I'm hoppin on a plane ta deal this pain cuz this man lives in England where it always fuckin rains.
Dilute his "pot1ency" effectively by watering down his ability easily cuz he's miserably lackin as an MC.

Ya younger so on stamina ya might have the up but I'm closin in, bitch and ya'll go down from the uppercut.
Ya gonna be runnin so ya'll need the endurance but I'm cuttin off the ring and startin ta fling so I hope you have insurance.

Ya less than a rapper spewing more shit than a backed up crapper and now ya dealin with an experienced grappler...
Spittin "full contact" with words that astound so I take ya ass down and inflict "ground and pound".

Why do ya come here? It's clear ya as sharp as a sphere with ya talent showin up as often as reindeer...
Do something else and put ya rhymes on tha shelf cuz rap was never meant ta be spit by an elf.

Stab ya with two scalpels in both ya nipples cold in front of ya people...
Ain't no doctor, I'm more like an intern with an urge ta burn and churn, Pot1ent: the MC who couldn't learn.

Man...
Ya bitch wanted ta fuck and celebrate her diploma but I banged her too hard now she's in a coma...
She copped brain damage as she screamed, "Oh Lord!" but I wasn't beatin the bitch, it was from the headboard.

Coronary stoppage artery blockage gotcha heart hostage cuz ya head's in the sand like a goddamn ostrich...
Ignorin reality true life ya calamity so listen officially ya ass never been shit ta me!



Dude...there's my spit...check in, will ya!

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