This newbie accepted my challenge he knew he’d receive a loss.
My spits’ are “dangerously hot”, It’s like fucking Tabasco sauce.
Says he is a “manipulator”, be he can’t even manipulate his mind.
Can’t “light his mind”, even if he had the brain of Albert Einstein.
Fuck blowing this emcees fucking mind, its already brain farted.
I'll own this fucking cat, just like buying a pet in the supermarket.
I drop bombs, like if Japans city, Hiroshima was under attack again.
My rhymes are atomic, because it describes your wacky talent.
My lines are murderous, I’ll be the cause of this textcees downfall.
I mean this guy is pleading for battles, and yet he’ll be losing all.
I’ll “son” this guy harder than his dad sonned you as a small boy.
Bringing him?, Hell nah, I’ll lure this kid to “hell” with a dick decoy.
Once I punch you, On the other hand, He can’t ever take a stand.
Might as well watch Peter Pan, cause your punches Never-Land.

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Guess who?...

...Paramik Fuckin'...

...Owns You!