supa stephen be like super-man with a cryptonite chain.//
got about as much life left, as he's got brain.. runnin' on empty.//
stupid as shit, punch wit a leftie, an' still see him sit.//
weak as shit, speech is sick like a rabid pet.//
call me the vet, inject a syrum ta speed along his end.//
a demise that comes as no surprise, like "why'd he even try"//
it's like he's blind try'n ta write a rhyme,//
it can't be decifered..//
in-coherent like a drunk man pumpin back more spirits.//
I leave stephen with torn war wounds that won't ever be healin'.//
too big to conceal 'em, goes from stomach to face, feelin'.//
like you was sun burned 'cause I rip at either side so ya skin's peelin'.//
I'm-a end this battle with one word.. a word that envolks fear in-.//
delerious rittlahs who think they got skill.//
you not ill, here comes the word... you ready.. here it is.. KILLED.//

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