Aight look.

Mob-stop giving me all this hassle. I'm B-Dazzle. I'll flip you like a graduation tassle. I see you like wearing 70's gangster hats. You're not Al Capone punk, you undertand that? You wanted to battle now it's time to embarrase you- like when Sammy Sosa got caught with a corked bat./
Look Mob, you think you're DEEP but you're not. You're strapped with AK's-and a fake cock. It's like you came right out of Bonnie and Clyde-with the same result BITCH-you're gonna die./
B-Dazzle don't care about your AK, it's ok I don't play that sport. I'm the type to strip your neck and burn your eye out wit my NEWPORT. I'll grab the icicle in my freezer that saved from this past winter-then stab you in your other eye and give you an ice splinter./
Oh look, now you have no eyeballs, I'm sorry. Fuck it. Let me throw you a Rave party. What kind of drugs you want? Some Perks? I have some drugs that will have you talking to Papa Smurf./
Fuck the rave AND your Posse. I'm the lyrical serial killa. Ill throw you with the rest of the dead bodies. Now you're number 30. I only need ten more now-I'm retiring at 40./
Oops, I lied again. Fuck retirment. I'll stuff you like a Taxidermist and hang you in my basement-Save your intestines and use them for sausage casings./
I'm a Cannibal, but not Hannibal. I'll silence you like a lamb by cutting out you mandible. Don't bother yelling, no one will hear you. By the way, here's you AK-I'm using it to light this candle./
So, are you a gangsta? Or a wanksta? I'll call my homies over and have THEM spank ya. I'll tell them to bring over a blow torch. Throw a can of gas all over your porch and watch you burn into a crusty corpse./
Sounds like fun doesn't it? Don't worry..it won't hurt a bit. You'll be so high off of this bag a mushrooms you'll OD TWICE you piece of shit./
Look bitch, I'm done battlin. I don't care if I win. I just like watching you burn in hell while I'm drinkin Juice and Gin. So spit at me Mob, lets see what you got. Oh, here's the number for Jenny Craig-fuckin slob./