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Rock1n' Flames, you belong inside a freakshow/
Just for you to know ya lost this battle, I'll put it in slow mo/
My lyrical metaphor send you on an acid trip without the acid/
Ya brain's more fried than a guy with a sparkler in Lake Placid/
Bitch you 13 an' you still learnin' multiplication/
The only thing way you get ahead in life is if you blow the entire nation/
You takin' hard shit, while you rip easier than tissue paper/
Ya only skill is bein' an attempted kid raper/
I'll leave you with bruises an' scarres that'll never heal/
Leave ya skin so thin, that it'll come off with a single peel/
Ya seem to be passin out and ya see rainbows in ya head/
But after I'm done with ya, the only coler ya see will be red/
Like Lucky Charms, I'm magically delicious in every way/
The only way ya'll pick up wins is if ya battle grandpas on Park Avenue Way/

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn