Sweet, lets do this.

Though this battle here is set to be my first
The condition youll be leaving in, gonna be so fucking worse
Battling with you, it feels so damn elementary
My rhymes and my style will be emulated for a century
Youve got nothing, your weak, your a fucking waste of space
Whenever you spit Im ashamed to be of the same race
I'll have you begging for the embarrassment to stop
Suicide might be your only option, a self inflicted gun shot
You had no idea what to expect, so no shame in being disheveled
I imagine I would be too if I battled someone so outta my level
My rhymes are to you the same as garlic to vampires
They'll stay all around, when you in hell...they the fires

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