I almost missed this shit... in the nick of time....
as the clock ticks down, will Curt even show?//
naw I’m teasin’ tho, this dope’s in my trunk with the weed and blow//
had to curtly hurt Curt B- my words be complex//
I could “phone this in”, yet still make ‘em panic like bomb threats//
this contents, filthy like porn- compared to my opponent’s//
since he ain’t got the balls to post shit… I put the onus on cahones//
my minds explosive… and Curt wants a piece of it//
so watch him get blown to bits by this release of cohesiveness//
believe-it-bitch… you can’t touch seak, I only let-your-mom//
seduce the bitch wit my lexicon- “Transform” words like Decepticon//
but it’s no deceptive con, no exception to the rule//
that I rule with words… an exceptional weapon to the cruel//
with an iron fist, hit with scripts, that make ya spirit lift and leave us//
cause I “throw bricks” to make a strong point like the pyramids at Giza//
why test these nuts? It’s clear you plainly suck//
so ugly, you can’t ‘get lucky’… while I’m fuckin lady luck//
the Siccness atheist… the sickest and craziest//
inflict infection- have ‘em foaming at the mouth like rabies does//
for an injection of this veteran verbiage//
it’s that time of the month- make this pussy bleed from more than the cervix//
damn Curt it’s… our rematch, and the ‘vets’ are havin flash backs//
of 2k3 and you and me in the league as the last match//
and like then, you’re the “butt” of my jokes- no ass gets the last laugh//
probly asked Fatal for this match, but I ran through this “trap” like a halfback//
**DRAW** 
