Baxter-"Hey Hi, whats up?"
Hi-"Nothing just battleing."
Baxter-"Oh well you wanna.. you know...fuck?"
Hi-"Maybe later I will lose my concentration."

Oh no, Warlords got a no homo, look at those wins, to low, to bad you spit to slow/
"Brown eyes" and "full of shit", even with a "speech impediment" you couldent "spit"/
Spitten encrypted rhymes, people read your spit by bars, mine they read line by line/
Learn to be inspoken, lay on you back and "throw-up", end up "choken"/
Fuckin "shampoo" bottles and you still can't "cum clean", piss white and cum inbetween/
Mind is entrapped in weak spits, subcide you pain and just learn to call it quits/
Like a defective tv, signals come out staticy, you spit 2 lines and it is already over capacity/
You askin for balls so I will present them, stickin wit those spits will have you resent em/
Out of your league, battlin Babe Ruth when you spitten with the guy from Under Seige/
Learn to respect the best, cover you head and take rest, this was not even a test/

Bax-Well you lost so you wanna...you know...fuck?
Hi-Yeah why not, at least it will be a d/r for this battle.