Here we go... sorry for takin' so long. I only did 10... but the lines are sorta long... so it counts like 14.

Born to kill, you should’ve been killed when you were born, better yet… why weren’t you “born” still/(stillborn)
Your verse is lousy, it makes me drowsy… you must be spittin’ sleepin’ pills, your win/loss total is equal… but you really think you ill?/

Talkin’ ‘bout murder when you couldn’t kill a stank decayin’-corpse… too busy tryin’ to “get-a-head” at work, that’s why your voice is goin’ hoarse/
Call me Tiger Woods the way i’ll fill this kid up with more holes, then a twenty-acre-golf-course… he wants to reign “supreme”, so he’s headin’ for the courts/

Your flow reminds me of a helicopter, it’s choppy, he can’t “control-his-flow”… must be why he’s gotta wear depends/
Battlin’ me, you don’t want WAR*… he’s like, “why-don’t-we-be-friends?”, Born started rappin’ after eight mile… cuz he’s all about the trends/

This kid ain’t a real emcee… he’s way too feminine, none of his punches connect… like nerve impulses in a broken-brain-stem/
B2k gets stuffed with more dick… them Elton John did Eminem, you comin’ with a whack verse… I’ll shut you down quicker then buildings that have been condemned/

This faggot is gettin’ “sacked” more then David Carr of the Houston Texans, stop fuckin’ with the vets… you’re still dreamin’ of Neverland and Peter Pan/
He can’t get a real woman, so this is tonight’s plan… go down to the newsstand, buy a-playgirl-issue-of-a-sexy-man, then spend the rest of the night with his hand/

*WAR, they're an old group from the 80's i think... and they had this one song called, "Why don't we be friends"