Cool, cool...
Answering this callout...
Here we go...
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This is a ghost story, your rhymes are dead, but still haunting this board...
But since I'm an exorcist, I'll hop dimensions, and snap your spooky spinal cord!
If I were a lawyer, I'd go litigious on your ass in court...
But being part Mexican, and totally Texan, I'll Alamo you and conquer your fort!
Like Godzilla to Tokyo, I'll stomp on your house...
Like Sunny Von Bulow, you'll beg, "Don't do it, Klaus!"
See, I was a giant lizard one second, and a wife-killer the next...
I can diss you country to country and species to species, with the words in my text!
Born to Kill, means I was born to slaughter...
My rhymes soak up your pride like a lyrical ink blotter!
You're parents brought home a boy, thinking it was a daughter...
When they realized your freakness, they took you back and tried to barter!
Your parents didn't want you, but the law made them keep you...
So your momma turned to pills and your daddy to cheap brew!
Your life was like a teen-hooker story, doped up mom, drunk-ass dad...
But go ahead and grab some glory, no one's come close to the number of dicks you've had!

Ok...There it is...
For what it is.

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