like world "war 2" im overpowering 'the weak "taktik" of a great power// (battled once already)
with killer 'textual persu' i'll devour through you like acid in a rain shower//

'mis-guided' attempts to win u call 'hits'-come up short like your 'wits' cuz im the one laughing//
like detailed graphing your just an image to be erased, with "kautious" precision it's become your timed fate//

im in 'heated control' like 'seaking missiles',
destroying your chances of extol with injected fear causing your hair to bristol//
taktik is on dissmisal of needing to post your post-poned, you have no chance give up like whistles 'your front is blown'//

inflicting text of torture and pain, i scorch your so called cold lyrics and leave you slashed and slain like suicidel veins// (it's over)
U fucking think this is a game but all out my text is like nucs they fall out and boom! u wontt have anotha chance to be in stance with me or crawl out//

'as we engage in battle' like the "wu-tang" your chances of wining are slim like my spits against your whole youth gang//
im always victorius in vet situations, no bangs needed when i got the elemental formation-kid step to me and you'll be down in isolation//

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KAUTIOUS

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