29 times the amount of character used in every on of ya rhymes is the odds of you winning
You’d do better surviving a dinner date with Hanibal Lector, tied down on a stretcher
Locked in the kitchen, you could up chuck ya deserts, than me? You’ll never spit sicker
Ya style causes laughter, I’ll shatter ya bladder through ya hip bone and leave ya ass pissed
Your punches wouldn’t have impact if had two brass fists, with meteors crammed in em
You could claim to be divine 29 times, I’ll watch 29 signs of God damning em

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