Check it.

Formula is forming a hot streak, i'm not beat, it's been said
You can't rip me B, even if you was 'Wolverine for-a-thread' (for a day)

You're sweating bullets, knowing you're about to get dissed
Don't mean to give you 'stress', but you need to let um know you're a miss (Mistress, female)

Punches punishing ya cranium, i'm controlling the battle scene
You went on ya knees N prayed once you realized you was battling me

Girly beat you, there's some serious DRing at RB
Face to the cement bitch, you can finally say "Eye R the Streets"

5-0 in the votes, KO, Formula knotted up at two-n-two
I could battle twice, and still defeat you as one against two-of-you (Me vs. two of him)

Damn, not good verses comin from me tonight. Should be a good battle tho. 1.