I know what real beef is, you don't need ta comfort me...
But you see the worst case scenario, since ya name is Kaos Theory.
Ironic then, that you didn't see ya own whack verse comin...
Shoulda called a pet psychic, cuz I'm a have this bitch hummin.
From knocked out fangs, canines and molars too, missing...
So ya never rhyme again, but'll win awards at dick kissing.

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