I aint never met you once or even read your rhymes,
and nothing I know makes you an enemy of mine
But I’ll ‘cut’ you to your ‘insides’ for mere pennies and dimes,
send you back to school have you ‘dissecting’ your rhymes
I’m dangerous, should have you raisin concern,
‘flip a bitch’ when you see me, try not to trip as ‘you(u) turn’,
It’s ‘wet’ so don’t forget, that tongue ‘slips’ and you burn,
ashes scattered to the winds, never to return
I’ll chew you full of holes like an apple with worms,
the same one I gave my teacher, for helpin me learn,
I have to kill her next, so I guess class is adjourned

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