aiight

im pullin wins out, like 'arther' pullin out excalibur the sword,*
i leave him 'cold', just my my calibre, leaves you in the morgue,
like rotten apple cores, the way you battle is jus so fruity,
punches so weak, your lame records from battlin newbies,
bitch, you's gettin fucked more in this battle, kobe tai's clit,
lyrical daggers leave you like sega mega drives, in 32 bits,
punches so forced, they like dicks into helpless rape victims,
i text up so definative, i key up modern fables an scriptures,
time to finish you off, like last food on a hungry kids dinner plate,
wat can you do, because police cannot charge me for verbal rape.

* the story of excalibur, where arther takes the sword out the stone, an no 1 else can *

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