Battle at Own // I’m about to Rattle your Dome
Send you battered and bruised // Son ski-daddling home
Cause you ain’t a real champ // you were some chump on the throne
I’m about to give you brain cramps // with the punches I’m throwing
I’m crunching your bones // rhyme rearranged your frame
There ain’t nothing "real" about you // so you changed your name
Who you fooling, you don’t kill it // BAOR your shits just plain
While my style is "John Blaze" // cause I " Bring the Pain "
Fix your brain… // if you think you really gone win
when I knock your ass out // they can count to a hundred and ten
I’ll even fly to where you at // count to a hundred again
And BAOR will still be lying there // just watching the room spin
Not moving // tongue hanging out of his mouth
Even Troof will be like // " you got knocked the fuck out "
tried to swing for the fences // missed and struck out
Now this bitch got exposed ( Expos )// like Montreal’s dug out
I Keep climbing focused // never planning crash
Turn this five star joker // to a Private first class
his styles mediocre // I’m not saying the shits trash
But there’s flies all over it// and its starting to stink fast
Witcha bitch ass // BAOR stick to making the beats
Cause ain’t no way on the microphone // that your fucking with me
You were the "champ" with Chairmen // Dawg…bringing the heat
Now you a "has been" with "5 star" / taking a seat……….
