I'll knock ya writer's block off fag, tear apart your retreating smarts,
And i'd bleed your wack ass dry but you ain't even beating hearts!,
I got ya devoured and flayed, this false Tech's wack at his trade,
Fag's got screws loose, structure crumbles leaving votes swayed,
Technician only spits shit, quick wit got him winded like the breeze,
Bitch'd rather flee than step to me, this faggot scared to cross t's!,
Like a fat marathon runner, watch as his afraid voice gets hoarse,
Everyone'd rather see you off tracks like ya career's run it's course!,
Livin' at Cloud 420, so it hits you plane that you've been merked,
Acting hard in battles, i'm the agent, my punches have ya worked,
Scared of your own shadow, i'm blurring the lines between the two,
Because after this battle Technican, you'll also be black and blue

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder