Flows your battles are weak, like all the others./
I'll kill you and all your mutha fuckin brothers./
I'm climbin to tha top as i always wanted to./
Step up to me i dare ya, cuz i know kung-fu./
Karate chop ya in the throat like bruce lee would./
I'll krumble you into pieces like burnt fire-wood./
Then through ya in the river an let ya filter./
I'll put put ya to rest like tha undertaker from wwf./
This battle iz just bout over, so u better altar./
Shits bout to change as i'ma battler angler.

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Mentally Stressed, Physically Depressed.