You broke the rules, i said forty minutes was the limit/
now i'm so confused, should i wait or should i begin this/
it doesn't matter, cuz whatever i choose, i know i will win it/
i think you'll lose cuz you've been schooled since my very first sentence/
battling you is senseless, there's no point, this joint is avoiding failure/
i'm a palace, you're a trailor, i'm the ocean, your a sailor/
-there's a- point -where a- newbie begins to breakdown and quit/
you thought you could spit sick, this is a risk you dished for shit/
listen up buttercups, before you get stuffed/
here on RB, we don't play with barbies, we play real rough/
though you think you're tough, this is some advice: back off before you get crushed/
i don't wanna ruin you're life, i want you to eventually get a wife/
but when you battle me, i'ma killa ya with my lyrical knife/
despite what you thought, you're not hot, ain't got skill/
i think you're battling on RB, simply for the thrills/
no pills could cure you're verse, no drink could quench your thirst/
when i burst, i come out first, you're the wost, OK? i know that truth hurts/
that purse you carry is barely able to nurse your curse/
i'll tear your shirt with my words, they're magical/
you're verse is so corny, it's so freakin laughable/
now i'm at my limit, 20 lines max/
i don't need a finisher, i think i can relax.