lets get this shit poppin, Lyrical Mastamind...
your name is fake it should be, Lyrical Disaster-Time...
now the beast has emerged, teachin you to plot the blueprint...
you must be a square, you and the winners circle arent congruent...
i just robbed this win from you, like a lyrical criminal...
my rhymes will have you see the light, like a biblical miracle...
its almost over, so open your eyes and see...
your girl bends backwards for you, and forwards for me...
ill leave your spine ruptured, show you how i attack tracks and scorefast...
call me a weather man, when i put your ass into four-casts...
you could drop your spits at a circus, and still wouldnt be in-tents...
i spit licks with anger, while you only leave them suspenseless...
when everybody hears you, they dont know that your talkin...
because your nothing, your name wont even be on your coffin

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It's over when you step in the ring