I left-the-whore-dying as he bled-galore-trying to defeat the immaculate one//
I’m hazardous dun, like blind policeman shooting ur shots were inaccurate son//
Feel the crunch-from-the-‘sun’ if it’s about ‘chips’ as you munch-on-the-cum//
Kid ‘whines’ so much I could have sworn we were at a ‘reggae concert’//
I’ll kill u’r bouncer…only peeps hollering at you are gay-porn sponsors//
Faggot I’ll scold ya…in ‘poker’ I come with ‘full house’s like Bob Sagget//
Don’t forget it…my shots noticeably mark ya like shit stains on rabbits//
Inspect the gadgets only to see my punches knock competition unconscious//
I’m righteous…stress n guns meet ya chest, I suggest u proceed on cautious//
Check the flow now...Kid 'whines' so much he’s got a subscription to ‘Royale'//
I 'must be dope' the way kid's trying ta sneak my rhymes 'across the borders'//

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