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Ur the King?More like the Bitch of the [Palace]
My Mic as my weapon hitten u harder then a [Malace]<--old weapon
Your Name suits u cause ur rhymes are old like the [Midevil]
You Spit like a Wench U call urself the King its [Unbelivable]
Ur rhymes come out like a Kid throwin [Stones]
Im shootin off catapults leavin u in [Bones]
Your Flow blows more then a Pregnant [Chick]
If this was Basketball ud shoot nothin but [Bricks]
I just Destroyed U and ur Enitre Lyrical [Court]<--old word
Well i sent u on a Futuristic ride to hell andu cant [Abort]

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