the big gun goes BOOM i say that so your small mind understands your own death//
evident doom, i sympisize fo yo gloom its a hard time winning when yours skillz are as good as yo low rep//
my rhymes are frantic, im makin sure you die slow//
the petty theatrics you call rhyming is the reason you gettin owned hoe//
you supposed to be hardcore? do your "job" whore im waiting//
my punches leave you bloody like a violence-and-gore game rating//
you not really a rapper your just roll playing//
im done saying that won to avoid the hating, but ill still play my game of MC slaying//
if your the voice of god then im satan's diciple in a mask//
unless your a fraud the bibles writings should be recycled and da jesus plays re-cast//

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Child Of Chaos