"I Thought You'd Be Betta Then That"

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Grudges of violence, thrown into action when I toss my verbs,
And playing with my punch lines leaves you at a loss for words
Beast a herd, Deceit’s rhymes are 'Sad' spitting trash and I appall it
I can call it, with flows I'll drown ya 'Sorrows' like Ragin alcoholics
You retared?.. He played “Pool” but Jumped in to Swim, a bad call
Read it well, curved to fall, I'll put more stitches in you then a baseball
I’m fuckin hostel.. I’ll beat u critically, and send u to the hospital
Didn’t touch u.. Just beat u lyrically, knock rap into as much as possible
Aint no calming me down.... face it, you'd get beat with one rhyme
And I always keep my word.. Just like you keep my punch-lines

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