After this battle bet your going to need a labotimy
You thinking your a vet is pure trick photography
Look at your verse all deformed and miss-shaped
Looks like your lines where spit on and raped.
For Christ Sake, Get out your blankets
Im picknickin out and i'm serving you at my banquet
Like Hannibal, I lick your blood and taste it
Like You and Dick, I make shure nothings wasted
Next time you battle me, dont steal rymes from the basment
You who dream of salvation through sin
Sleep forever, but you shall never dream again
like a demon's symphony, Your path is doomed
Your comming to and end.....all too soon...............


RIP

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