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TECH VERSE
Your a cloud with no substance on real hot day, the sun burns through you till you evaporate away.
Your style dont forefill the battle specifications, Your head empty like your rhymes taking vacations.
Its a miricle your still standing after those two ya fool, jesters even got more roll than you.
You a blind guy in a hazerdous race, you keep bumping into obsticles that slow your pace.
MURDEROUS VERSE
I'll kill you, I'll blood spill you, I'll infect you with disease and ill you, stay away from me son I'll body still you, spill your blood on my shirt and bill you.
Im the guy in your nightmares that makes you shiver, I'll addict you like booze and shrivel your liver.
Your a non survivor in this world of crap, no hope, no last chance, tie the not and kick the chair back.
I was saving my last line to finish you off, but you beat me to it cuz you choaked and fell off.
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