I'm going against the C.E.N.T, this is, well.. too easy,
People say my rhymes have flavor; your's smell too cheesy.
Come on, Centz, you don't want it, it's your pain to see,
Put money on him, you'll be in more debt than Jermaine Dupri.
I'll blind you with bright lines, let the stars flash,
Punches so hard, it'll look like my fists and ya face got in a car crash.
Centz making a return? Nobody said you were back,
You freestyled in the mirror and ya reflection said you were whack.
I'd diss your sex life, but.. there's none. Oh well.
Last time you saw pussy, it had whiskers and a tail!
You losing is pretty obvious, the chances, I doubt slim,
You should just 'kiss the game goodbye' like Jada's last album.
Stab you in the chest and have the knife glistening through it,
Your album is like country music.. nobody wants to be caught listening to it.
You'll get tortured with my metaphors and other possible forces,
Fuck it, I'll leave ya body full of holes like obstacle courses.

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