I'm a start rippin and have ya ass trippin cuz like I did ya girl's clothes, ya dignity I'm strippin...
Knock ya ass over like when kids play "red rover" so it reminds me of ya bitch when she said, "Born to Kill, cum over!"
This is vet versus vet and if this were chess I'd move like a queen and treat ya like a pawn...
Ya record says "bird of prey" but ya manicurist got carried away, cuz Franchise, ya "talons" (talents) gone...
I'm a take this decision cuz ya rhymes are like ya dick, limp and in-efficient...
Ya need a magic lamp for wishin but they ain't in existence so ya keep bringin beef just minus the nutrition.
So ya spit like a bad moonsault the way ya mis-direct and battlin me is like landin wrong, cuz I'm a break ya neck...
When ya "wrestle" with words ya ass gets pinned cuz ya like a skinny Rikishi the way ya "phatness" has thinned.
Ya don't rap ya recite that spit ya pre-write and even then ya can't manage to put up a fight...
Lemme shed some light on Franchise's plight, he spits like the elastic on his 5 year old underwear...far from tight.
Ya talent's elevation is in rewind cuz ya tried ta "drop shit" but came back ta when ya dined...(think about it)
And this battle sped ya up, now ya a fetus and soon just a nut not left dad's penis.
I'm leadin this race but still in last place, do ya get what I'm meanin, G?
I'm winnin unanimously, cuz very simply, this battle begins and ends with me!

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