Ok...
Check this...
20 line max...
Blah, blah, blah...

Feeling it...
Hearing the beat...
Thumping...
Jumping...
Off...

Bouncin up and down like a basketball to and from the ground...
That's your head when I toss it in the shed, and kick it all around!
Cause I'm spittin evil, twisted, out of control satanic...
You spit wimpy, weak, depressing, lonely, and manic!
If you ever DID diss me, that'd be your last mistake...
You'd better bring some backup, call your parents, cause my bullets your chest can't take.
Cause like The Man With No Name, I do just the same...
Eastwood was a damn fine tutor!
Draw on you all, watch you all fall, 9 dead from one 6 shooter!
This is easy, you're in the dark, blind, like a hatless miner...
You've got no "Flo", you should go, I've seen more at Mel's Diner...
In case you didn't know, that was a show, a 70's sitcom hit...
And just like Flo, I'll tell you to go, happily Kiss My Grits!

Well...
It ain't 20 lines...
But let's see how it does...

Now you!

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