if rhymes were ore, then I'd be diggin the platinum,
like a Mack big rig, I don't stop, I flatten 'em/
thats right, 18 wheels of death rollin through you,
I'm Vince MacMahon, you're Bret Hart, my rhymes screw you/
I crush your verse, like I was a trash compactor,
like glidin off the CN tower, my 'win'ds a factor/
you're the rapist Catholic priest, but with no power to ordain,
like I was in Cypress Hill, I leave you insane in the brain/
like shang sung, I take your soul and leave a shell of reality,
this verse is Mortal Kombat, and that was your fatality/

only ten lines, but maybe it'll be good enough
peace

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she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis