This Soldier raps with his momma, a lyrical family air show...
When ya rhymes sputter and die, both ya'll's engines blow.
Crash to the ground, you and your moms scattered across the land...
Even her wooden leg was destroyed, cept for the kickstand.
I'm a change Soldier into a frog, my rhymes are like Witch Wanda's...
Have him hoppin like the game, avoiding Benzos and Hondas.
I'm a maniac Merlin, spittin a lyrical fireball...
Levitate you so high, you'll enjoy the free fall (splat!)
Your rhymes are like a bad fad, a tiny temporary frenzy...
But you're the only one clapping, self serving Spuds McKenzie!

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For my convenience, not yours!