First time was a fluke. We both know i'm better than u Curse/
U couldn't win this shit if Sureal came back in & edited ur verse/
Battlin' R-Dot? Ur just askin' 2 die/
I'm lyrically known 2 bring the *pain* like window delivery guys/ (window pane)
Pull Jay-Z out ur avi & tell him give u a verse 2 send in/
The *outcome of this shit* will still be black & white like i *shitted a penguin*/
Better come with all types of black magic & heavy artillery/
Because like fetuses in the 7th month u can't get rid me/
Get it right, ur record is nothin' but hype/
Dawg ur punches hit as hard as faggots in pillow fights/
The way i flip when i'm spittin' razors is rippin' u cuz/
This battle? No split in decision ur on a crash collision like Left-Eye's Expedition was/
Flowin' against me is suicidal. When i battle u smile dude/
R-Dot's ur idol. Ur arthritic flow makes it easy 2 snatch back my title/
Remember the name. RB legend. I'm the sickest that spits/
I could make condoms out of my skin and u still couldn't fuck with the kid/

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... U better hope i don't remember ur name/
'Cause i'm dryvyn drunk hyttyn pedestryans on memory lane/