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I could spit a line of filler chaulk full of randomness/
And still whoop b-boy’s personal version of Canibus/
Face it bitch, you’re a battle emcee at best/
Your shit couldn’t get signed if translated to deaf/
Your lines are played to death, ooo Pukk drinks Jack/
Sounds like a game show host, hockey puck, rink, wack/
Let’s think back to when those lines weren’t played/
Kal was rockin’ Cross-Colors and a Kid N’ Play fade/
Played punches past their time’s a bit asinine/
I guess when fresh was handed out, you were last in line/
Get in the now bitch, you’re stuck in past/
But while you’re there, pick my cotton and get to cuttin’ my grass/
You got fans? That theory’s a little weak duke/
You’re so fuckin’ black man, NO ONE sees you/
What’s the deal, you almost seem intelligent to me/
Born in the south, I’m surprised you can read!/
Get a new flow knockoff, you’ll never be Shyne/
I’ll leave the black out this battle like New York in 79/
You thought you won battlegrounds, bitch I let you win/
Diode let you win, Kannon let you win/
Another tourney and Kannon let you in?/
If it hurts, here’s the bullets, we’ll let truth spin/
Matching me against you is a fuckin’ embarrassment/
I’ll fuckin’ rape you so bad you’ll claim sexual harassment/
I’ll leave you touched in the head, like your mental skills review/
Your realness is clear as the air you breathe, see-through/
I ain’t shook, so you best to be savin’ the bark/
Last I time I checked, only kids are afraid of the dark/
Just to give you an idea bout how it’s a fucked match/
I’d leave this bitch burned, but he already looks like a struck match/
Did I mention he’s from the south…./
…. it’s ok, you can laugh now/
You think you’re fuckin’ nice cause you championed Battlegrounds/
I looked back at it, and I wouldn’t be boasting that shit around/
First Round, no show, second round, same thing/
Third Round a vote was thrown out, you were saved big/
Fourth Round people were yawning, you got 2 votes/
Fifth Round, well that was BJ’s idea of a huge joke/
Final Round, you more than lucked out/
Kannon and Di had marital spats, and well, Pukk was out/
Here and now it’s the finals, Kal, I’m sendin’ ya home/
Go cuddle your prize…. I mean wack off to your porn/
Go back to text, it’d make me happy as shit/
And watch Butler sweep you again for the WBL championship/
