| The Golden Chyld | IP: 
 
 This cat got no legs Tryin' to give me a run in text "The Regime ... Where Your Not" No kiddin' son I left
 Die "vet" - Pre write your verse so U can lose kindly
 Still gonna look like ur avvy - Throwin' punches blindly
 It's hard to be timely Wit/out a watch dog I riddle fakes
 Dude supposedly ate 59 MC's ... Yet still a middle weight
 This cat gotta be a atheist the way him winnin' is hopeless
 Webster gave U a promise of success in this battle -
 I guess he broke it
 Ur a bad hostess dog - Im the one servin' U Auspic
 Looks like U had an omen on ur shoulder ...
 Till it flew away and U lost it
 
 *Taktik approved the edit of one word
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