Its simple-to-see ill cripple-u-wit-ease so u can be Handi wit Caps like people-wit-lime-disease...//
U aint a big-dipper-to-me sand ur stars up so ur punches circle around me like ripples-in-seas//
Ill toss u Aretha so u can catch-respect ur not a match-for-Shep ur crew watches as u get latched-wit-tecs...//
As i bend u backwards so ur ass stays attached-to-yur-text so the SHIT u come up wit can match-ur-best//
If i hand u Mikes then u only speak-in-to-the-ass but since the game aint gay its assured u wont go-far...//
My punches hit hard enough to leave streaks-in-your-past cuz this match is uneven like the flow-in-ur-bars//
U style is unnoticed ur punches??? on the toilet u miss-urself u should grab ur mom and ask that bitch-for-help...//
Ill rip-ur-wealth but i dont need to do it since in ur OWN VERSE u gona manage to miss me and DISS-URSELF!!!!//
I’ll punch the sky now, meteor shower the spot and leave you tied down//
After my win I’ll force him to “shoot hoops with his optics" and watch him ''ball his eyes out'//

FINISHER
You see...I dont need more-than 11 bars to kill-cats//
-I'm like "Rosie O'Donell-on-Slim Fast", I'm still-phat (fat)//

UR TURN BITCH NOW HURRY
11 bars...1 over have a cry...