im sinkin ya boat

im ahead of this game and cuttin throats/
im burnin inside, your like cheech, up in smoke/
why write? its like when you write there's nothins wrote/
and why bite? is it cause you lust for my quotes?/
i bust in the door, army boots crushin the floor/
and tried to rob roax but he's nothin but poor/
and his raps are so-so, i'll trap this homo/
and rip apart the fabric of his DNA logo/
he dont know what he's up against the ropes for/
he just remembers Joe swung and he was like "ohhh no"/

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858