blah blah blah you'll do this and that, you got guns then fire son/
you'd swear I could help your breathing the way I'ma iron lung/
this fag is trash, and seriously I spit mean, you bitchin/
And I'll damage lungz quiccer than nicc-a-teen addiction/
This battle's like a nun's virginity to me.......
............no way I could lose this/
Prove it? I spit the future, you'd need help from the jetsons to beat me..........
..............so by 'George' take that off your to do list/
lines'll leave him wit heartburn, somebody break the tums out/
And at this point, not even an asthma pump could help lungs out/

thank you come again

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^Never Forget^