This kid claims he spits Words~Perfected like he’s mastered B.rutally R.ippin E.mcees
Truth is I’m masterin “separation” of this kid’s limbs when he freezes up with raps hardly hot enough to reach “six degrees”/

Please it’s no mystery the B. in ya crew title stands for rippin emcees “barely”
His crew of “stooges” wanna battle tag-style but I’m muderin Curly, Mo, and givin the “Bird” to this wanna-be “Larry”/ (middle fingers raised)

You dared me, “I dare you” like Black Rob my punches will have this half-way crook shook blurtin to himself “Woah”
Smack this cartoonish fool upside the head, hittin a “Homer” fracturing his dome, making this “Simpson” look-a-like scream “Doh!”/

Although I respect the fact this kid stepped up to the plate, he’s tryin to go to war on the wrong diamond
While I throw punches from all sides he’s abusin “sausages” like an ass-“Pirate” following in the footsteps of “R. Simon”/

Takin time to 10-line this bitch into submission like I have his face secured in vice grips
Squash his hopes of winning cause he just a lightweight and he’s foldin like porn-star vagina lips/