Yo, Classick.
For old times sake.
Like ya said, 14 lines...
Yada, yada, yada.


Like a man in the desert without an oasis, you'll dehydrate in just a MINUTE.
My metas tease like a full canteen, my disses shoot holes through IT.
Why ya actin WHACK? Why ya doin THAT? Kid, go learn some MANNERS.
Get polite, FOOL, Go to etiquette SCHOOL, or get your dome blown like SCANNERS.
Blazing the highway, I see your ass there and quickly turn on my BRIGHTS.
Look at you now, stone cold frozen, a whack deer in my dope HEADLIGHTS.
HEADLICE? I said HEADLIGHTS, I wasn't talkin about your SCALP.
Pay attention QUICK, or get that ass KICKED, from here to the Fuckin French ALPS.
Like Alexander The Great, the only tear I SHED, drops alone and in my HEAD.
Crush your flanks, destroyed your calvary, your lyrical army's DEAD.
You're DEFEATED, your skills RETREATED, leveled by this war MONGER.
So I'll CHILL and ILL, and realize, "There are no more worlds to CONQUER".

Ok, old rival...
Now you.

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