quick key....i got things to do than mess with this herb


punk's lyrically so outta shape.. before our battle he started doing crunches
must of hopped off tha short bus.. cuz all his lines are retarded punches
wordplay's like axes in tha dome.. leaves B with a splitting head ache
blitzing vet weights.. hitting ya shin plate.. causes tendons ripping.. legs brake
yo B.. you were fatally merked.. this fake was living proof that reality hurts
battling this jerk.. he had a heart attack more sudden than Siskel and Ebert
B-Kast.. bobs on boners so much.. he's got got a calloused knee rash
stampede ya ass.. inject car nitros in ya veins.. so you can bleed fast
from what i can tell this bitch is talk.. wouldn't be straight if he was six o' clock
ripped in shock.. B gets gets mad when he loses.. so i'll leave him pissed off