Why would you shoot his girl with a glock?
I was just about to poke her with my...
That's right, I went there with his girl
It's his fault, his rhymes make me wanna hurl
In this battle, Tiburon has my vote
The other couldn't hit a single note
Then again, unlike you guys, I know I'm a phony
I'm like Millie Vanillie full of baloney
That rhyme was good, the one with the fever
Poor chap is chopped up, we used a meat cleaver
Let's put this on pause, the puck's about to be dropped
We can all agree, Atlanta's about to get popped.