I won't stop at bruisin' if that's how you want to be.
I'll slit your throat and make you bleed.
You called the big man for a little one-on-one,
Did you think this would be fun? Think it could be won?

[ Did he just rhyme one with won? He flinches inwardly, but keeps himself from stumbling. ]

It's crazy, your rhymes are lazy.
Thought you'd set the court ablazey,
But you disappoint me, lady.