Aight look. Yo.

King One, let me tell you a little about B-Dazzle.
You ain't shit ho, I'M the King of THIS castle./
You're bling is plastic King. You carry fools gold.
I replace your crown with a queens gown then toss you out in the cold./
In this castle king, you're just a jester.
I shove a lightbulb in your mouth and rename you Uncle Fester./
The rhymes that I spit are meant to intice.
Your rhymes sound like a mixture of the Spice Girls and Vanilla ice./
Enough with dad jokes before I sue.
At least I have a dad! You came from a test tube!/
Look at yo GRILL dawg! You embarrased?
You should be, all you're teeth are FAKE 24 Karats./
Yeah I'm 0-2 King, but no sweat.
Judging by YOUR rhyme, you on't know the ALPHABET!/
A B C D E F G, come on King-sing along wit me.
H I J K L M N, bitch ass King was NOT rhymin./
Now you have-just been Razzled.
You've just been bitch slapped by B-Dazzle./
I'll send a telegram to your family just one time.
Explain how you were killed on the Front Line./
But this isn't a war, it's a battle.
Take this mic back, now that you've heard B-Dazzle./