My verse...
Lemme begin, earn myself respect by gainin this first round win //
Juan's my first appointed victim, winnin this whole tourney's my prescribed prescription //
Your chances of beatin me is "one in a million", aint impressed with ya shit //
Cuz ya chances of derailin Sicc Wit It are as thin as Ally McBeal's wrists //
When I begin my lyrical shootin, put Jaun's brain and mind into confusion //
This verse will give him brain damage, like the o-zone bein destroyed by toxic pollutants //
So screw this...Ima talk a grip of shit but my teeth aint gon' be rotten //
Juan comin outta this round wit a win would be like Christopher Reeves c-walkin //
Ima cause for the whole board to call me the H.N.I.C., but Jaun's mom will call me "sexy" //
As Jaun reads this hes in a frantic frenzy, Ima spit until my vocabularys empty //
So please dont further tempt me, once you read the braccets you wanted to quit before we begun //
If youre a million, Ima million and one, this keystyle battle is officially done, and I certainly won //
Kinda disappointed wit myself, but fucc the excuses. Holla bacc. ~`1`~