didn’t have much against faggots till I met one that spits//
You ass, I could type something that don’t rhyme n still win wit it//
You cant get down wit it, rap wasn meant for fags//
I've seen better flows from bitches bloody ass period rags//
accept’n my battle, you fall fast like a keyboard descender//
Making u look like a fucking pineapple bomb in a blender//
I’m a common Merlin lets see my mythical magic explode//
cause u gonna need it before i cock up and reload//
How many people in ya house, had to help you come up wit your shit?//
Bitch you don’t need fortune teller Cloey to tell u ya lost this//

R.I.P.
-NERVEZ-

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