@dfc100,
Yeah, I listen to JB, but I listen to a lot;
Biggie, Kid Capri, Nas and Pac.
If you really want to battle me, I'll put you on the spot.
Open up, I'll spoon-feed you food for thought.
I am a prodigy, universal sovereignty.
Spitting unconsciously, depthless psychology.
Regard me as a true anomaly, quality over quantity.
You're only low comedy, trying hard at this monopoly.
I bet you stand in the mirror and watch yourself flex.
I don't know your age, but I know you'll never have sex.
Desperation drives your veins, so you roll up to Hooter's,
taking pictures of the girls so you can upload them on your computer.
But inside, your really a closet-homo with a nefarious creed.
That's one example of how we are two different breeds.
I'm like a mad scientist plotting diabolical deeds;
you're on Craigslist fulfilling transsexual needs.
My verses pour out like streamline flow.
Don't fumble and mumble for a comeback, let it go.
Your whole life has been messy like a sloppy joe,
you've resorted to gripping dicks and swapping out to blow.
I am a lyricist, a ghost writer,
emblazoned like Ghost Rider.
Line for line, I'm a heavy hitter like German bombs.
Unlimited rhapsodies, delivering like Papa Johns.