http://board.rapmusic.com/emcee-battle-area/1263019-challenge-mr-freeze-vs-smittyrhythm.html Time's up old man winter Your ‘act’ is exposed, you lack components for that which a rap is composed No matter how many CAPS n “quotes” or both, contrast to me it aint half as "BOLD" You think you ‘Missed’a Freeze’ tag? I'll stiff-arm stab his pass- then he's 'out cold'- Cuz Ima' run 'It' and 'Afro'ze' dont make you fast, so fatso, now you're the ‘LAST TO GO!!’ You gonna think his ‘fashion’s cold after I 'tag' his toe, cuz with fag’s this old I kill em til their ‘casket clothes’d Double-tap em ‘two smokin holes’ just like a Dragon’s nose will have em spittin raps and gaspin through a plastic hose My mother told me all about you, and how you earned as a skeet sleaze Cuz at the ‘bank’ where she got pregnant they ‘keep the sperm in a deep-Freeze’ There’s so much ‘seamen’ between his cheeks he squeeze out submarine feces Now that’s a ‘Sea Section’, but his recovery from gettin ‘cut’ wasn’t eeeasy You’re 'poppin duds', there’s no gun powder in any ‘round’ that he brings So far he watches ‘TV’ and eats ‘JUNK FOOD’- increasing the pounds in his jeans I spit the fire you 'revolve around' and fries over a thousand degrees So how the fuck do you expect a ‘Sun’ to ever come out of a 'Freeze'?!?!?? Every year it gets more expensive for you September 8th, because the candle’s start to cost more than you’re birthday cake You pushin 40’s like a liquor clerk at first day break, and it’s obvious that you love 'sugar' because your ‘cane sure shakes’! You got a lot in common with your last verse because you ‘sweet on the inside’ Punchin with ‘pixie sticks’, I’ll ‘lick ur ish’ good-bye ya ‘teeth’- when these fists fly You 'Type-too’ geezer, I see 'diabetes' in his ‘stretch mark lines’ and obese rhymes YOU DROP BIG LETTERS? Then how about startin with the ‘LB’s please and de-crease size The crips they call his pad a ‘crypt’ cuz he’s too aged for a ‘crib’; and robbin the 'cradle’s the only time he’s ever ‘came with a kid’ Only thing ‘KLIQ'N from out of his waste’ is when he’s breakin his hip; My beer and chicken it comes in ‘Bucket’s, while you just make it a ‘List’ I will break your score and own this old man’s stats on the gaming floor You ‘shaky’ MC, you’d think he’s drinking E&J with the way that he’s ‘aiming pour’ You’re afraid ya ‘spots’ all ‘washed up’, 'face it', and not the stains on you’re ageing pores Cuz you’re ‘arthritis soars’ cant hang or ‘bang the board’ with names born in ‘84 Need I say more?