aight, 10-20 lines as i called out in bitchslapped

why looky here, its the kid from the patch of cabbages//
you came to RB but didnt expect this new-B to be a savage//
i checked the dictionary, Chris Wood 3- noun- by definition//
some stupid ass herb on a suicide mission about to face oblivion//
i understand why wood's in his name, heres some viagra//
better hide your bitch before i run-and-grab-her//
listen to your soul, mind and body in unison and harmony//
they're saying you shit, here the chant? your raps? "ha-funny"//
2 pac avatar, whyd i battle ya? the only time you hard//
is when you with your bodyguard, herb i just yanked you form your yard//
i'll pack up my garden tools: hoe, shovel and water bottle//
faggot go back and learn to sew, victory is my force on full throttle//