Ok. Either way:

It's been awhile... since I've been in a battle
I wasn't gonna come, but I figger he might tattle
I came anyway..fighting off my defiance
Careful what you say lest you wake up a sleeping giant
You wanna go a round..wanna make me flex again
Only thing you'll mow over is my lawn like you a fuckin Mexican
Ready, set, go everyone it's time for lyrical sex again
Last time around I had y'all all in spasms
Hit you back to back with verbal orgasms
You already know you've lost, I've got you scared to start
Young punk with no heart
And no balls
Opening your mouth but only flapping your jaws
Now pause
And silence as I come front and center
You're a sinner turned repenter
Next time, fool, bow down when I enter
My lyrics hit hard leave you toothless, cuz I'm too sick
The outcome is you gotta use a broomstick as a toothpick
I'm the King of this board, the freestyle crown's in my hand
Come at me with Peter Pan punches knowing they'll Never Land
I'll knock you down with lyrical rounds you won't even feel it
Flushing the toilet's the only time you'll ever kill shit
You're not real, you're a muthafuccin faker, you see
I'm out, mutherfuccer..see you...later, QD.

Later, QD.