Shock, lemme get one thing straight. I'll kill you with a rake and cause more controversey then Watergate. My name's not Nixon, but when your blood spills I'll drag across the Mason-Dixon./
I never claimed to be Biggie-and I never will. He's a legend dawg. So fuckin chill. Let the man rest in peace. Your rhyme made no sense, you like were rappin in water TWENTY FEET DEEP./
We're not playing Tetris- but you're a block. Lemme just tell you, MY world wasn't SHOCKED. You spit a good game Shock, but you're a little off. I'm not Peddlin Quarters dawg, I'm slangin rock./
OK shock you win-this is a bitch contest-ya dig? Ya didn't De-Great-Britian. You De-Grated yourself with those lines you were spittin. This isn't Tar Heel Turf, this is Steel City. I roll over you like "The Bus" and have you suckin your mommy's titty./
I must say though shock, I'm impressed. You spat that last rhyme, wearing Elton John's dress. Here, take some Zolof-I can tell you're depressed-or maybe just stressed./
And I'm not a blind actor. I can see fine. I saw clear up to your mom's tonsils-during 69. I saw my cock when she was chokin-naw I'm just playin kid-I'm just jokin./
I pop ecstasy pills while I'm spittin. You? You must write YOUR raps while you're shittin-cuz they stink. I laughed so hard hearing you, I threw up in the sink./
I bust caps till I'm empty. But I missed you. It's ok dawg-just don't tempt me. I roll up in my escalade-see you in your enclave and watch you run and hide like Bin Laden in his cave./
Just stop Ovalating. It will be fine. You wanna flow some good rhymes? Here...have one of mine./
I'm about done so I'l leave you with this. Tell your girl to grow some tits. I felt her up while you were rhymin-oh and after that? I popped her hymen. That's all, I'm done with this battle. take this rhyme to a record studio. Don't forget-my name's B-Dazzle./