Middle Weight
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i'M THE PUNCHLINE KING
IP:
Even as a teacher you couldn’t be a creature with knowledge
Your feature is garbage so why seek leisure in college?
Not clever and firm you’ll never learn to rhyme
Rhymes not true bloom why you assume you can rap?
Stand and yap junk you crap punk, say what you sees land on map?
Can’t navigate ship or elevate in script you float a boat
With no hope that’s sinking and stinking like a Titanic joke
You pretend you ill but your blend don’t kill whack trend
don’t fill hope you spill dope like and addict you lack dividends
you appear false clear across the globe where your black river end?
Hinder success please surrender don’t impress even with a blender
Couldn’t mix best, couldn’t fix a nest of bees with honey and its tender
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