[Freestyle: B-Rabbit] Your style is generic Mines authentic made I roll like a renegade You need clinic aid My technique is bizarre and ill; I scar and k** You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill As I proceed to cook and grill ya That's all that took to k** ya You better recognize me like I look familiar You want to battle You beat around the bush Like you're scared to lick p**y so you eat around the tush I need a clown to push Someone that I can bully Wait a minute I don't think you understand fully See me without a style Is like mustard without the Hienz's I lead the new school You a BUSTA without the RHYMES I crush the sh** out your lines