Round 14 of 14

You can call me the funk doctor, Dub. Eleven knockouts to date.

its the final round ding ding and the battles on
dub coming through swinging like im barry bonds
im taking you on, and the dub is pulling no punches
my verbal combinations they be landing in bunches
youre done kid, cause you just got lashed by my tongue
in this matrix yous a agent and the dub is the one
got sun on the run, my shots they knock him asunder
dub is pissing lightning and then crapping thunder
its no small wonder, my winning this is a major issue
the dub beat you so bad that you be needing a tissue
ill miss you, reading the paper in the coming weeks
youll be out of the headlines its dubs name they speak
saying native is weak, that he couldnt last three rounds
say you should drop weight classes, man lose a few pounds
now dubs around, so mcs must check they ambitions
cause the dubs blowing shit up on some nuclear fissions
im the new addition, yeah im storming this board
i be posting daily hotness while your shit gets ignored
the crowds floored, cheering for the dub with loudness
saw the way I beat native now they sweating my prowess.

Dub out.