Schnazz, you lack pizzazz and razzmatazz
I’ll whoop your ass so bad, you’ll be calling me ‘Dad’
Battle of the best? Well, you got that half right
I grasp mics and start fights with chumps that can’t rhyme
My lyrics penetrate your brain and cause devastation
Don’t know why I showed up, you already lost to my reputation
You think your little feeble raps concern me?
I don’t look for respect, respect must earn me
I know you’ve been planning for weeks, just in case you got me
But no amount of preparation can prepare you for Da B
This ain’t no amateur night, your rhyming against a pro
One swig of my ‘Brake Fluid’ and its over don’t you know
Got you thinking that you don’t want me to open the poll
Don’t make me post your PM bout how I’m ‘too dope to control’
So I’ll end this with a sentence that’s easy to comprehend kid
Schnazz you’re a half wit, now go vote for me to win this