[Round 2: Wizard]
Scizz is like those thin cigarettes; tiny fag
He's obsessed with twelve inches like he's vinyl mad
You can dress like me all you want, you'll never have my kind of swag
And I stay strapped, yeah, rock climber's bag
Yeah, you're damn right I clap heat
I'll go to my arsenal, get the eight, it's on your chest; Nasri
Speaking of arsenal, fuck your manager
I'll shoot him in his quiet house, it'll make a hell of a racket; Slazenger
And every battle I'm in is a motherfucking classic
If I pull the beam out, you won't do nothing, you faggot
When I start busting the ratchet, you'll be like a pissed off gardener when my slugs fuck up your cabbage
I've got Glocks too
If it's beef, then the end of the burner is smoking like hot food
If the heat's on dude, then my team pop you, yeah I squeeze the pump, no Reebok shoe
Yo, let's go

[Round 2: Scizzahz]
In the first round he dissed my missus, that needs to stop
She grew up on the Eastern Bloc; every day she squeezed them Glocks
Do you carry a pistol when you're delivering pizzas boss?
Actually, can I get a pepperoni passion, halapeños and extra cheese on top
I bust the wettest piece, when I'm letting 'em squeeze
Your gun bars are Vauxhall Conference, mines are Premier League
When I'm collecting the cheese, you don't wanna test fam
Cause I stay with them hammers like West Ham's best fans
Why you starting shit? I've got more guns than the Gaza strip
I put the cannon to your chest like you're wearing the Arsenal strip
Why are you even trying to rap? You speak aloud, I'll beat you down
You'll be like Peter Crouch, find the nine to your back
Basically, you don't blaze on streets
The only time he sprays the heat is when his radiator leaks
Stick to making beats, or your melon splits like this
I roll with the pump, like a well equipped cyclist
Mess with the homey Scizz, you know the risks
Watching my battles on repeat is the only time he's reloading clips
And I'm the one clipping magazines, so when my people go nuts you won't be okay when they blam the heat, hello