second round, same as the first, mangle his verse...
two hits of morphene i spit leave him painlessly murked...

my hatred is versed in perfect form to stop the ruckus...
dude should change his name from 'bloodyhookz' to 'sloppypunchez'...

i'll get you locked in dungeons, it's not for nothin'...
mutilate you with things you're used to, Glocks and crutches...

you're not gon' touch this, drop your third, i hate waitin'...
spit so sick get sympathetic letters from AIDS patients...

convey greatness, no way you'll ever match the skills...
put your played gun talk away and let me rap for real...

attack the field, i'm Earl Campbell when i read rhymes...
spit so hard, i've broke my own ribs three times...

defeat weak lines, penetrate your city gates...
barbarian-type flows, i'm conquerin' your mental state...

i demonstrate dominance, it's time to submit...
somebody PLEASE give me a challenge, i'm tired of this shit...