I leave you "dancing on strings" so they call me "Geppeto",
you wear a school uniform, how can you say that you're ghetto?/
my rhymes knock you off your "Cloud", this is your "Final Fantasy",
saying "I'm a big kid now!" but no, you won't talk "shit" to me/(pampers...shit...get it?)
know why? cuz I'm a "Beast", fresh outta studios like "X-men",
your verse is infected like yeast, your punches all say "go sex men!"/
I "shake up greens" like "Ceaser", to parallel you "tossing salad",
like "itchy and scratchy", this "cat gets killed" with spiked mallets/
like Fast and the Furious, your lyrical car breaks, its over-Nos-ed,
you screamin I'M THE GRIMEY WON!, well guess what, grimey lost/

wow, that was wack, well, spit yo shit
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis