{CHRIT starts the boxing match with a punch or 2}

Now u dead Chrit this verse "bust ya top off" like a "shaken up two liter" Evolution, Regime Bitch You a Fagget That im pimpin// 1
Your “shots missin” me like “blind nurses”with “needle-equipment”// 2
just face it..ya childish like bein' scared of tha dark-in-ya-basement// 3
in a battle wit MiC? I suggest you stand-guard, cuz tha only way you'll beat me is if u gimme a hand-job// 4
If You put a “bullet hole” threw “My Heavyweight belt” you still couldn’t get a “title Shot”//5
tha closest u came to wordplay is when you were 8 foolin' wit A-B-C-blocks!!// 6
Your verse is “un-interpretable”,I have to get a wackness “translator”// 7
Chrit's “arguments” will be “unheard”, like ya is a signlanguage “debater”// 8
Your lyrics are *soft*, and what adds to that is that they're published in *paper-back*// 9
Can't catch MiC when his rocket-boosts, by the way, Dr.-Suess wants his papers-back // 10