I combine-death-with-my-stress, replace the grip of the mic-with-your-neck, while you put up your toughest fights-with-cements,
as you share your life-with-the-dead, enjoy your last night-on-the-net, as your eyes-and-your-legs meet in the backside-of-my-Camry-L.S.,
as I provide you with insanity's-best, my birth transpired as sanity's-threat, enlightened by vanity's-strength,
watching you take your last disparity-steps...into oblivion, Rapbattles.com is now my dominion, you were raised in it but failed to contend its imperium,
so I detracted your soul to stabilize your equilibrium, strapped with Armageddon as my ammunition, set for damnation since I was an inphant,
have the heavens-fear my evil kinships-in-this, to have your neck and spine engage in pavement-friction,
break your glass jaw and affect seven-years of your delusional-superstitions, have you out "cold" like full-blown-AIDS-symptoms,
I'm the reason for the employment of morticians, turn P-DRE into a born-again-Christian, this involves more-then-respect's-interest,
end your rapping privileges, for daring to post against my natural born-brilliance, you couldn't come fresh if beating me was your only source-of-commit-"mint",
as I seize your breathing having you winded (win-dead), my punches released seeking to have your lips kiss-death, as you become a Rap-Battles Frontline victim!!!!

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