im swinging to rock ya chin, like we were in a brawl
so da only multi's u spit: r pieces of ur jaw!
ill devise him an edit: put his demise to my credit
i graduated: but never took kindly to ethics
The only thing i got alot of: is money n guts
i cereal kill, cuz wat u ‘post’: is ‘honey n nuts
peace
ill eat u on a desserted island with my recital mastery
so i could point at ur avy and say my rhymes r ur final fantasy
watch ur wishs turn to sand in an elegant breeze cuz ur delicate speach
never had a fishs chance in a pelicans beak

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