R.I.P Blaze_2k4

Your chest’ll be all full of holes when you feel my flow
I’ll leave your body cold like an Eskimo
I just tattooed my name across your body bag
You tombstone will say: “Here lays the rapping fag”
But hey, nowadays gay-bashing aint the way
Even Eminem and Dre say homos are okay
You should be honored that you’re going down in history
A decade from now your defeat won’t be a mystery
But soon you’ll be a myth to me, a ghost remembered distantly
By all cats who witnessed the last hours of your misery
Now you spinnin’ dizzily
You think you spittin but you really just aint hittin’ me
I’m the phantom, original Shinobi, Back from the grave like Obi-Won-Kenobi
My rhymes are tight like a noose and I know you fuckin hate it
I put a date on your grave cause my work is always dated
So now you bitches know, Dyslexic brings the fire
I’ll put this dog to sleep so he can just fuckin retire

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