alrite...

I said 15 lines not 12 nigga what are you stupid?//
this faggot could'nt get laid if his name was cupid//
mr ice-man, mr cool, heres some advice dogg go back to lyrical school//
but don't think for one second that this verse is a class//
fuck it i'd rather slap you wit a fistful of glass//
you run round these pages lickin' emcee's ass in the hope they'll pity vote so you won't come last//
but this ain't like your last two battles//
see this time your battlin' a soldier//
your like lil' bow wow only older, much older//
so old like your verse its all already been told, all your shits already been sold//
as soon as the 1st line of this shit hits you you'll fold//
so about now you begin to panic//
like laurynn hill da morning after when she realised she was'nt on da pill//
when i spat it seemed like time stood still//
it can't be easy competing with this skill//
you shoulda jus bowed out dogg, submitted, fuck maybe even quitted//
long before i even spitted, nigga you shoulda splitted,//
jus' face it you've been outwitted, outclassed your iceman 06 n like da last five you won't last//