Rappad must have been a mispell, he's obviously getting raped//
Couldn't get a *grip* on this battle, if his mic was stuck to his arm with duct-tape//
It's a textual manslaughter, how I de-liver ill scriptures to crush his verse//
Delay the time, your only prolongin the ride in your hearse//
Dead on Arrival, as soon as he signed in he knew he was fucked//
Feathers-Flustered, like pigeons gettin smashed into by 18 wheeler trucks//
I'll hand you an 'L' like black jack dealers handin upside down sevens//
You need a reverand, couldn't be revived if Ghandi performed the blessings//
Ten bars and your done, You got caught pants-down in broad light//
Find a new place to battle, RB don't even want you in their sight(site)//