listen ,

when the clips n shells flare, you'll run for the fence n yell scared
ya bars not clean, only time 'butler seen fresh' is on the 'prince of bel-air'
you really a don? please, leave , you shittie, get bombed easy
i'll end your career on the net, and since you a butler..
..........................................while you gone, go get me a martini.
silly, dont spar with me, dont need to prepare for sonning this kid
got text to 'put the whip to but' quicker than 'parents punishing kids'
tear ya lungs n ya ribs, leave any dude close to me floored, doc
i mean ....why am i serving you? thats supposed to be your job!
ya not dope as me, whore stop , i'll pop it n leave em dead
beam on the mac's like 'traffic lights' better 'stop when you see that red.'
ya drops are just weak, inbred from wack, throw fist n strike teams
you're unappreciated, only time 'dudes care to see but' ...
..............................................is when 'chicks got tight jeans.'
fifths ignite fiends, with text, i'll instantly own this queer
thought you'd win,
now you must watch defeat 'fall on ya, but' like 'sitting in broken chairs'

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The Scholar