Yo.

Biddy, I spit this shit with respect for you but expect no mercy. I intend to kill you lyrically, mysteriously so take your ass back to Philly, B./
I'm about to shake you like Allen Iverson, I'm drivin you straight back to hole you came from so don't THINK about survivin./
It's time for B-Dazzle to take over this town, so lemme murder this clown, send you back to the dog pound and like Queen Latifah I'm gonna Bring your HOUSE down./
My rhyme that I spit will give you bad Nightmares, raise your hair on the back of your neck and fill your head up like you were a chocolate ECLAIR./
I'm about to smoke you like a Phillies blunt, hunt you down and make you grunt like you were my girls cunt./
This musical shock wave will cut you like a razor blade, make you suffer like a slave and have you WISHIN you had died of AIDS./
Your battle skill is missing a peg, plead and beg, while you were being concieved the best part about YOU rolled down your momma's leg./
You ain't shit but a little Philly Bitch, why am I even battling this wannabe Will Smith?/
It's a shame that you're rap game is lame, but no ones to blame-Don't hate the playa, hate the game./
Look, take a train back to Philly crook, I can tell you're a bit shook so just keep writing your Nursery rhymes in your composition book./
Nobody is feeling you Central, it's just confidential. When the first of the month comes use all your money to buy a magic pencil./
I'm done now B, I gotta go. I'm meeting your ho at that MO-tel 6 down the road. But don't explode it's just something you have to know, when I bust my load all over her chode, I'll let her know that you won't be home./