I'll chop ya in sections, leave you slaughtered in seconds
abolish ya methods, no need in wishin of prolongin ya presence
Rip you from heart to intestine, ya mind n thoughts'll be seperate
offer ya death quick, theres no need for you droppin ya text shit
Stop n perfect it, snatch skin off ya chest to lessen some layers
cause you 'cant stand in my league' like 'fired professional players'
You addresed as a hater, you wanna be called dope so bad?
well, I'll treat you like dope, when I 'chop you up n put you in a bag'

...ha

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The Scholar