Here I go again, with the flow again
Can’t believe I have to slap this hoe again
You’re not on my level, accept the facts
Neither were Pakalicous, Brakes or Shnazz
Reading your childish rhymes make eyes hurt
What are you doing Julie? This aint Cartoon Network
This must be amateur night and Julie is on the mic
I’ll have to set you straight like Tina got from Ike
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met me yet
Your rhymes sound like something a drunken Britney Spears said
What’s that smell? Oh it’s the smell of your defeat
I'm so ill and elite like a Hilton Presidential suite
It’s easy for you to say you’re the ****
Cause you got the style and smell that comes with it
I admit, it took me some time to write
But unlike you I have a social life
Do you feel the cuts of my lyrical knife
I’m starting to “Own” you like me first name was “Clive”
I control this battle, you can call it a wrap
This bitch is recycling rhymes, that Santa line is still wack
I think you and Lerkot would get along nice
You got the same toenails and could share head lice
Like Harris Publications, this girl got issues
Stop crying Julie, give this brat some tissues
I light you up like the wick that's on a candle
I’m going out of my mind, I’m too much to handle
I’m so hot even on my wackiest days
I’ll heat you up, spin you around, call me a microwave
Women emancipation aint nothing but a joke
You need a rich guy in your life, else you were broke
I’m about as Cool as J, but I have to let you know
This time I’m Canibus and it’s Second Round K.O.