First, id like to disperse my worst verse, an leave this faggot rattled
How do you consider yourself a Werdsmith...if you've never even battled
Too rush to the top - the mush gotta stop,or you'll neva will win nadda
My superior linguistics throw punches, that make you look like a piñata
Six lines aint enough time, to rhyme and try to make you feel neglected
With half my skill I still ripped you....just wrong battle you accepted

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