fart which can't even cause a fire to spark/
Dawg so weak he begs me to help spot him bench-press only the bar/
Pre-Write is Haiks thesis, without it he's speechless, it's his most devastating unlocked secret besides his small hairless penis/
Doesn't it fuckin make u sick, u can't stand it, go ahead and vomit, hope it's green like peas cuz I know u got a headache wit yo head spinnin like "The Exorcist"/
Tryin to beat me dawg, u need to think happy thoughts while diggin ur toes in the beach sand, cuz like Peter Pan, those punches, and ur chance of a victory is in "Never Never Land"/
U'll need a miracle to beat me like Lebron James bein a miracle for the Cleveland Cavs/
So SHOOK, SHOOK, SHOOK, SHOOK....That's right bitch I'm gon "Make u Look", like the stupid one and lose, and wished u never held the mic wit one hand like Captain Hook/
So nigga, fuck u and ur gay-ass Regime crew, After dis battle, Imma be the talk of the town in 808, cuz after I win everyone will be lik Haik-WHO?/
So roll the red carpet, get my coat and my crown, stick wit ur roots, and stay down there, cuz I'm the king now, I rule everything and that's includin yo wannabe ghetto scrub K-Town/(Haiku, u know what I'm talkin about when I refer to "K-Town")

Sorry for takin long. Forgot all about it. So uppin. Dis was a good match. Good luck Haiku. U'll probably take dis one, but we'll see what happens. Uppin^^^^^